chapter 8(3)

Ezra chuckles at the both of us, seemingly enjoying his slow cruel torture. He sucks hard on my mark until I cry out and sink my fingers into him to stop myself from melting into a puddle of pleasure. "Who exactly are you teasing here?" I pant. "Me or him?" My voice is so airy and weak I don't even recognize it. Ezra's finger slides under the lace, pulling it to the side and practically cutting me in half, instead of pulling them all the way. His desire to torment me is far too strong. He runs his finger down my trembling pussy lips, gathering my juices. My thighs are wet and the air is filled with the scent of my arousal. I wanted to throw these men down and fuck them, I didn't care which at this point, I just needed some release with Ezra winding me up like this. "Stop," I whimper. I wish I could be stronger. "We're going to be late," I whisper, my voice almost giving out. My body is throbbing hard, desperate for him to just tear the panties off of me and touch me exactly where I nee