Once Upon a Contract (Once Upon #2)

Chapter Nine

Daphne

" A re you a virgin, love?" Ezra grits out as he tries to maintain a calm, neutral expression, but I can see the strain in his eyes and hear it in his voice.

Why the hell did I think I would be able to have sex with Ezra and he wouldn't know that I've never done this before? I was so lost in my desire—that any rational thought fled my brain—but the moment he ripped through my innocence, I knew I should have said something. He's so big, and it hurt so bad as he tore through me.

"N-not anymore."

"Fucking hell, Daphne." Ezra pulls out at me.

I cry out at the loss of him. I can't look at him as he tucks himself back in his pants and I straighten my underwear.

"That is something you should tell somebody. I fucking hurt you. That's not how things should have gone." Ezra is pacing in front of me, his hands running through his hair. I can feel his energy rolling off him, making me feel so small as I realize the huge mistake I just made.

"You can take me home. I understand if you don't want to see me again."

Ezra stops pacing. His head whips towards mine, eyes filled with alarm.

"I will take you home if that's what you want, but selfishly, I don't want you to leave. At least not like this, with so many things that need to be said still."

"You don't?" I ask hesitantly as I meet his eyes. They're filled with concern, but also so much longing and desire.

He takes measured steps back towards me, his hands coming up to cup my face. "I'm so fucking sorry I hurt you, love. The last thing I want you to do right now is leave. What I'd like to do is take you to my room and make you feel the way I should have for your first time. Can I do that? Will you let me show you how good it can be?"

We're breaths away at this point. Ezra is anxiously awaiting my answer as I struggle to understand that this man still wants me, even after my colossal screw-up.

"Yes—" The word is whispered and barely out of my mouth when Ezra pounces.

His lips land on mine in a slow, sensual kiss working my body up again. Our earlier kisses were frenzied and filled with desire, but this one has my legs rubbing together to find some relief from the pulsing need filling me.

Ezra slides his hands down my back and over my ass, where they pause to squeeze, and then down to my thighs. I gasp as he grips them firmly and lifts me in the air. Being as tall as I am, nobody has ever even attempted to pick me up, but Ezra doesn't seem fazed.

He starts walking down the hall, and whether it's from my desire or his, I find a confidence I never expected. I kiss and nip at his neck and ear as he walks, which pulls a growl from his throat, then I slide my hand between us, desperate for friction, but even more to feel his hard length.

As soon as my fingers graze his hard length, Ezra swears under his breath and slaps my ass.

Heat floods me, but before I can do anything else, I'm soaring through the air and land in the center of the biggest bed I've ever seen.

Ezra is standing in the muted light, arms crossed over his chest, jaw ticking as he takes me in. "Unless you want me to rip that dress off of you, I suggest you take it off."

Seeing the heat swirling in his blown pupils, I know he's completely serious. Not wanting to ruin Tink's masterpiece, I slide to the edge of the bed and swing my legs over. I lean down to unfasten my heels but stop when Ezra demands, "Leave them."

I nod my acknowledgement as I stand and unclasp the hooks on the side of my dress from my bra before lowering the zipper. Shrugging my shoulder, the lone strap glides off, then the entire dress slides down my body and pulls at my feet. As I bare myself to him, Ezra is meticulously undoing his cuff links and shirt buttons.

"Fucking, Christ." Ezra covers his mouth with his hand as if to stop him from saying anything more. "Spin."

My eyes widen as he makes a circle motion with his finger.

Carefully stepping out of the dress that is at my feet, I start turning.

"Slower."

Heading his command, I turn as slow as I possibly can.

"Stop."

My back is towards Ezra. I'm dying to see his face right now, but I don't dare turn around. I'm in the red lace thong and the custom bra with the crystal strap that Tink made, trembling as I wait to see what Ezra does next. A shaky exhale falls from my lips as I feel Ezra's bare chest against my back.

"You looked magnificent in the dress, but you look fucking stunning without it," Ezra whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers through my body while his fingers caress my stomach until they make their way to the front clasp of my bra. I'm expecting him to pop it open but shudder as he trails his thumbs over my nipples. Ezra gently squeezes my full breasts. He runs his thumb over them as he nips and kisses down my neck.

I whimper as he pinches my nipples and bites my shoulder, hard. My core is pulsing. I wonder if I can come this way if he keeps playing with my nipples. I'm so wet that I can feel the inside of my thighs slicken with every second he touches me. I've given myself orgasms, but I've never been this strung out and desperate for a release in my life. Engulfing me in his embrace, I'm completely overwhelmed. My body has melted back into him as my hips thrust forward, trying to find some relief.

"Look at you, love," Ezra murmurs as he makes us face the full-length mirror leaning against the wall. I didn't see it until he pointed it out. "You're practically melting into me, yet your greedy little cunt is begging for more. Look at what a mess you are at my touch. Do you need to come?"

