Page 46 of Moonflower
Cora chokes, but he makes no move to give her a reprieve. Only when she digs her nails into his jeans does he let her move off his dick. She coughs and gasps, but then she smiles.
“Shit. You love it when I do that, don’t you?”
She replies by opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out.
“My pretty Moonflower. God, I love you so much.”
She melts, pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of his cock. Then she goes back to keeping her mouth open while staring up at him with those enchanting eyes of hers.
Fuck. This is the type of thing I never want to forget. I’d take a picture, or even a video, but I’d never do that without their permission. Still, though. This is fucking hot.
“Scooch back, Cora. That’s it. Lean against the headstone. Perfect. Now I’m going to fuck this pretty face of yours. You ready?”
She nods, keeping the back of her head against the cross. When he runs the tip of his cock over her lips, she captures it in her mouth and sucks.
“So eager,” he says with a smirk. Then, with one hand gripping the cross and the other holding the back of her neck, he jerks his hips forward.
He said he wouldn’t be gentle, and he holds to his promise. Ezra fucks Cora’s face as hard as I know he’s wanted to for years. She takes him without fighting, getting in short breaths when she can. Every time she gags, Ezra groans and grips the cross harder.
After a minute, he pulls out. Cora heaves in a breath as drool falls from her chin. Her eyes are unfocused and hazy, and her tear-coated cheeks glint in the moonlight. It shows off just how ruined her makeup is. Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
Ezra gives her a small break, and then he’s at it again. He groans as he fucks her mouth the way he’d fuck either of her other pretty holes. As his thrusts get more and more unrelenting, Cora chokes and struggles for air.
“Eyes up here, beautiful,” he says.
She looks up at him as tears stream down her cheeks. He pulls out again to let her breathe, and a small, feminine whimper comes from her throat.
“You’re taking my dick so well,” he murmurs, stroking her hair. “Can you handle more?”
“Please,” she whispers.
“Just for a little while. I’m not coming down your throat tonight.”
She moans at the thought, giving him a pleading look.
He shakes his head. “Maybe tomorrow. Now open that mouth wide for me.”
I’ve never been one to gravitate toward watching. Nothing against it, just never really got the appeal. But right now, as Ezra pumps into Cora’s mouth with abandon, I realize this might be my new favorite thing to do. Aside from fucking her myself, that is.
There’s just something about the way she willingly surrenders herself over to us. Maybe it’s the absolute trust, or maybe it’s that I’ve loved her since we were kids. But seeing Cora shoved up against the cross like this, messy and wrecked and gagging on Ezra’s cock . . . yeah. I fucking love it.
When Ezra pulls out this time, Cora slumps against the tombstone. He drops to his knees in front of her, smiling and stroking her hair.
“Wild,” he says, “hand me her tank top.”
I do, and he gently wipes away the drool from her chin and mouth. Then he kisses the tip of her nose. “You take my cock so prettily, Moonflower.”
“I want more, Ez,” she begs.
“You’ll get it. But first, I need you to stand up.”
He helps her stand, keeping an arm around her as he pushes her against the cross. She curls into him, shivering. God, her teeth are chattering.
“You want your flannel?”
She nods.
Ezra takes it from me, saying, “You can wear it, but it stays open. I want to see you.” He runs a hand down her side before helping her put her shirt on. “Your body is too fucking beautiful to hide.”