One Night Stand [18+]

CHAPTER 3

As he spoke, he stroked Celeste's sweaty face with his big hand.

On Ezra's fingertips, there was a thick layer of calluses, which rubbed against the delicate skin, making it uncomfortable.

Celeste hummed a little uncomfortably.

This kitten-like voice made Ezra's heart itch unbearably.

He really couldn't figure out how this woman, who was considered above-average in appearance but had a body that made people want to stop, could easily soften his heart for a moment and break the bottom line that he had always insisted on for ten years.

He doesn't touch women of unknown origin, he is afraid of being dirty and troublesome, but the most important thing is to save his life. In the industry and position he is in, if he makes any mistakes, he may encounter accidents. Ezra cherishes his life. Therefore, I have developed a good self-discipline since I was a child, especially in the relationship between men and women.

But this woman just had a taste of the medicine in order to alleviate a sudden attack in her body, but it made him feel the pleasure and sensory feast that he had never enjoyed before.

Although Ezra has his own set of strict rules for the relationship between men and women, he has been rolling among the flowers for many years. The women he has tasted, whether they are sent to the door by himself or found by others, each has their own characteristics , but what most of them have in common is that they are all the best in bed at making men want to die.

It's just that Ezra doesn't know whether it's because his heart is too hard or his self-control is too strong. His desire is more vigorous than ordinary men, but he is always very calm in the process of s*x. It's more like venting than enjoying. After all, whether it is his status or his own personal charm, there are always people who want to use the role of bed partner to climb up to the position of the woman next to him.

If he really had that ability, Ezra would not object.

But until now, except for the woman who almost cost him his life, no one has really satisfied him in bed.

In fact, that woman's reaction on the bed was only unsatisfactory, but every time she looked at him with a blushing face and watery eyes, she called "Ezra" in that delicate and soft voice. Sometimes, Ezra could always feel a burst of anger going straight to his lower body, and he often tossed people hard on the bed, as if he had been hit by an aphrodisiac.

Perhaps it was because the woman was different.

Once, for him.

He met her at the most embarrassing time, an ordinary, ordinary girl who lives in a world as clean as a piece of white paper and has the same temperament as hers.

She would turn red in the eye sockets because of one of her heavy words, and would be so angry that she would not talk to him for a long time, and would happily jump up and hold his face and kiss him because of one of his unintentional arrangements. But later, after raising and raising her, she really developed feelings, and even thought of introducing her to a group of brothers.

But he didn't expect that what he raised was not a rabbit, but a white-eyed wolf waiting for an opportunity.

That was the biggest and most ridiculous failure Ezra encountered in his life.

Almost killed him.

He was guarding against everything, but he didn't expect that it was impossible to guard against.

After he walked before the gate of hell, Ezra, who came back, became even more elusive, and the rapid changes in emotions and sorrows caught people off guard, but his methods were more ruthless than before, and he hardly gave him any attention. There is room for man, especially for those who follow him but are uncertain.

Even in the past few years, he has gradually successfully bleached the influence left by his father, and his style of conduct is still powerful enough to scare the enemy, but he is also so arrogant that people want to get rid of it quickly.

But the more dangerous the road, the more steadily he walked.

The seven centimeter long scar on his chest was the most bloody lesson he had learned.

Ezra recovered from his out-of-tune thoughts.

It is probably because of Celeste's medicine attack again.

Long, slender legs wrapped around Ezra's strong, narrow waist.

The wet petals just resisted Ezra's long-awaited desire.

His c**k was full in his glory

So big.

Celeste was a little lost in thought.

Much bigger than Samuel's c**k.

Although the onset of the drug effect made her feel groggy and weak, her consciousness was still clear to a certain extent.

This is also one of the interesting things about the aphrodisiac she took.

It will not make people completely lose their sanity and become a slave to desire, but it will make people immersed in pleasure and desire and cannot extricate themselves, moaning wildly.

Because of the woman's initiative, Ezra's eyes darkened slightly.

He was looking at Celeste.

Celeste was also looking at him.

The moment the two looked at each other, they both saw the sparks dancing in each other's eyes.

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Ezra's mind, but in the end, they only turned into one sentence. "You can still push me away now."

Push him away?

Celeste thought that she really should push him away.