I don't recognize myself. The woman in the mirror before me is all long, lean, sexy lines as desire spreads across her features. My chest and face are flush, lips plump and parted, while my chest heaves and my legs squeeze together as they try to relief the ache coming from my center. I watch, completely enraptured, as Ezra moves his fingers from my nipples to unsnap the clasp of my bra.

My breasts spill free. Ezra squeezes and teases them for a minute before one hand slides down my stomach and disappears into my panties. I gasp and throw my head back when his fingers brush my clit.

"Look," he demands as his hand grabs my chin, forcing me to stare in the mirror. "I want you to watch as I make you fall apart."

Unable to speak, I nod in understanding.

Ezra's hand slides through my sex, dipping in to gather some of the slickness that's coating my pussy before he drags it through my lips to swirl around my throbbing clit. I cry out, but somehow manage to keep my eyes on the mirror.

Ezra continues to rub me as two fingers plunge into my pussy.

"Good girl."

Those two words growled from Ezra's lips send me tumbling over the edge. I try to keep my eyes pinned to the mirror, but I can't stop my head from falling back onto his shoulders as my eyes roll back, slamming closed. The pleasure spirals through me as I tremble and cry out his name. "Ezraaa!"

My limbs give out, but Ezra stops me from falling with the hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers still buried deep in my cunt.

I let out a startled yelp when Ezra picks me up, shoving his fingers even further in me and sending a mini orgasm crashing through me. I'm a trembling mess as he lays me down on the bed.

"Look how wrecked you are, and you haven't even gotten my cock yet."

I'm still trying to catch my breath and come to terms with whether this is real or a dream, when Ezra pops the button on his tux pants. He guides them down his strong thighs along with his boxers. As soon as his cock is free, it stands straight out towards me.

Saliva pools in my mouth as I think about taking him between my lips. He's so big that I don't know if I can fit much of him, but I'd like to try.

"See something you like, love?" Ezra teases, completely naked as he strokes his cock so hard that the head turns an angry purple.

My confidence from earlier is all but gone as I try to come to terms that he expects to fit in me.

"I know you're a virgin, but I don't know if you're experienced in any other way. Tell me, Daphne. Have you wrapped those pretty little lips around another man's cock, or will mine be the first?"

I'm so mesmerized by his tattooed hand stroking his cock that I'm struggling to answer him. Lost in his movements, I don't even notice that he stepped closer until his free hand grips my chin and lifts my head so he can lock eyes with mine.

Ezra taps his leaking head on my lips, making me squeak. I can feel his pre come on my lips. I dart my tongue out to taste his pre-cum, moaning as it slips across the head of his cock and fills my mouth.

Ezra groans out a curse before he smears the head across my lips.

"Answer. Me."

My eyes snap to his. Ezra's control is slipping.

"No, I—" I try to tell him that I haven't done this before, but he interrupts me before I can get the words out.

"Good. Open."

I part my lips as wide as I can as Ezra slides his hard length into my mouth. His hands are buried.in my hair as he slowly guides my head. I grasp his thighs to steady myself, goosebumps erupting on my skin as I feel him tremble.

"Fuck. You feel so. Fucking. Good." Ezra picks up his pace, making me gag when he hits the back of my throat.

My eyes are watering as I stare up at him.

Ezra's smirking. "There's nothing sexier than hearing and watching you choke on my cock. You're doing so good, love. Relax your throat."

I do as he says and am surprised when his next thrust slides further down my throat.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that."

I hold on to his thighs as Ezra fucks my face for real. I'm so turned on. My thighs are getting soaked as my need ratchets higher with each thrust. Unable to stand it any longer, I slide one hand down his legs and between my thighs.

"Look at you. Your needy mouth loves sucking my cock, but your needy little cunt can't handle aching, can she? I'll let you, this time, but your orgasms are mine from now on. Do you understand?"

I nod as tears stream down my face and the telltale signs of my orgasm spread through me. My moan as I come vibrates around Ezra's cock, tipping him over the edge.

"Fucking hell." He tries to pull out, but I hold him in my mouth to swallow it all down.

When he pulls out, tears, spit, and his cum are rolling down my chin. Ezra scoops the mess up with his finger and shoves it back into my mouth. I suck it clean, nipping his thumb before he pulls it back out.

"That was extremely naughty of you, love. As much as I loved fucking your face and coming with these pretty lips wrapped around me, I wanted my first time to be in your sweet pussy." He stands above me, arms crossed over his chest, his dick still somehow hard even though he just came. He studies me, making my squirm under his gaze.

"Good thing you make me insatiable. You think you're ready to try again?" He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as he stares down at me. I'd swear it's love pouring from his eyes, but there's no way Ezra is in love with me. I need to remember this is real life and not one of my romance books, but Ezra is making that extremely hard. Ha, pun intended.

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Good."

