Then he moves back to me.
“Watch and see,” he whispers.
Then he’s touching me. His hands cup my breasts, leaving behind a bright glowing paint. I have to admit, it does look good against my skin. When he begins to pluck and roll my nipples, I let out a moan, my head falling back.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, but first, I want to fuck you. I want you to stand up and bend over, using that wall to hold yourself up. Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. When I’m ready to come, you are to get back on your knees, holding your mouth open, waiting for my gift to you. Do you understand?”
“Fuck, Ezra. Yes. Please.”
His eyes widen a bit at how husky my voice is. If he is worried I wouldn’t want that, he would be wrong. At this point, I want anything I can get from the man. He’s edging me hard with his words. If he doesn’t touch me, I’m going to have to touch myself. My body isn’t used to this ache.
“Get moving then,” he barks.
I do as he asks, loving that I feel like I’m presenting myself to him. I wish I had taken off my panties, but I leave them.
As I lean against the wall, I feel him move closer behind me. Then a loud smack echoes the room, followed by the burn of pain on my ass, making me pant.
“You are a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you? Do you want to be my little doll? Will you let me use your body whenever I want for whatever depraved thought I have?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe out.
“That’s right. You will let me own your body because it’s mine.”
I hear the rustle of clothes, then the tear of what I assume is a condom. When he finally presses against me, I moan. He presses forward, pushing my panties into me a little as he rubs up and down my slit.
“Get these panties nice and wet. I want to give them to the guys to show them what they’ve missed. They should know what a good whore you are. Getting so slick for us all the time.”
I’m outright panting now as I press my ass into him. I need it. I need it now.
“Impatient are we? All right. I’ll give in this once.”
I feel him push the panties aside, then he thrusts into me in one stroke. My forehead hits the wall as a curse falls off my lips.
Ezra is huge. He’s even bigger than the other three.
To think I once said he had a micropenis. God was I wrong.
“You are so warm and wet. It’s perfect. My dick was made for you,” he rumbles.
I can’t respond though. I’m so far in my feelings that I’m tearing up. I don’t know if it’s because he is the last one to have sex with me, but I feel overwhelmed and completely wanted.
Ezra doesn’t let me sit still long. Instead, he follows through on every word he says. He begins to thrust into me at a punishing pace, my body hitting the wall with each one. I don’t even care. The feel of him sliding along every inch of me from the inside is enough to keep me distracted.
I’m close, but not quite there yet. Ezra must feel it because he reaches down, his hand curling around my throat as he tips my head toward him, making me arch my back, my hands trying to find stability against the wall.
“Fucking little slut wants more, huh? Can’t get off without a little extra.”
The hand on my hip leaves, smacking against my ass before gripping me again. The hand on my throat tightens slightly.
That’s what sets me off. I moan out, my eyes falling closed as he holds me tighter.
I must come for minutes, my body pulled tight as he uses me like a whore he can toss when he’s done. Something about that though has me even hotter.
I want to be his whore.
“Get on your fucking knees, Princess. Now,” he grunts, pulling out and pushing me forward.
I fall to my knees, turning with my mouth open and tongue out. He looks down at me, his eyes heated as he pulls off the condom before stroking his dick several times. He continues to stroke as he comes, jets of his white essence falling from him onto my face and in my mouth.
