Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

He shifts his body, bringing himself closer to me. “You didn’t miss me, Dani?” “I—” His face is too close to think. His fingers reach to trail along my jaw, and my traitorous eyes flutter at the sensation. “No.” “You’re such a liar,” he laughs softly. “But that’s okay.” His finger ghosts ever so gently along my lower lip, tracing a slow back-and-forth. “I’ll let you keep pretending. For now.” “Ezra,” I manage huskily, hypnotized by the way he’s still tracing my lip. His thumb replaces his finger, applying a barely there pressure. “Open your mouth for me?” And I do—without hesitation or question—and I should probably be angry at myself for it, but all I can focus on is the way his thumb dips inside to press against my tongue. “Suck,” he murmurs. As much as part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, another—admittedly a much larger part—shivers at the quiet command. I close my lips around his thumb, sucking gently, feeling a strange sort of power seeing his pupils dilate as he watches. As if I’m the one in control, despite following his order. “Do you know how often I imagine this pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?” He slips his thumb deeper inside my mouth, keeping it pressed against my tongue. “Every time you cut into me, I imagine how quiet you’d be with your mouth full of me. Maybe you’d glare at me the entire time. Why does that get me so fucking hot, Dani?” An involuntarily whimper escapes me, and I press my legs together, feeling my pussy start to get slick....