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ERICA.

It hits me harder than I thought it would.

I gasp, nearly a sharp cry, and my body burns hot with ecstasy. It’s overwhelming, like a crashing wave tugging me beneath the ocean. I’m grateful to be trapped between the wall and Ezra’s firm, solid body. Were I on my own, I’d surely be doubled over.

“There it is. So f***ing beautiful,” he purrs. He licks along the curve of my neck as I ride out the orgasm. When my shoulders sink and I start to lose myself in the feeling, he says, “Not yet, Erica. Not yet.”

I don’t even have a moment to question what that means before I feel him adjust his position and immediately register the unmistakable heat of him between my legs. He teases with the head, slow and intentional, and I groan, using all my strength to force myself to turn around and look at him. Ezra makes room, then closes the gap when I face him. Like before, he drags the head of his cock against my lips.

“Please,” I manage to say, finding my voice again. “I want what I deserve