Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Ezra shoots hot spurts of cum deep into me, and as I crumble around him, he doesn’t stop moving, letting me ride out my high.
It’s everything, and as his movement finally begins to slow, he trails his fingers down my spine and watches my skin prickle with goosebumps. “Fuck, Rae. I will never tire of being inside you,” he says, barely able to catch his breath.
Before I can say a word, Ezra reaches down, pulls me into his arms, crashes onto the couch, and brings me down over him. Without skipping a beat, he slides straight back inside my pussy.
I straddle his lap, and I don’t hesitate to rock my hips, getting a feel for what it’s like to ride him. As I move, he tips his head back against the couch, his dark, piercing eyes hooded as he watches me.
“I can’t keep away from you,” I tell him as my heart races, feeling the way he hardens within me. “I don’t want to be someone you used to know anymore.”
“I’m right here, Rae,” he tells me, reaching up and cupping the side of my face before pulling me down to him. His lips brush over mine in the sweetest kiss as I continue rocking my hips. “All you’ve gotta do is take it.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as his cock massages me from within. “Just like that?”
“Mm-hmm,” he groans, capturing my nipple in his mouth and flicking the pebbled peak with his skilled tongue. “Just like that.”
He thrusts from beneath me, taking me deeper, but I capture his hands at my hips, threading my fingers through his and holding him captive. “Nuh-uh,” I say, shaking my head as I pick up speed, feeling the way his cum spreads between us. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
“What exactly do you plan on doing?”
A wicked grin stretches across my face. “I’ve missed out on riding this thick cock for eight long years, Ezra,” I remind him. “I have lost time to make up for, so I suggest you sit back and enjoy the ride. Perhaps strap yourself in because I anticipate this being a long, bumpy ride.”
25
Raleigh
16 YEARS OLD
Tears stream down my face as I race after Ezra, not able to bear the sight of him leaving, but I’ve known it was coming for the past two weeks. I’ve prepared for it and mentally scolded myself over it, but nothing could ready me for the moment he pulled away and headed through the terminal to board his flight.
“Ma’am,” a woman calls after me. “You can’t be here without a boarding pass. Ma’am!”
I don’t stop as security sprints after me, and as Ezra hears the commotion at his back, he turns just in time for me to crash into his wide chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me so damn tight that I know nothing will ever feel like home again.
“I can’t lose you,” I cry into his chest, my heart shredding into a million broken pieces.
“Never,” Ezra promises. “We’re going to make it work, okay? I’ll call every day. We’re going to get through this. Day by day, and then I’ll be right back here as though I were never gone. I’m not leaving you, Rae. Never.”
“I can’t say goodbye to you.”
He buries his face into the curve of my neck, breathing me in. “Don’t ever say goodbye,” he tells me. “Don’t ever say goodbye to me, Rae. You hear me? I fucking love you. This isn’t over for us.”
I lift my gaze, and as tears stream down my face like raging rivers, I crush my lips to his. He kisses me back, holding me as though I’m a figment of his imagination, but as a beefy arm locks around my waist, hauling me back, it’s over before it even starts.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Ezra argues, reaching for me. “Just . . . Just give her a minute.”
“No,” I cry, clawing at the arm around my waist, but he’s too strong.
God, I was such an idiot not to come here sooner. I was too fucking stubborn, too broken to admit how much I needed this. I’ve spent all day at the lake with my phone off, refusing to be here, refusing to watch him go, and now it’s too late to say all the things I needed to say.
Ezra comes after me, but Axel is right there, pulling him away. “Come on, man. We have to go,” he says, his big brown eyes locked on mine with a heaviness I’ve never seen from my big brother before. “We’re doing the right thing. She’ll be okay. She just needs some time.”
Ezra fights against him as Dylan and Rock join in, desperate to get Ezra on the plane, and as a second security guard steps in, I stand no chance.
I’m dragged away, kicking and screaming, not getting the chance to say everything I’ve been needing to say over the past two weeks. Hell, the past three years. And as I desperately try to look back, all I see is emptiness.