Ezekiel
I looked down at her, my chest still heaving, my c**k twitching with the last aftershocks of my release. Scarlett’s face was flushed, her lips swollen and shiny, streaks of my c*m painting her cheeks, her chin, and her pretty lips. She looked so beautiful like this — messy, marked, and completely mine in this moment.
“f**k… baby,” I breathed, my voice rough. I dropped to my knees in front of her, cupping her face gently with both hands. “You really did so good. So f*****g good for me. I really can’t stop praising you, and it comes from my heart.”
She was still breathing hard, eyes glassy, a shy, dazed smile on her lips. I leaned in and kissed her softly, tasting myself on her mouth, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to ground her, to show her how much I cherished her.
“Let me cl
