Page 54 of Booked on You
“Would you have regrets?” I ask as I wait naked on my knees for him.
The answer to this question will determine everything about us going forward.
“Fuck no,” he tells me. “Would you?”
“Never,” I say.
“What do you want?”
“You. Unguarded. I can’t live the rest of my life on a what if…”
“Fuck, Scarlett.” Ezra’s breath releases on a broken sigh of surrender. His fingers glide through my hair.
“I need to hear you say you want me,” I whisper, looking up at Ezra. My voice matches the fluttering nerves low in my stomach. My pulse thuds in my ears as I hold his gaze and palm his cock through his jeans.
His fingers tighten in my hair. “I want you so fucking bad. Look at what you do to me.”
I smirk. “You do have a point.”
I peel his jeans and boxers down like he’s a fucking gift. He’s hard, thick, and perfect. I’m intimidated, and he chuckles like he can read my mind. I swallow, throat tightening as I imagine how he’ll taste, how he’ll feel sliding past my lips.
“This is your last chance to change your mind.” I breathe out as my vulnerabilities threaten to overwhelm me. We need to have this moment.
His jaw tightens before he rasps out, “I want you and everything that comes with being with you. Zero doubts.”
His words unlock something inside me. Relief, excitement, and a powerful ache. I lean forward, my lips parting, eyes never leaving his as I carefully take the tip of his dick into my mouth.
Ezra groans, the sound beautifully raw and unrestrained. His fingers are threaded through my hair, guiding but never demanding. I have full control, and a thrill of power urges me forward.
I savor the weight of him against my tongue. He tastes clean and like something that’s uniquely him. It’s masculine and faintly salty.
Ezra’s breathing quickens as I take him farther into my throat.
His gaze stays locked on me.
Realization washes over me, and I know I could easily fall for this man. The thought should terrify me, but right now, it only deepens my desire to make him feel so fucking good he never forgets me.
I pick up my pace, my hot, wet mouth gliding along his shaft.
Ezra’s breaths grow ragged, and soft curses tumble from his lips. It encourages me to take him in deeper. His hips shift, muscles tensing as his control slips away.
“Scarlett,” he rasps. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”
I keep going, swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip, before pulling him deeper into my mouth. I feel like I’m drowning in his reaction.
His groans become louder, his breath more uneven, desperate.
“I’m close,” he warns, voice breaking, fingers tightening against my scalp. “Scarlett.”
I don’t back away. Instead, I grab the base of his cock with my hand, working him to oblivion with my mouth, urging him to give in to me and let go. His body tenses, hips bucking forward as he releases inside my mouth. I hum with satisfaction, savoring his release and the intimacy that comes with crossing this line.
I suck him clean, licking up every fucking drop of him. Afterward, I rise to my feet, and Ezra reaches for me. His thumb brushes across my lips, and he kisses me. Our tongues slide together, and I whimper against him.
When we pull away, his thumb brushes across my swollen lips.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Scarlett?” he mutters roughly.
He searches my face.
