Sucking forcefully, she prevented him from coming. Her attention to his pleasure went on and on until his need for her made him crazy.
“Madeline, I want to touch you, eat you, fuck you…let me move! I’m dying.” He was panting with the need for release.
Ezra watched her, unable to believe she’d dragged out a blowjob for so long. Her eyes continued to hold his as his cock disappeared between her full pink lips.
Madeline released the pressure under his balls and massaged them deeply as she unclenched her fist from the root of his cock.
There was no way on earth that he could have held back.
“Madeline…I’m coming so hard.” She pulled back a bit and maintained the movements of her hands as the first jet of semen splashed over her tongue. “Yes, oh fuck yes.”
Winking, she took him deep again, swallowing around the head as he rode the most intense orgasm of his life.
She sucked, drawing out every drop of come he’d probably ever produced, and moaned around his length. He struggled to untangle his wrists while she stared at him. When he was free, Madeline kissed the tip of his cock and released him.
Ezra moved fast, rolling up on his knees as he got her to her feet. Standing her against the nearest wall, he held her in place with a vice grip on her hips and knelt in front of her.
“Madeline. That was the best blowjob I’ve ever received. In thanks, I’m going to ensure you come at least twice for me before I let you go.”
One hand moved up to stroke over her breasts. Planting a gentle kiss in the center of her belly, he scooted closer. When his knees were flush to the wall, he sat back on his heels and stared up the length of her body with a smile.
He could see her confusion as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. Her other foot took her weight and he kissed her inner thigh as he lifted it as well. With a hand under her ass, she sat on his shoulders. Her hands went into his hair in surprise.
There was no denying the vulnerability of the position. Ezra had her exactly where he wanted her.
* * * * *
“I want you begging.”
The words made her nipples tighten further and Madeline wondered how long she’d be able to hold out.
They’d made love many times, performed oral on each other, but tonight was different from the start.
Then he was on her and she had to lean her head back against the wall and calm her breathing. Her hands clenched in his hair.
Ezra’s tongue lapped from her pussy to her clit over and over and she felt her body warm for him, liquid pooling inside her. Slipping his fingers into her pussy, he stroked deep before rubbing her wetness over her folds, circling her clit.
“You’re dripping for me. I’m going to feast for a long time, Linn.”
Every time he went down on her, he outdid every past lover, man or woman. Over the past few weeks, he’d taken his time to learn what she liked and he never forgot. His fingers pressed deep while his tongue lapped lazily through her folds.
The first time Madeline came, her legs tightened on his back and it felt as if she left her physical body for a moment. Her hands fisted in his dark hair and he stared at her but never slowed his attention as she rode the climax with her heart slamming against her sternum.
“Ezra. Fuck me.” She didn’t recognize her voice.
He smiled as he stroked her down, his fingers thrusting in the same maddening rhythm. His chin and mouth were slick with her release.
“I need more. I think you need more, too.” He groaned as her hips worked against him. “Yes.”
The man took his licking, lapping, sucking, and nibbling seriously and Madeline had never wanted him with such a level of desperation.
She couldn’t believe he was supporting her weight and able to focus on her in such a way.
The orgasm gathered from her womb, moved across her low back, and burned a trail of fire over the tops of her thighs. When she thought she’d explode from the building pressure, he sucked her clit between his lips she came against his mouth with a small scream that seemed to echo through the silent room.
“Ezra…please.”
Staring at her, he planted open-mouth kisses over her clit as he moved his fingers gently inside her. “What, Madeline? What can I do to make you happy?”
She stroked her fingers through his hair and swallowed hard. “I want you inside me. I need you, Ezra. Don’t make me wait anymore. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it another minute.”
He carefully lowered her until she straddled his lap. His arms slid around her back as he claimed her lips again. The flavor was a blend of both of them and she needed to settle the emotions that ricocheted painfully in her chest. When he pulled back, her hands shook as she cupped his face. For a long moment, she simply stared at him, terrified.
“Ezra?” He waited. “I love you.”
A hard exhale and his entire body seemed to tighten around her, holding her closer. “Thank god. I love you, Madeline.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “You do?”
“It was hell in the beginning. Once we were together the first time, it eased the physical ache but I fought against telling you almost daily.” He gave her a half-smile.
“I almost told you downstairs. I was so nervous by the time we got to the room.” Her smile felt enormous on her face.
One hand lifted to stroke through her hair and he held her gaze. “No one has ever touched every part of me the way you do, Madeline. I never thought it would happen for me.”
“I didn’t either.” She shrugged. “That’s why I wrote the play.”
He looked at her and she knew he understood who she was in a way that only her twin had ever accomplished.
“You are the last woman I will ever make love to.”
There was something about the way he said it that slammed into her very soul. The words settled there, made themselves at home, and connected her to Ezra on a level that went beyond what she thought possible.
Holding his cheeks, staring into his eyes, she whispered, “You are the only man I will ever love.”
