EroticReverie

Lyla Law

I get dressed in the panites and bra and sundress that Ezra laid out for me as he waits out in the living room. I hear the front door to my apartment shut. My brows pinching. I walk out of my bedroom.

"Ezra?" I call, because my apartment is empty. My phone dings on the counter. I walk over. 

"shit" I hiss as I look down. My phone is open. A text from a number that I only have saved in my phone because of Penny. 

Nolan "Dickface"  Warner is what I have him saved as. I've never even used his fucking number, but had it incase of emergencies to reach Penny. 

"Still thinking of your hot tits in my hands and the way you pretended not to want it." 

"Maybe i'll come to your shitty fucking apartment and screw you against the wall." 

"Quit fucking ignoring Penny you fucking dumb bitch. You're making her worry something is wrong." 

"I'm serious Lyla. Don't piss me off. Call Penny back. Act fucking natural." 

no. No. I throw my phone down and run out the door. Panting as I look to the elevator, then to the stairwell. 

I take off down the hall and to the stair well. I look down, seeing a big meaty hand on one of the rails.

"EZRA!" i yell. "DONT !" I scream and take off down the stairs. 

I slip at the last step before the landing and fall onto my hands and knees with a scream and then whine, Holding my fucking knees.

"ow, fuck" I whine. Then I hear feet moving faster, coming back up the stairs. Only one set of them as I hear Ezra say "take care of it" to his goons.

"NO DONT TAKE CARE OF IT!" I yell as I cradle my knee. Then look and see Ezra looking at me from the other landing.

"What the hell did you do?" He growls and stomps up the steps and reaches his hands out and scoops me up off the floor.

"I fucking fell! Obviously!"I yell at him and he grumbles. 

"No, tell them to stop, Ezra, please, you can't touch him, his father is -"

"So it IS him. Good to know." He says and carries me up the stairs as I wiggle in his hold. 

"Put me down." I whine as he pushes through the door and walks me back to my apartment. 

"Ezra stop!" I yell and he slams my door shut and then drops me on the small little kitchen counter and I yelp as he grabs my throat. 

"Ezra, stop"I whimper as he shakes his head. 

"Sorry sweetheart, too late." He says and I whimper. 

"tell me where he touched you" he snarls. 

I shake my head. 

His other hand lifts and smacks my cheek. 

"Fuckin tell me Lyla" he growls and my cheeks stings. 

"dont hit me" i yell at him and whack him across the face and he snarls. 

He grabs my hands. Pushes them behind my back and pushes himself between my legs and wraps his arms around me, hard and tight, pinning my arms to my sides.

"Where?" he growls. 

"Did he fuck you?" he growls. 

"no!" I yell at him. 

"but he tried to, didnt he? Tried to fuck that little pussy of mine, didnt he?" 

"fuck you, you're crazy, let go of me" I thrash against him and he holds me even tighter. 

"did you want it? was he right? did you want him to fuck you?" he growls. 

"NO!" I yell at him, seething , as I look at him. My eyes filling with tears. 

He softens just slightly, and then slips one arm up my back and grabs my hair. 

"Where did he fucking touch you? What did he do?" he growls. 

"It doesnt fucking matter!" I yell.

"the fuck it doesnt" he snarls. "tell me or ill have them cut of his cock" he growls. 

"good, fucking let them" I hiss. "Get off me!" I yell. 

"you fucking psycho!" I scream and smack him as he lets go of me. 

His fucking growl rumbles deep in his chest. 

"no!" I yell as he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. 

"put me down!" I yell and he walks to my bedroom and throws me on the fucking bed. My body bouncing, my head hitting the bed and then he's ontop of me. 

"get off me, get off me" I yell as I thrash and he pins me down, and uses his legs and knees to pin my thighs , his hands to pin my arms.

"get off me!" I yell and he just pants as he wrangles me with his hands. 

"calm the fuck down!" He yells. 

"fuck you!" I yell at him. 

He groans and pins my wrists with one arm and his hand snatches at my panties and pulls them. My dress already twisted around my waist.

"NO!" I yell as the panties rip and he groans and I thrash, fighting him, as he undoes his belt. Stopping a few times as he readjusts his grip on me. 

"Get off me! STOP! I mean it! STOP!" I yell as he gets his cock out. 

"stop,no! no!" I scream and he slaps a hand over my mouth and leans over, pulls out my tampon, lets it fall to the bed, then lines himself up and thrusts into me. I scream into his palm. 

"shhhh" he whispers. "there you go sweetheart, just shut up" he grunts and thrusts again, again. He doesnt go as hard as before, its still deep.

"fuck Lyla" he groans and I whimper, feeling my hands stops pushing at him, feeling my legs fucking relax and my pussy clench. 

