Chapter 37

Chapter Thirty-Seven

F or the first time in ages, I feel truly free. It's like a drowning woman who surfaces just before she would have suffocated, taking in that first powerful breath of air. This heavy burden that has kept me submerged for so long seems to have finally lifted, allowing me to breathe again. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve removed my wedding ring on my own accord or for Ezra’s sake, but right now, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is my freedom.

So I decide to stop thinking. I want to be with Ezra right now, and I want him to make me feel alive. I have forbidden myself to react to Ezra and his incredibly tender touch for far too long. But now I will stop torturing myself, enjoy everything, and I won’t feel guilty about it. Because something that feels so damn good and right, like feeling his lips on mine at this moment, can’t possibly be wrong, and if it is… If I will burn in hell for it, so be it. If Ezra can keep me company, I’ll gladly spend my damnation with him in purgatory.

Our kiss becomes more urgent, and he presses me against the locker as before, taking even more possession of me and my body. One excited gasp after another escapes me between our kisses, and I slowly run my fingers under his shirt to feel his pronounced abs twitch under my fingers.

“Fuck, Beauty! I want you so bad!” Ezra gasps before he rips open my white blouse with a dark growl, sending buttons flying and scattering across the floor around us.

A shiver runs through my body, and I have to strip him of these layers and pull his shirt up, exposing more of his tanned skin and scattered tattoos.

Ezra grabs the back of his neck, pulls his shirt over his head, and throws it carelessly to the floor before his lips greedily meet my mouth again. His fingers run calmly over my shoulders and slip my blouse off my arms until this piece of fabric is also at our feet.

As his thumb moves over my see-through lace bra and rubs over my nipple, I moan softly into his mouth and arch myself toward his hand. My fingers run devoutly over his well-trained body’s many muscles that I can feel working and twitching under my fingertips.

Breathless, I look at him as he breaks away from my lips. His amber eyes look at me, and I can’t express how he makes me feel.

“You’re so stunning, Beauty,” he murmurs before his gossamer-soft lips again meet my chin and travel further down my neck.

Moaning, I let my head fall back and enjoy his lips on my heated skin and his gentle touches. At some point, his hands move to my back and skillfully undo my bra. As he slips it off with his teeth, a wave of pleasure runs through my body and gathers between my legs, setting everything on fire.

His lips meet my erect nipples, and an excited sound escapes his throat, making my knees weak. I arch toward him and silently beg for more. Please, give me more!

As if Ezra had understood me and heard my wordless plea, he moves his rough hands over my stomach to the waistband of my skirt, which he immediately opens and slips off my hips. His fingers gently run over the lace fabric of my panties while his mouth continues to take care of my erect nipples. One gasp and moan after another leaves my mouth. It borders on torture, and yet I don’t want him to stop tormenting me so bittersweetly.

His fingers move further and further down until he grazes my core and feels how wet the fabric of my panties already is. A low growl escapes him before he bites into my nipple, making me cry out.

Impatiently, I grab the waistband of his trousers again and hope he won’t stop me this time. I finally want to take his cock in my hand, feel him twitch and pulsate, and see how hot I make him. How much I’m driving him crazy. Ezra doesn’t stop me; he lets me slide my hand into his pants and shorts and feel his cock in all its glory, and by God… I knew he was big, but this…

My mouth goes parched, and I must swallow hard as I take him in my hand and slowly grasp it. A deep rumbling that vibrates through my whole body makes me tremble again. The twitching between my fingers makes me curious, and I slowly trace its entire length with my hand.

“Fuck!” Ezra growls harshly, straightening up and grabbing my chin roughly with one hand and clawing my hair with the other before possessively claiming my mouth once more, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.

“You’re driving me crazy, Beauty! You’re like my personal drug, and I’m craving the next fix… Fuck, baby, please give me the overdose so it’s at least worth it!” he moans before his lips crash hard and hungry onto mine again.

I don’t know what’s happening to me. I can barely stand on my trembling legs.

Unexpectedly, he pulls away from me, turns me around in one swift movement, and, to my surprise, pushes my head down so that I press my butt against him and hold on to the locker with my hands to keep my balance. Goosebumps run down my spine when I feel his lips on my back.

I look over my shoulder and see him reach my bottom, taking my panties between his teeth and dragging them down until they land on the floor. I step out of them and want to take my shoes off my feet too, but his hand slapping my ass makes me stop and gasp out loud.