Then he was moving, standing, stumbling as his legs adjusted after kneeling for so long. He carried her to the bed and followed her down to the mattress.
“I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes.”
Chapter Eleven
Their hands and mouths were everywhere. Ezra gathered her breasts in his palms and sucked her nipples back and forth while her hands stroked through his hair and held him against her body.
When both were hard and distended, he lifted to take her mouth again. It was a different kiss with a new layer of intimacy that gave the words they’d exchanged more power.
Growling, he was suddenly gone. Madeline watched him storm across the room to where his pants lay in a pile on the floor. Practically ripping his wallet from the pocket, he returned to the bed. Impatiently withdrawing a condom, he managed to roll it over his shaft.
His clear frustration made her smile.
He wrapped his arms around her back, gripping her shoulders with his hands from behind. Settling into the cradle of her body, his kisses turned frantic and hungry. He stroked himself back and forth through her folds, getting the condom slick.
The added stimulation made her insane. “Don’t tease me. Now, Ezra.”
With a nod, he positioned himself at the hot entrance of her body and pushed just inside. She clenched around the head and he moaned. A little at a time, he worked deep. When he was fully seated, he slid a pillow beneath her lower back to lift her hips.
He rose to his knees and rubbed her legs. “I believe you requested hard?”
Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she flattened her palms on his abdomen and ran them down to the tops of his thighs. Then she raised her arms above her head and braced herself against the headboard.
When she gave him a slow nod, he received her message with a grin. “Let me know if I need to ease up.”
“I’ll l
et you know if you need to go harder.”
He gripped her hips, anchoring her a moment, before pulling almost all the way out and powering so deep she felt him at her cervix.
“I can take everything you’ve got. Don’t go easy on me.” He paused and she looked at him. “I can take it. Fuck me with freedom, Ezra.”
He leaned over and kissed the skin above her heart. “I don’t want to hurt you, Madeline.”
“You won’t hurt me. I want all of you.”
Strong arms wrapped around her tightly and he kissed her neck. “What a refreshing woman you are, Linn.”
“Thank you. Now fuck me like you hate me.”
His eyes went wide a split second before he took a firm grip on her hips, pulled back, and then slammed to the root of his dick with a sharp smack.
She gasped, her body arching in pleasure, and whispered, “Yes…”
The sensation of him powering into her over and over was like nothing else. Ezra trusted her to know her limits and didn’t consider her too weak to take the full force of his strength.
His uninhibited taking of her body made her feel powerful.
“Don’t stop…please don’t stop.”
Crouching over her, he used one arm to hold his weight and increased his traction. “Being inside you is heaven. The closest thing to heaven a man can feel while still breathing. Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I think it. I feel it. I know it with all of me.”
The orgasm that was slowly building in her core burst like an electric storm. “Ezra!” His name passed her lips an instant before he captured them. She groaned into his mouth as he drove her on and on.
He never slowed, pushing through the tightness of her pussy, until the muscles started to release from her climax. His arms wrapped tightly around her torso.
“Come for me again before I lose my mind,” he growled. “My cock needs more of you.”
He held her still by her shoulders and fucked her brutally. She loved it more than she would have imagined possible.
Five minutes, ten, and she felt her body drawing around his cock like a vice. He kept his eyes on hers and she was captivated with a bead of sweat that traveled along the side of his face.
Leaning up, she licked it away and came with a shaking moan. He stumbled in his rhythm, pushed deep in three hard thrusts, and let go with a roar.
Out of breath and a little dizzy, she whispered, “All points go to you. You get every fucking point.”
With a breathless chuckle, he asked, “We’re keeping points?”
“As many as you just scored? I think it’s only fair.” He hugged her and she weakly returned it.
Eventually, he pulled from her body and inhaled deeply. Making his way off the bed, he helped her stand and led her to the bathroom. After a slow shower where neither of them spoke, he dried her carefully, dried himself, and took her back to bed.
Turning off most of the lights, he slid in beside her and wrapped his arms around her. “I knew the day we met that you were going to shake up my entire world. You’re a spectacular woman.”
Moving her head, she stared into his dark eyes. “Thank you.”
“Will you consider moving in with me?” Her eyes went wide. “Don’t look so surprised. I have no doubts about what we have. None.”
“Ezra…”
“No doubts, Madeline. I’m in my thirties and you’re the first woman to make me territorial. I want you living in my house, sleeping in my bed. I want to fuck you well and often. I want to wake you up with all the love and laughter you deserve.”
Everything about him made her feel alive. “I’ve never lived with a man.”
He gave her a half smile. “It’s positively scandalous. We can take it slow. Give you enough time to pick out a ring.”
Did he just ask me to marry him?
This time, she sat up and stared at him. “You can’t marry me, Ezra.”
“Why the hell not?” The smile got bigger on his face.
