His hand dove straight for my zipper, yanking it down with urgent tugs.
Cool air hit my skin, but his palm was hot as it slid inside, cupping my breast through the sports bra.
He squeezed hard, thumb rolling my n****e until it pebbled painfully. "Christ, Diana, you're built like a mannequin," he rasped, shoving the bra up to expose me. His mouth latched onto the freed tit, sucking the peak deep, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.
My hands scrambled for his belt, unbuckling it with mechanic's precision.
The leather whispered free, and I palmed his bulge, stroking the rigid length.
He was huge, straining the fabric, pre-c*m dampening the front. "f**k, you're massive," I breathed, squeezing. "I need this c**k inside me. Now."
Ezra groaned against my skin, his free hand plungi
