Unleashed by Erica Chilson Page B

waist, “N ot yet.”
    “No,” I defiantly reply.
    “Yes,” he growls back.
    “What do you want? You’ re the one who said to get cleaned up in the first place, now you’re bothering me. You’re no fair,” I whine. I stand in the tub with water up to my knees, naked, glowering at Ezra. And it is Ezra, not Master Ez. I’m not sure though. He seems different, almost as if he is finally melding into one being.
    Ezra slides his hand to my groin and I yelp out in shock. Two fingers invade me, and I try to squirm away. “What are you doing?” I protest and swat at his hand.
    I push at Ezra’ s hand, but it gets me nowhere. He keeps up his examination, and I try not to enjoy it. He pulls his fingers out of my body and my eyes follow the direction of his hand. Ez squirts a gel onto the same two fingers and goes back again. I try to get away, but the water weighs my movements down. He drops the tube on the side of the tub and hooks my waist again, rendering me motionless.
    “It’s spermicide for precaution,” Ezra huskily breathes into my ear.
    “You do know sperm are faster than that, right? It could already be too late. Are you that worried about me producing a lil Cort?” I taunt him. I try to push away again and he tightens his grip on my waist. He plunges his slippery fingers deep inside of me and I grunt- part shock, part intense pleasure.
    “I’m not against Cortez spilling inside of you. I just want to be there when it happens. I’d like to know when our children are conceived.” Ezra’s breathing picks up as he moves his fingers inside me in a relentless rhythm. No way does he have to keep this pace for this. I’ll admit it’s a nice pace if you want to climax, but it’s unnecessary for what he’d doing.
    “You do know that is fucking creepy… and controlling… and fucked up… and so you? Okay, I’m pretty sure you’re done spreading that gunk around. Stop it!” I paw at Ezra’s hand again, because I’m seconds away from coming.
    I enjoy my minor victory when Ezra releases me. I sink into the water and ignore him until he starts stripping out of his clothing. “What are you doing, now?” I say in a panic.
    Ezra doesn’t answer me. He simply slips into the water behind me and holds me against his chest. His sneaky fingers go right back to work again- thrusting in and out of me, rubbing over my g-spot.
    “I’m sure that is defeating the purpose of the spermicide. You’re washing it away.” My breathing picks up as I sta rt to enjoy his invasion.
    “It instantly kills the sperm. This-” Ezra moves his fingers faster and harder, “is just because I can. You were close to orgasm. Just enjoy it,” he huskily murmurs into my ear.
    My reply dies on my lips as Ezra slides me up his chest until I’m sitting in his lap. The sensation of his cock resting against my slit has my eyes rolling back in my head. Ezra’s hand keeps up its assault as he rests against me. He rubs my breasts with one hand while the other is relentless on my spot- over and over until my eyes go sightless and I’m mewing into his neck.
    Ezra tweaks my nipples, hard, and I writhe from the painful sensation. His hand slides down my tummy until he grabs his own cock from its resting place between my thighs. He starts rubbing himself next to me, against me, over me. One hand is still manipulating my g-spot, the other hand is hitting my clit with every pass over his cock.
    “You have to stop. I’v e gotta pee,” I moan.
    My body is filling with pressure. My mind is overcome with emotions: Ezra is touching me, and I’m loving every second of it. It hurts to know Ezra isn’t mine, but it doesn’t lessen the emotions rolling though my heart. I try not to speak the words out loud.
    “No , you don’t,” Ezra croons in my ear. “You’ve done this for me before. It won’t be messy this time since we’re in the bath. Come for me, Katya. I want to be the one to do it for you, please,” he pleads in my ear.
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