She blinked. “Ezra. Your family name is synonymous with the founders of New York City and beyond. I’m a girl from the middle of nowhere Oklahoma. You probably have specific gene pools you’re supposed to choose from to deliver your old money spawn.”
He bent at the waist and she was distracted by how the muscles of his stomach tightened. Then they were eye to eye. He looked annoyed.
“Are you telling me you don’t think you’re good enough? Is that what I’m hearing, Miss Johannson?” She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. “One of the most confident women I’ve ever met thinks she can’t roll with the society crowd? It’s complete bullshit and I won’t listen to a word of it.”
“Your reputation…”
“The only thing marrying you will do is drastically improve my reputation, Madeline. Talk about showing the world an example of my excellent taste.”
He lifted his hand and the warmth of his palm along her neck was comforting in a way she needed. His thumb smoothed across the line of her jaw. “Tell me why you’re worried.”
“We were poor, Ezra. My mama worked at the bank all her life to keep food on the table and make sure we had health insurance. My daddy broke his back on the ranch he inherited from his parents. Until we left our town to go to college, all of us consistently used the word ain’t in casual conversation.”
“I give less than one fuck about how much money your family possesses. Not now, not ever. You’re brilliant, articulate, and your accent makes me hard.”
Inhaling carefully, she made the decision to tell him something she’d never mentioned outside their small family.
“Mama won the lottery.”
He frowned. “What does that mean?”
“The lottery, you know? Tickets you buy at a gas station or something?” The look on his face told her he’d never played the lottery in his life. “The chances of winning are in the tens of millions but it’s meant to keep poor people hoping. My mama always hoped and she won.”
“That was a good thing.”
Madeline nodded. “It was huge. The kind of money none of us could ever spend. It’s how I paid for the play. If my parents hadn’t formed a corporation and put all the money there I could ever need, the play never would have happened. I wouldn’t be here.”
The smile returned to his face and he tightened his palm around the back of her neck. “Then it all worked out. You have your play, I had the chance to meet you, and I’ll follow you wherever you take it.”
It was her turn to be confused. “What do you mean where I take it?”
“Darling, you’re going to be expected to tour with the play. It’s going to be too successful to stay local.”
“What? No, I never plan to tour. I’ll let it run for two years with your theater if that’s fine. Then I’m shutting it down. I’ll have what I need by then and I can focus on what I really want to do.”
“I don’t understand. You’re going to be a famous playwright.”
“Which will strengthen my chances of becoming a published author.” For almost a minute, the silence drew out between them and he simply stared at her. “I want to write. The acting and dancing is all fine and good but I don’t want to live my life on stage. I have a three year plan.”
“Of course you do,” he murmured.
“You thought I wanted to travel the world or something?” He nodded. “That would never work for Kayla and it doesn’t work for me. Our dreams are different but neither of us like things complicated.”
There was another long pause and she could see his mind working behind his eyes. “You’re using the play to build author credibility.”
“Yes.”
“Then you want to be a writer full time?” She gave a small nod. “You plan to stay home and write.”
“Well, yes. My brain wants to pop some days with all the ideas churning. I have several books written. Only Mikayla has read them but she said they’re good. I know she’s probably being nice
but…”
In the space of seconds, he had her on her back, pushing the length of his cock inside her. Sighing his name, she wrapped her limbs around him and held on tight.
“If I had known all this, I’d already have a ring on your finger.” Her eyes went wide. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted. I was afraid to lose you to fame and travel. I love the play and it’s going to be a raging success. It can run as long as you want.”
He thrust deep and she gasped in pleasure. “I don’t care about your upbringing. I don’t care about your money. I don’t care about mine. Whatever silly expectations you think I have in my head or that society will expect don’t matter. I care about you.”
For a long time, he made love to her, driving Madeline up and over the peak of orgasm twice before he allowed himself to come.
They hadn’t used a condom and the panic button in her head went off.
“Breathe. It’s okay, Linn. I’m safe and so are you. Everything is okay.”
“Pregnancy?”
“Are you on anything?” She nodded with a slightly hysterical laugh. “Then we hope for the best. If you’re pregnant, you decide what you want to do. If you’re not ready, we’ll deal with that together. If you aren’t pregnant, we’ll be more careful in the future.”
Exhaling roughly, she heard what he said and what he didn’t say. “Thank you. I’m sure it’s fine. It’s never happened to me before and I freaked.”
He smoothed her hair away from her face. “I’ve never had the pleasure. I admit it could be addicting. Coming without a condom feels better than it has any right to.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, forehead, and cheeks, he settled over her lips for a slow kiss that made her toes curl. When he broke it, she smiled.
He pulled away and went to get a cloth from the bathroom. She blushed when he cleaned her and then himself. Afterward, he climbed back in bed beside her and held her close.
At her ear, he said softly, “Think about a ring. Think about a date. Tell me everything you want and I’ll make it happen. Right now, you need sleep. Tomorrow begins the rest of our lives and I want you rested.”
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