Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

My lips part when I feel him nudge against me, the thick head easing against my core in a slow, frustrating tease. And Ezra, being the absolute dick that he is, immediately catches on to my impatience. “You in a hurry, Dani?” “You’re a fucking asshole.” Another soft laugh caught in the bend of my neck as his nose traces back and forth there. “Tell me something I don’t know.” “Stop fucking teasing me,” I huff. He feathers a barely there kiss against my shoulder, and I can practically feel him grinning, the bastard. “Just savoring. Might be the last time, right?” “Will be the last time,” I grind out. “Mm. Sure.” I open my mouth to tell him where he can shove his perfect dick—other than in me, of course—but then I feel the slow, maddening stretch of him as he eases inside. My angry words come out as more of a whimper, and I hate that too.