This chapter is dedicated to @Hollygolightly! Thank you so much for the supergift!
“Ah, f**k. This impossibly tight pussy of yours…!!” Zeke uttered between his laboured breathing. And again, it did not escape his notice on how she had immediately reacted to the dirty words that he had used. It seemed as though that she liked it. She was aroused by it. And that, he could tell from her physical responses where her inner walls clenched down so hard on him.
It was true that he never used flowery words, but she did not know that he was using those dirty words in a completely different way before. Before her, he had always said those words without much feeling… he would not even notice if it made any difference if he said it. They were just… meaningless terms to him.
But with her, everything that used to be mundane and plain before, had now all become something extremely special and meaningful… f**k!
He groaned once again, shutting his eyes for a second, when she finally started pushing herself up from his shaft. He fixed his burning gaze on her. Watching like a hawk as her sex released him inch by inch. He could clearly see every single bit of the trail that her wetness left all around him and hell! He ached damned hard for more of it that his grip on the sheets tightened so much till it might actually be ripped to shreds in his hands soon. She was truly driving him to the brink of insanity! But never had he felt better than he did now in his entire long life!
When his tip almost slipped out of her heat, she stilled her movements and then meet his gaze for a split second before sliding back down his shaft in slow motion. This little goddess… this temptress! This must be her style of revenge, was it not? She must be deliberately doing it on purpose. Damn it! Whatever it was she was doing or planning, it was working! Ezekiel was literally hanging on and holding back by the skin on his teeth.
Once she slammed herself down and pushed him in so deep into her that she was completely grinding against his navel, he hissed once again. It was not even a minute yet and the mix of pleasure and torture were already becoming too much for him to bear. He was so not used to this. He had never experienced anything like this. Not even close.
“Alicia…” he groaned out her name, his voice begging slightly. His body was now dripping with sweat.
Alicia responded with another slow slide up and then an even slower motion, as she moved her hips to glide herself down again. This pattern continued a couple more times as Ezekiel groaned and moaned with her movements. It seemed that it was all that he could do at the moment.
A louder and more guttural moan left his mouth.
She could even see him gritting his teeth. He looked like he was tied up on a torture rack. A godly, ravishing creature trapped on a torture rack, that is.
Alicia could not take her eyes off his mesmerising form that kept undulating in response to her own movements. The image of Ezekiel looking so horny and helpless as he was under her mercy… oh dear, oh goddamned dear… she wanted to burn this picture into her mind permanently and keep it as a precious remembrance forever. She would never forget this.
And her devilish side wondered how long will he last in this state? Now she understood why he seemed to love it and enjoy it immensely when he was the one doing this to her. She wanted to… watch him come… like this… or him… to beg her to go faster…
But goodness… she was so crazy aroused that her insides and her entire body was screaming at her to go on and eat him whole. And before long, she too, could not seem to last any longer. The torture was getting to her as well. It was just impossible to resist him even if she wanted to. The more she tortured and egged him on, the harder he became, and he also seemed to swell a little more, causing her to be tortured in return. And oh, what sweet torture it was having him spreading her wider and that delicious friction that was building between them!
Oh dear, oh dear! She needed to last a little bit more and prolong this torture just a while longer. He had not even reached to the point of begging her yet. Though his eyes were screaming it, no actual words came out from his mouth yet, aside from her name alone. Could she even last a little longer until he at least says the word ‘please’?
She held on for dear life. She did not want to lose to him on this.
She was visibly shaking as she pushed herself up on her knees again, fighting that flame in her belly that could detonate the fireworks at any moment now. Goodness… Ezekiel… just say it…! She begged him silently.
“What… do you… want… me to do?” she panted out in a broken sentence, finally asking, knowing that she could not last much longer.
“Move those hips faster already, Alicia!” he hissed, his own control almost breaking.
“Ask me nicely, babe.” She copied the endearment he had been using on her. She had liked it when he called her that and now that she used it herself, it sounded even better rolling off her tongue than she had thought.
To her delight, that seemed to have done something to him because she felt him twitching inside her. Though the movement was slight, but with how big he had gotten and how stuffed she was, even a small movement could clearly be felt.
But just when she thought that he was finally going to give in and say ‘please’, he growled low and reached out for her hips.
A gasp escaped her lips as he dragged her down and impaled her onto him, his hips arching up as he met hers midway.
She cried out loud and long at that one savage thrust. “W-wait… god… E… zekiel…”