“Leave them on! I want you just like this. Ass up in the air. Look down between your legs. Watch how your wetness is about to run down your thighs. And don’t you dare hold back with your noises,” he instructs me in such a sexy voice that I shudder again.

Ezra desires me in a way that Thomas has never desired me before, and it arouses me like no one ever did. I obey him and bend down further as he positions me, spreading my legs wider and pushing down my back some more.

Leaning against the lockers with my forearms, I look down between my legs. I’m sure he’s about to push himself into me, and I’m nervous. I can hardly wait to finally feel him inside me. But to my astonishment, I see Ezra get down on his knees behind me, and not a moment later, I feel his soft lips moving over my ass.

His hot breath brushes over my anus, and I gasp in shock. His lips move over it, further and further down, until he finally reaches my entrance. I’m already so wet, and when he realizes it, too, he growls darkly behind me again before sliding his tongue deep into my wetness without hesitation.

I groan loudly, as I wasn’t expecting this. Like the last few times, I thought he would tease me again. But now, to feel his tongue so deep inside me and to watch him… it does something to me. I watch spellbound as he fucks me with his tongue and runs his thumb through my wet folds.

“Oh God!” I scream excitedly and thrust my ass even more toward him.

Just as Ezra had predicted, I see my pleasure running down my thighs as he continues to lick me so perfectly. I can feel the orgasm building inside me and the wave of arousal increasing the faster he moves his tongue inside me. I grind on his face to create even more friction. When he gives me a powerful and, above all, surprising slap on my ass with his other hand, I come explosively.

Panting and trembling, I hold on to the locker and try not to collapse. My knees are so weak. Ezra straightens up behind me before grabbing me, spinning me around, and pressing me against the locker again to kiss me ravenously and make me taste myself.

“I love it when you come for me. To see your sexy body trembling, and don’t get me started about your moans,” he murmurs against my lips and grins at me.

He puts a hand on my cheek and looks at me with such a passionate gaze that I almost lose my breath.

“I have to have you, Beauty!” His voice is but a whisper, and yet I shudder again.

I greedily pull him to my lips again, encouraging him to finally fill me. Ezra immediately lifts me onto his hips and, to my amazement, leaves the changing room with me. With my brows drawn together, I pull away from his lips and look at him questioningly.

“I have condoms downstairs in my office,” he explains to me before he walks down the stairs with me in his arms, without difficulty, as if I weigh nothing.

I cling to him like a little monkey so we don’t fall down the stairs together, but I keep kissing his neck gently because I can’t help myself.

When we arrive in his office, he sweeps everything off the desk with a quick brush of his hand and sits me down on the wood before reaching across the table and opening the top drawer to take out the condoms. I refrain from making a snappy comment about how many women have been here before me because I don’t want to think about it right now.

He gets rid of the rest of his clothes before putting on the condom. Ezra steps closer to stand between my spread legs and kisses me again while his hands play with my breasts. He cradles them in his palms, massages them, and kneads them vigorously, making me gasp repeatedly. I rub my core restlessly back and forth on the desk because I finally want to feel him inside me. We’ve both waited far too long for this.

“How do you want me to fuck you, Beauty?” Ezra breathlessly interrupts our kiss. “Roughly?” He pinches my nipple hard, which makes me cry out, and yet I can feel that it only makes me wetter. “Or gentle?” he purrs against my lips and runs his fingers so delicately over my irritated nipple that even this touch makes me shiver.

I shake my head because I have no idea what to say now. I usually only have sex in one way: quick. So I can’t tell Ezra what I’m really into because I’ve never been able to explore it.

“I…,” I start, stuttering when he’s stopped all movement and is obviously waiting for me to answer.

“Do you want me to slide into you gently, stretch you, and give you time to get used to me? Kiss your tender body all over and enjoy every inch?”

To add weight to his words, he now gently strokes my nipple with his thumb, and I feel his tip against my core until he runs his length delicately through my folds, eliciting a hoarse moan from me. His lips leave a wet trail from my breasts, over my neck, to my mouth.

He then penetrates me almost imperceptibly with his tip, and I immediately thrust my core toward him with a gasp. But every time I come toward him, he pulls away from me again so that he keeps full control and continues his gentle game—which is gradually driving me mad.

