NSFW Short [Ezra] (Patreon)

Your vision swims as you gasp out his name, the sound guttural as it scrapes through your throat. Your fingers dig uselessly at the smooth wooden headboard, sweat slicking the surface.

Ezra chuckles softly - you barely hear it over the muffling thunder of your heartbeat. "Do you need a little break?" he teases you in that deep, velvety voice.

You want to snap at him, to tell him to stop being such a pompous ass, but the flat of his hand smacks against your left ass cheek and steals the breath from your lungs.

Your arms weaken, and you lean heavier into the headboard, body pressing practically flush with the cool wood. Your legs are shaky - you can barely feel your knees from where they're pressed into the mattress.

How long has he had you like this? How many times has he brought you to the edge only to pull back, to make your curse him and beg him and -

Another solid thwack on your backside makes you curse, bowing your back. "You're such a an asshole," you wheeze.

"Aww," Ezra chuckles, nudging your calves further apart and slotting himself behind you. You feel his cock, slick and heavy, pressing against your thigh. "Don't be mean, precious."

"Fuck you," you gasp. You try to sound pissed, but you can't hide the needy tinge to your tone. The way your body instinctively humps into him.

Ezra grabs your hips, vising you, holding you firm while slowly teasing his cock against your cleft. His chest meets your slick back, and his mouth hovers beside your ear. "Tell me how much you want it."

"You fucking -"

Ezra's teeth bite sharp and quick against your jugular. You gasp; instinct and lust make you go limp against him. When he releases your skin, his tongue soothes the spot, lips languidly leaving wet kisses in its wake. "Try again, precious," he purrs.

"Ezra," you gasp, desperate. You're grinding back against him, his cock offering friction but not enough. You need him inside you again - you need him to make you feel whole.

Ezra moves one hand from your hip, gently sliding up along your ribs and over your chest, tweeking a nipple before his palm finds your throat. His hold is gentle, but his thumb presses against your jugular with clinical precision.

You gasp into the hot air, eyelids fluttering. You can feel the edge of lightheadedness coming on. "Ezra," you whimper. "Ezra, please. Please, I need you. I need..."

You're babbling. You have no idea all the things you say you need, but whatever it is, it works for Ezra. He praises you, kisses your temple, your jaw -

And then he slides home with a quick thrust that makes you forget how to speak.