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22: Hell Would Have To Freeze Over

Author: Lily S. W
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-04 05:45:27
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.

The images that slide through my brain are as filthy as his words, dirty. My core pulses, wetness seeping out until my panties are damp.

“God, you’re stunning.” His hand brushes my cheek, thumb tugging on my bottom lip.

He licks his lips, biting down at the corner. His hair falls over his face, hiding the eyes that are zoned on my mouth.

“Maybe I should take you up on that request.”

“W-what request?”

He drags his eyes up to mine. “The kiss request.”

Goosebumps prickle across my skin.

Yes, please.

I wet my lips, my tongue
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