Chapter 50. I’m Not Thinking

Ezra POV

“Oh, fuuuuck,” I groan long and hard, digging into Wren’s scalp as she bobs on my dick. “Just like that, Birdie, yeaaaa…”

She nearly swallows me down the back of her throat, gagging, and I release my grip on her hair.

“Come here.” I tug her up from the floor. She releases my dick with a pop, and stands to her feet.

Her eyes shimmer, tear streaks on her face and her lips look brighter, plumper.

“Hi.” She smiles softly.

Circling my hand around her throat, I pull her closer. “You have a wicked mouth, jesus, Birdie.”

And I kiss her, swallowing her gasp and sigh. She presses closer to me, and I run my hands down her body, pulling her even closer, like there’s any space left.

Everything turns heated almost immediately. Lips clashing, hands roaming, squeezing…spanking.

“Ezra,” she breathes, sliding my shirt off. “Please…fuck me.”

Precum leaks out of me, the words too filthy for lips.

I press my mout