Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest
The mattress sloped toward him, like even gravity wanted me closer to him.
“Get up,” I whispered.
“No,” he said. And with one firm hand, he pushed me back down.
He held me at the back of my neck, eyes locked unto mine, making me see every single emotion that passed through those orbs. “Finish what you started.”
My breath caught.
Ezreal leaned over me, fingers curling into my hair, dragging my head down to his lap.
“Open your mouth for me, priest.”
I obeyed.
My lips wrapped around him, and instantly he groaned—a low, dark sound that made my cock twitch against the sheets. He was still so hard, so hot. I took him deeper, deeper until he nudged the back of my throat.
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