"there you go , good girl" he whispers and kisses my temple, his hand moving from my mouth. "good fucking girl" he exahles. 

"such a good girl" he graons and fucks me a little faster.

"Ezra, please" I whine. 

"shhhhhh, dont worry about it sweetheart, i'll take care of it, don't you worry" he groans. 

"dont you fucking worry about a thing " he groans. "nobody touches my whore but me" he pants. I whimper, legs, wrapping around him. 

"Aint that right baby?" he breathes hard and I whimper.

"Hmm, aint that right? This pussy is mine isnt it? Who's my whore Lyla, hmm?" 

I moan. "me" i whimper and he groans. 

"that's right baby, say it for me sweetheart, tell me you're my whore" he whispers into my ear as he thrusts into and out of me, far slower and gentler than i'd expect from him. 

"i'm..you're..whore" i moan as I feel my pussy grip his cock and he groans. 

"that's right sweetheart, say it again" he whispers. 

"i'm your whore" i whine as he kisses below my ear, cradling my head in his hand.

"keep saying it, say it till my whore cums on my cock" he groans. 

"Im your whore" I whimper. "im your whore" I pant. 

"mmmm, fuck, yes , good girl, that's it, that's it baby" he groans as I i get closer to cumming

"good girl" he whispers in my ear at the same time im panting that im his whore. repeating the words over and over, hating how much i like saying them. 

"Ezra" I whimper as my orgasm gets even closer.

"I know baby, i know, keep saying it, cum nice and hard on my cock for me Lyla, cum like the whore you are" he grunts and thrusts deeper and my mouth parts on a scream. I cum hard, legs shaking, my mouth panting and gasping, cursing and i cry out , forcing the words as i cum 

"Im y-your who-whore" I cry as he keeps fucking me,

"mmhmm, yes you are baby, yes you fuckin are, good girl, such a good girl" he groans and kisses my mouth. 

"pretty fucking whore, you cum so hard for me baby, so fucking hard, that little pussy grips it real fucking good , you love that dick, dont you baby?" 

I nod, whimpering, a fucking mess beneath him.

"my dirty little bitch, you feel so fucking good" he groans and kisses me hard. 

"your god damn cunt feels so fucking good on my cock, nobody gets to have this pussy but me, you were my slut the second i laid my eyes on that fucking ass bent over the ledge, you were the sexiest fucking slut id ever seen Lyla" he groans and then licks my neck and groans in my ear. 

"nobody gets to fucking touch you, nobody but me" he growls and I moan, remembering now that he knew what Nolan had done. 

"please, it's Pennys fiance" I whimper. "shes my best friend" I whine. 

"well she's got shit choice in men if they're putting they're fucking hands on her best friends tits...where else did he fucking touch you?" he groans and keeps fucking me. 

"he...kissed me...tried to" I whine. 

"yeah, did he ? He kissed MY fucking whore?" he growls. I nod. 

"what else?" he snarls. 

"nothing....he...cornered me in the kitchen.... fuck, god, ungh" I cry out as he fucks me harder, deeper. Angrier. 

"tell me what happened, every fucking detail" he demands as he grabs my wrists and pins them, pushing up and thrusting into me.

I tell him, my words broken, panted and moaned out of my lips as Ezra keeps fucking me while making me tell him. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, he wont fucking touch you again" he groans with a grin on his face. 

"I'll make sure of it." he smiles. "nobody touches my slut, do they?" he asks and I shake my head and he groans with a grin. 

"good girl, such a good fuckin girl" he leans down, kissing me. 

"you want my fucking cum sweetheart?" he asks and I nod. 

"yeah?" he breathes hard, looking at me, and I nod.

"want that cum in your bloody pussy?" he groans. 

"fuck, you're so sick" I whimper. 

He grins. "nothing wrong with a man that likes to fuck his whore when she needs it most" 

"now be a good girl, and tell me again that you're my fucking whore" he growls as he thrusts faster now, picking  his pace up again and I whimper. Saying the words again, over and over as he nods, grinning, fucking me while I tell him im his whore. Saying them till Ezra finishes, spilling inside of me with a loud groan , and a kiss to my cheek when he's done. 

"I ruined your pretty dress." he says and I know there must be blood on it, or cum, or both. 

"then youll have to buy me a new one" I say. 

"I'll buy you a thousand of em" he says and pulls me to him, laying us on our sides, his cock still inside of me. 

"are they going to kill him?" I ask softly. 

"hmmm, no. Even though they should." he says and he strokes my hair. 

"what are they going to do to him?" I ask. 

"Make sure he learns his lesson about putting his hands on you."