Wren

My hands drop from his hair.

He’s so close, pressed up against me. If I spread my thighs a little more….

Something inaudible squeaks past my lips.

“Yea?” He rasps, tongue poking out. The ring glistens, teasing me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“What?”

“Me pounding into you from behind.” He leans down, breath teasing my ear as he murmurs. “Your legs over my shoulder while I taste you.”

“Ezra…” My cheeks heat, nipples hardening.

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