Ezra leans down, wrapping an arm around me to gently lift me and guide me up the bed. I love his weight pinned on top of me. When his hard-on bumps my desperate pussy, I can't help but thrust up into him.

Ezra chuckles.

"Eager, are we? I think I need to check and make sure you're really ready."

He's got a devious look on his face as he crawls down my body, nipping and kissing me the entire way.

I think I know what he's about to do, but I never could have imagined the pleasure Ezra gives me by going down on me. I cry out when he circles my clit with his tongue, two fingers deep inside me matching the pace. I feel full and about to explode. Ezra adds a third finger making my legs tremble. I'm now riding his hand and face, my hands buried in his hair as he pins my thighs to the mattress. It's too much, and before I can even warn him, I'm exploding again.

"Just like that. Soak my face."

I do. I'm dripping as I lie boneless in his bed.

"I can't fucking wait until you're strangling my cock with this tight pussy. You did so well, love. I think you're ready."

My eyes snap to his as he notches his penis at my entrance. I nod, giving him permission, knowing this time will be so different.

It hurts at first, but Ezra pauses several times, letting me adjust to having him in me, until he's fully filling me, his thighs flush with my own. He pulls back gently before guiding in again. The pain subsides as my need builds.

Ezra slides his hands between us, his fingers going straight to my needy clit. I cry out and lift my hips up into his on his next thrust. All the discomfort is gone as need floods my system.

"I-I need—" I'm completely overwhelmed with everything I'm feeling.

"What do you need, love?" Ezra grits out, keeping his pace steady.

"More," I pant. "Harder, Ezra."

"Fuck. Yes."

It's as if my words broke the final bit of restraint Ezra had left. He let's go and fucks me. It's messy and frantic, but it's so damn good. I'm surprised when a fierce orgasm rips through me.

"One. More," Ezra grunts.

I shake my head no.

"I c-can't," I cry out as Ezra pounds into me harder. I'm so overstimulated right now that I can hardly believe when another orgasm builds.

"You can," he huffs as he lifts my hips higher, hitting me deeper than he ever has.

My legs tremble as my breath stills, and the most earth-shattering orgasm takes over. My vision goes black. I'm overcome by the pleasure.

When I peel my eyes open, Ezra is staring down at me as he pounds into my pussy. "Daphne!" Ezra roars, spilling his come in me.

I shiver as aftershocks rock my body.

Ezra collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck. We're both covered in sweat, but neither mind as we wait for our orgasms to fade and for our breathing to return to normal.

I whimper as Ezra pulls out of my sore center. He looks down, his eyes heated as he sees our combined cum spilling from my core. With one of his long fingers, he scoops up the mess and pushes it back in. I'm sore, so I try to crawl higher up the bed and away from his hand.

Looking up, he smirks before pulling his finger out and leaning down to kiss me.

"I'll be right back. Relax." He leans down and places a sweet kiss on my forehead.

I fall back on his pillow, unable to move even if I wanted to. My eyes flutter open when a warm cloth wiping between my legs.

Ezra is methodically cleaning up our mess as he slides the cloth over my folds.

He tosses the cloth in the corner, then lifts me enough to pull the covers down and slide in beside me. Ezra pulls me into his chest as his hand draws lazy circles on my back.

"You did so fucking well, love."

Not really knowing what to say, I nuzzle into his chest and hum.

"I have no idea how some sorry sack hasn't scooped you up, but I'm glad as fuck they haven't and that I'm able to share this with you."

"I'm glad it was you. I couldn't have dreamed of my first being nearly half as amazing as that was. Thank you, Ezra."

"It was my pleasure. Thank you for trusting me to take care of you, love."

With a contented sigh, I throw my leg over Ezra as he wraps his arms around me. I have no idea what time it is or what the hell will happen tomorrow, but I do know tonight was the best night of my life. I can't help but giggle at the thought of telling my nineteen-year-old self that I finally lost my virginity, and to none other than Ezra Winters.

"What's so funny?"

"Eh, it's embarrassing."

"I don't think you could ever do anything that I wouldn't find attractive," Ezra teases, which makes me not care how embarrassing it might seem.

"I was just thinking that if I could tell my nineteen-year-old self that I wouldn't lose my virginity until I was twenty-six and that it would be to Ezra Winters, she'd think she was being lied to."

"Is that so?"

"It is. Ever since the first night we met, I've kind of compared every guy who has tried to date me to you. They all failed miserably, which is why I ended up being a twenty-six-year-old virgin."

"Selfishly, I'm glad they didn't compare and fucking honored to be here with you, Daphne. I'm not going to lie and say there haven't been women before you, but you were always in the back of my mind. I found myself searching for you at every dreaded event, hoping to have your time again."

I gasp as his words sink in. Could he be telling the truth? Was I always on his mind like he is on my own?

Exhaustion is weighing heavy on me as I straighten out my jumbled thoughts and what this could mean for us. Before I can figure anything out, sleep takes me as my body relaxes into Ezra.