I bit my lip in pleasure, my body trembling with his relentless pace. My hand gripped the edge of the bed for stability while the other held tightly onto his arm, seeking some sense of control amidst the overwhelming sensations. My chest rose and fell in rhythm with his movements, and my voice escaped me in breathless moans, "Ezekiel…"
I held his shoulders, the firmness of his physique was driving me insane.
I wanted him to treat me harder and harder.
I asked for more, wanting nothing but to lose myself at that moment with him.
His strength showed as he lifted my waist effortlessly with one hand, gripping my leg with the other. The cool air from the AC couldn't keep up with the heat building between us, beads of sweat forming on my skin. Without warning, Ezekiel picked me up and placed me on his lap. I gasped, breathless from the mix of exhaustion and the dizzying pleasure that coursed through me.
Resting my chin on his shoulder, I clung to him, barely able to hold myself upright. My body was weak, but I still craved his touch, his presence, more than ever. Then, all of a sudden, I felt an even deeper pressure inside me, overwhelming every inch of my senses. I couldn't suppress the moan that tore from my throat as he pushed harder, making me arch my back in response. His grip tightened, holding me so close that I could barely move, trapping me in this intoxicating embrace.
Forgetting all my shyness, I started demanding, "Yes... Ezekiel!"
"You are the best."
He made me moan so badly that I could feel the dryness of my throat.
I did not know it would be fun to be fucked by my mom's boyfriend.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. His lust-filled eyes mirrored my own, and everything around us seemed to blur, as if the world outside had faded into nothing. With a shaky hand, I touched his cheek and pressed my lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. I felt utterly exhausted yet completely alive at that moment. As I kissed him, I realized I wasn't just losing myself in him—I was leaving the present, slipping away into a world where only we existed.
A world where nothing else mattered but this.
Ezekiel's POV.
I was unable to control my emotions when Isabella offered a one-night stand. I kissed her smooth neck, trying to be gentle, but couldn't. Perhaps it's because I hadn't been intimated for a long time.
For a while, all I could think about was ruining Isabella, forgetting that she was my girlfriend's daughter. Her body, face, lips, and gentle hands all begged me to touch, destroy, and kiss her. I saw the excitement on her face; she was demanding more from me, which drove me insane.
Her white bosom with pink buds moved rhythmically and was quite appealing. I had to appreciate her physique because she had a really attractive shape. I gently lifted her onto my lap and gave her a firm shove. She moaned softly, the smell of her sweat enticing. I knew she was not in her mind as she was a bit drunk, but I... what happened to me? I couldn't turn down her proposal. I wasn't sure why; all I wanted to do was check her out. Isabella collapsed onto my body.
She was worn out, but she resisted letting go and wanted me to keep going. She was moving her hip gently, so I lessened my speed, and we laid down together. Isabella lay on my chest. I was gasping heavily, as though I hadn't reached my limit. I needed a moment. I brushed her hair off her back and softly placed her on the bed while I stuck to her.
I gently traced my fingers along her soft skin, feeling the warmth radiate from her body. Leaning closer, I sensed her breath quicken, anticipation thick in the air. I brushed my lips against her neck, savoring her subtle shiver. Then, I kissed the bud softly, feeling her warmth envelop me.
Isabella held my hair, guiding me closer as I leaned in to kiss her softly, my heart racing.
I found myself behind her, gently guiding her as we moved together. Her breath was heavy, and she seemed lost in a dream. I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in her neck as the intensity built. With each movement, the world around me faded away.
As I approached my peak, I pulled back at the last moment, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over me.
I took a deep breath, glancing down to see Isabella sleeping peacefully beside me. After a moment, I opened the drawer and reached for a tissue to clean her thigh. Once I finished, I covered her with a blanket, careful not to disturb her rest.
I stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade over me. Thoughts raced through my mind about what had just happened. What should I do now? How would I face Isabella in the morning? Kathrine had entrusted me with her care, but now I felt a weight on my shoulders.
I could not resist.
I sighed, lightly punching the wall in frustration. After my shower, I wiped my hair dry and glanced back at Isabella. She was deep in sleep, oblivious to the turmoil in my heart. I sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments, lost in thought, before finally standing up and leaving the room, giving her space to rest.
I had so much to untangle, and calming myself down was the first step. I'd made a mess of things, one that I wasn't sure how to put right.
Clearing this up wouldn't be simple, and honestly, I wasn't even sure where to start.
I had let myself slip, before emotions had pulled me in a direction I couldn't turn away from.