Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

Her breath leaves her in a rush and ends in a whine, her skin trembling under my hands and her pussy warm and slick under my mouth, letting me know how close she is. How she’s maybe seconds from coming all over my face. Which means her cry is downright outraged when I pull away. “The fuck?” I lift up, licking my lips and taking in her heaving chest and her dark eyes, which are looking back at me in irritation. I can’t help but grin. “Ezra, I swear to God, if you don’t—” I’m already crawling up her body before she opens her mouth, cutting off her words with mine as her garbled sentence ends on my tongue. It takes her a moment to melt into it, her indignation turning to pliancy as I let her taste herself in my kiss. I leave a soft peck before I pull back, catching the dreamy look on her face. “I want to feel it,” I rasp. “When you come.” I kiss her cheek, feeling her shudder when I slide my length between her legs. “I want you to come all over my cock and my sheets so I’ll still smell you there tomorrow.” She tilts her hips up to push me deeper against her, her warm breath puffing against my temple as she turns her face to graze her lips along my skin. My eyes roll back as the slick slide of her coats my shaft, my muscles tensing as I lose myself in the feel of her. “Wait,” I groan, her movements becoming so frantic that the crown of my cock almost notches against her entrance. “Condom.” I’m trying to move away from her toward my bedside table when she drags me back, wrappin...