My whole body trembles with excitement, and I can hardly stand it any longer. If he doesn’t push himself into me straight away, I threaten to burst.

“Ezra,” I moan pleadingly.

“Hmmm,” he mumbles. “Say that again,” he begs in a low voice as he starts to fuck me lightly with his tip. No more, just his hot tip gently penetrating me repeatedly.

“Ezra… please…,” I beg, clawing at the wood to keep from splitting.

“Yes, Beauty? Rough then, huh?” he replies, amused.

But before I can answer, he’s already grabbing me, pulling me off the table, only to bend me over the wood in one swift movement and penetrate me with a firm and rough thrust. It feels like he’s cutting me in half, yet it’s precisely what I need. I don’t think I’ve ever moaned so loudly.

“Oh God… Ezra!” I cry out his name in pleasure.

Ezra thrusts himself into me hard and deep. He has wrapped my hair around one fist, pulling on them to stretch my neck. With the other, he grips my hips so tightly that I’m sure they’ll be bruised tomorrow. I couldn’t care less because his powerful thrusts are what I need and crave, and I didn’t even know it.

“Rough or soft?” he repeats the question, showing me both contrasts again.

He bites my shoulder, fucks me fast and deep, and, to top it off, slaps me on the bottom so that it reverberates inside me. I’ve never been spanked before, and I wonder what I’ve been missing all these years. I wasn’t unhappy with the sex I was having, but I didn’t know then how a man like Ezra King would drive me crazy with what he was doing.

My moans get louder and louder with every thrust and every slap until I feel like I’m going to come. But suddenly he slows down and pauses deep inside me.

“Or gently? How do you want me to fuck you, Beauty? Tell me,” he whispers in my ear in his dark voice and thrusts lazily.

He lets go of my hair again and gently runs his lips and fingers over my back. No, that’s not what I want because that’s all I get from my husband. He’s not even as gentle as Ezra, but he relieves himself, and then we’re done. I don’t want to do that with Ezra. I want to come so often that I don’t know how to walk correctly for the next few days.

“Rough. Please, fuck me hard,” I beg, whimpering because I can’t take it anymore.

“Good girl,” he whispers in an amused voice before his hands move into my hair and hip again. “Scream for me. The louder you moan, the more you’ll get from me, Beauty.”

As soon as he has uttered these words, he rams himself into me again with a hard thrust, and I cry out gratefully before I willingly thrust my ass toward him. I want more. There is so much more; I want Ezra to give me everything.

I didn’t know how incredible it could feel when you mix pain and pleasure, like a rush that I never, ever want to get away from. It sweeps through my body, tearing every fiber apart. The orgasm builds up inside me with every unrestrained thrust, and his hand spanks my ass. The spot is already burning, yet I don’t want him to stop. Please, please, never stop!

“You’re going to come for me now, baby! Now !” Ezra commands me, and I realize I like his dominant nature almost more than his sensual one.

His teeth dig into my shoulder, and I can no longer hold back the orgasm, and I scream out his name in pleasure. Stars appear before me, and I feel light-headed, but I still enjoy how he takes me from behind. It feels so much more intense. Only now do I realize I’ve never come before Thomas, and he keeps going. It feels incredible.

“Fuck, Beauty! You feel so good when you come! I don’t want to come in a fucking condom. I want to mark you. You’re mine, Beauty. You’re mine, and I want to see that!” he growls darkly and pulls out of me instantly.

“Turn around!” he orders, and I obey immediately.

The condom is already off when I find my focus, and Ezra is rubbing his hard cock right in front of my core. I lick my lips and would like him to come into my mouth. But he seems to have other plans because he rubs his tip against my clit while he continues to jerk off, which immediately makes me moan loudly again.

I watch him spellbound and notice how his hardness twitches more and more violently in his hand until he comes with a loud cry, and his sperm spouts onto my core. The sensation makes my clit throb even more aggressively. Seeing his lust on me and realizing that he has just marked me feels forbidden—and excites me all the more. I’m his now .

Ezra looks down at his handiwork, completely fascinated, before he pushes his tip between my folds and spreads his sperm as he rubs me harder with his tip.

“God! Ezra! Please…,” I moan because I can’t cope with the overstimulation.

“Ezra!” I shout as the wave of pleasure crashes over me again before my body goes limp.

My breathing is heavy, and everything hurts, but by God, that was the best sex of my life. And I definitely need more of it!