“That’s it,” he exhales roughly. “That’s my girl.” His hips stutter and his body shakes. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, baby, I—” I feel the warm gush of him in my throat just as I feel something similar against my fingers, my entire body trembling as I continue to touch myself wildly just to prolong the sensation. Ezra is still moving erratically in and out of my mouth, making sounds that are almost inhuman as he empties deep inside. And through it all his gaze holds mine, forcing me to watch every flicker of emotion that passes through them as I swallow everything he gives me.