Emotional and reasonable, as long as she still has a little bit of reason.

Unexpectedly, Samuel's profile in that photo flashed before her eyes again at this moment.

"He's mine."

Yes.. He's with another woman.

So, what does it matter if you become another man's, or let another man be yours?

When the c**k pierced into the small hole like a spear, and was warmly welcomed by the tight passage and soft succulent meat, the two sighed in unison.

Their bodies fit far better than they thought.

Ezra knew that the woman under him was not a virgin.

Although it is narrow and tight, it is unimpeded, allowing him to push into the depths smoothly.

This cognition made Ezra's emotions suddenly complicated, and he couldn't explain why.

He's not a virginal man.

But the fact that the woman under him belonged to, or once belonged to, another man made him inexplicably uncomfortable. But why?

"You... move, move, um..." The woman's coquettish moan brought his thoughts back to his eyes.

In front of him, the woman's slim and mature carcass, snow-white and plump breasts, and a beautiful flushed face, and misty eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle. All of these belonged to him.

Regardless of the past.

"Hey you... um... um... light, light..."

Celeste didn't understand why the man's movements suddenly seemed to go crazy all of a sudden.

But her consciousness was quickly pulled into the male-dominated rhythm, accompanied by the force of that blow, the strength that seemed to smash her tender hole and the depth that seemed to pierce her stomach. What Celeste experienced was unprecedented pleasure and o****m.

The woman's voice suddenly became high and sharp. "Mmmmmm...ahah..."

Muscles twitched abnormally, and the meat suddenly twisted tightly, as if there were countless small mouths licking the surface of the c**k, but after a while, the inside of the c**k gushed out a wave. Then a steady stream of water poured onto the glans head, and the drenched man's scalp felt numb for a while, wishing he could just bury his d**k in the soft hole forever.

Ezra knew exactly what this meant.

Surprise flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the woman's closed eyes. Heavy panting and soft moans lingered in his ears, making people's hearts flutter.

Unconsciously, Ezra's big hand grasped the buttocks a little harder.

"Ah...it hurts...um...it's too deep...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?… ?”

Although he had taken the aphrodisiac, he was still unexpectedly sensitive.

Ezra thought, leaning down, squeezing Celeste's soft breasts with his hard chest, and the warm breath sprayed under the sensitive earlobe, which made her tremble and tremble all over.

Ezra kissed the woman's absent-minded eyes.

It was these eyes that made him make an exception and meddle in his own business.

The eyes that were obviously tortured in the struggle were red, and the pupils were as pitiful as if stained with a layer of mist, but in those pitch-black eyeballs, what Ezra saw was a rebellious soul, an unruly soul. The tenacity to give up lightly.

In life, life and death are sometimes just a matter of snapping fingers, especially for people like Ezra.

A word from him, a look in his eyes, can sometimes determine a person's life or death.

In the same way, sometimes with one negligence, a soft heart, and a few seconds of hesitation, someone else decides his life and death.

After staying in this industry for a long time, I have naturally become indifferent to life and death.

The issue of life and death can still be ignored, let alone the problem that Celeste is currently encountering.

But being drugged.

From Ezra's point of view, Celeste's desperate struggle at the moment can only be described in seven words.

It's not a big deal.

But the look in her eyes that he caught by chance, in the end, made him choose to stop.

An irrational decision.

But he didn't regret it.

"It's so itchy... um... don't lick it... um..."

After the first o****m, Celeste, who was completely relaxed, moaned like a kitten.

The man's wet tongue swept over the fine hairs on her face like a large canine, making Celeste itchy and numb, and wanted to dodge.

In normal times, Ezra would have already started working regardless, so why would there be so many meticulous movements?

It's just that he knew that the aphrodisiac that Celeste took was not so easy to unravel. He once heard Cio say that after ten experiments, the party who took the medicine had to reach physical o****m at least four times before it could be untied. A few times at most, although Cio didn't say it clearly, but judging from the man's malicious smile at that time, Ezra knew that the numbers must be abnormal.

As he was thinking, he licked all the way down from Celeste's flushed face, passing through the delicate collarbone to the swaying t**s. The woman's sweat was dripping with a little sourness, but it was unexpectedly clean without much smell. .

"Ah... ah... itchy..."