Two years of working a job she was overqualified for. Ezra had finally had enough! She wanted more for herself and her future. Seeing her boss's girlfriend get the position she had worked so hard for motivated her to leave and finally stand up for h...
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"Ezra~" Luca moans, his voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down my spine. I continue to ride him, our bodies moving in a rhythm of primal desire. With each thrust of his hips, he watches intently as his dick disappears inside me, a sight that fuels his arousal. My moans grow louder, each one a testament to the pure, blissful pleasure coursing through me. For an entire week, Luca and I have been lost in a cycle of insatiable sex, our bodies unable to get enough of each other. I became addicted to the man who was ruining my life. I didn't love him, but my body craved him like a drug.
Now that Luca finally agreed to use protection, I felt I could truly let go. It hadn't been easy to convince him; for some strange reason, he had been vehemently against using condoms. But when I threatened to stop having sex with him altogether, he reluctantly agreed. "Shit! You feel so good," He groans, his voice laced with raw need.
"Dong-Woo, I told you already. SPEAK. ENGLISH. Ah...ahhh," I command, my words punctuated by the force of his thrusts. They become harder, and more urgent, pushing me closer to the edge. My orgasm builds a powerful wave that travels through my body, making my muscles clench and my breaths come in sharp gasps. My body starts to jerk violently as pleasure overtakes me.
Luca's body stills as he reaches his climax, his sperm filling the condom. I rise up, feeling the final connection between our bodies break as I move off him. Exhausted and spent, I lay down on the bed, turning to face the window that overlooks the beautiful city skyline. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the only evidence of our recent passion.
Luca kisses my shoulder, his lips trailing down to the base of my neck. His touch, once electrifying, now feels like an intrusion. "Can you stop?" I say, my voice soft but firm, hoping he understands that this moment of intimacy is over for now. Luca turns my body towards him. Looking deeply in my eyes.
"Ezra, why do you do this?" Luca's voice trembled with a mixture of confusion and frustration. "Every time we end up having sex, which you enjoy to the fullest, but right after, you become distant." He paused, running a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Was he really going there?" I thought to myself, unable to hide my irritation. Distance? That's the word he wanted to use?
"I'm not distant," I replied, trying to mask the emotions bubbling inside me. He pulled me into his arms, spooning me closer to him. I felt him breathe in the scent of my hair, his lips brushing my neck, and his hands rubbing my arms in a tender, yet almost mechanical gesture. Each touch, instead of comforting me, only deepened my guilt.
"Ezra, please communicate with me," Luca's voice was a plea, filled with an earnest desperation that made my heart ache. I could feel the weight of his need for honesty, for clarity, but I couldn't give him what he wanted.
