“Say it again,” Ezra whispered in my ear. The sprinkles of water from the showerhead poured on us like heavy rain, steaming the glass door. Ezra pressed my back to the wet tile wall, thrusting within me with such fervor, I thought I would pass out from ecstasy. “Say it for me, baby.”
His manhood burned deliciously inside me, waves of euphoria coursing through my entire being. He nibbled on my earlobe. “Asher and I...are...are just...siblings,” I lied to him again, feeling the rolls of relief spiral down the muscles of his back. He groaned against me, thrusting inside me harder, making me yelp in pleasure. “Nothing me.”
This keeps him safe, I told myself. Me being with Ezra keeps Asher safe.
“Good girl.” He kissed my lips as he pumped within me with a deep cry of pleasure. I could feel
