EroticReverie

Ezra Vance 

After sex in the shower, we actually take a shower. I wash her hair. Her body. Taking care of her and kissing her while I gently clean her up.  She lets me put her tampon in and lets me dress her. Lets me take her downstairs to feed her dinner and I can tell she’s at war in her head over the way we fuck , the way I treat her like a whore and something precious all at the same time. 

“Why do you know so many languages?” She asks as we eat dinner. 

“Spanish I learned in highschool. American Sign Language because of my cousin who was deaf. The rest, are all for business mostly.” I say and she licks her lips and takes a drink of water as I sip wine. 

“What’s your favorite?” She asks and I smile. 

“Sign language.” I say and she chews her lip. 

She signs to me. “Mine too.”

I cock a brow and smile even wider. 

“You know sign language?” I sign back. 

She smiles a little and shrugs as she signs. “A little.” 

“Why did you learn it?” I ask her. And she sits there as if trying to think. She hesitates a few times while signing as if she’s forgotten certain signs for what she wants to say. 

“I feel it’s the most important language. Everyone should know it. You can speak any language and still be able to communicate. Deaf people can only communicate with other people know sign language. You can write on paper, but not being able to speak to people, has to be frustrating. So, I wanted to make sure if I ever met a deaf person I’d be able to help them communicate , and talk to them.” She signs it all and my dick goes hard for her instantly. 

“You know more than a little.” I say and she smiles. 

“I get stuck on some words.” She says and shrugs and we’re back to speaking instead of signing. 

“I agree with you. It is the most important language.” I say and she smiles. 

“I don’t know any others. I took a little bit of French in high school. But I barely remember any of it. Don’t use it you lose it I guess” she says. 

“But you use sign language often?” I ask curiously. 

She nods. 

“I did. I wanted to be an interpreter eventually.” She says. 

“Wanted?” I ask. “That’s past tense.”

“I still do, I just, I couldn’t afford college and paying rent.” 

“I’ll pay for it.” I say and she blinks. 

“Okay.” She says a moment later and I smile when she doesn’t try to argue. 

“I like when you agree.” I say and she rolls her eyes. 

“Dont get used to it.” She says and takes a sip of water and I watch her as she goes back to eating.

“So, why don’t you like your dad?” She asks and I cock my brow at her and she lifts her eyes to me. 

“He wasn’t a father.  He’s responsible for my being here on earth. Makes up half of my dna. That’s about it.” I say and she twists her mouth and I know she wants to ask more , but I can see her debating whether or not to push. 

“I get along with my parents.” She says and I say nothing , just listening. 

“I…I’m sorry your father wasn’t…a father….i would hate to know what that feels like.” She says. Her face goes sad and she lifts her eyes. 

“Does it bother you? That he wasn’t a good father?” She asks softly. 

“When I was younger , yes. But I learned what to expect from him , which was a lot of nothing.” I say. 

“Was he…abusive?” She asks and I cock my head. 

“Trying to figure out how I got so fucked up?” I ask. She blinks. 

“No. I just want to know you.” She says softly and my heart beats a little faster for her. 

“I’ll be patient.” She says and looks down with disappointment. I told her she needed to be patient with me. Talking about my past , feelings. All that stuff was foreign territory to me. 

“He wasn’t abusive.” I say and she lifts her eyes and sigh. 

“Being abusive would’ve meant he gave even a slight fuck about me. But no, he wasn’t abusive. He just…wasn’t anything at all.”  I say and then shift in my seat growing uncomfortable. Hating the way it feels to dig up those feelings of just wanting to be loved at all by a man who wanted nothing to do with me. 

“ and your mother ?” She asks softly and I sigh. 

“A saint.” I say and she smiles just a little. 

“Tell me about her.” She says gently and I feel my throat tighten. 

“She was…exactly what a mother should be. Loving. Protective. Caring. Kind. Understanding. Patient. She was exactly what you picture the perfect mother to be.” I say fondly and look down and clear my throat and take a sip of wine. 

“You miss her.” She says quietly. 

“Of course I miss her.” I say almost angrily and she flinches and looks away. 

“Sorry I, I didn’t mean to imply you wouldn’t” she says and I stand up. 

“Where are you going?” She asks. “You hardly ate anything” 

I walk over to her and pull out her chair.

“Ezra, wait” she says as I grab her out of the chair and push her onto the table. 

“We were talking “ she whimpers as I push her legs open and push up her dress. 

“We’re done talking” I say and reach between her legs and pull her tampon out and she winces.

“Are you…m-mad at me?” She asks but I say nothing as I push down my pants and grab my cock and step between her legs and grab her ass and shove my cock inside her cunt. I grunt and close my eyes and she whimpers and holds onto me. 

“Ezra, please” she whimpers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“Shut up” I growl and then grabs her and push her back. The glad of water tipping and rolling over the table as I lay her back , pushing the centerpiece out of the way so I can lay her all the way back and she looks up at me. 

She doesn’t speak as I grab her hips and look down and watch my cock fill her. Groaning. So good. She looks so good on me. 

It’s not her fault, and im not mad at her for wanting to know more. I’m mad at myself. For never dealing with any of those emotions. For not knowing how. For going to fucking therapy and still being so angry with my mother for loving a man that didn’t love me too. I was angry for being angry with my mother when she’d been perfect I’d every way except for who she chose as my father. I don’t want to feel angry. I don’t want to feel sad. I don’t want to feel anything at all. I just want to fuck Lyla and forget it all. 

“Don’t bring her up again” I grunt and slam into her pussy. 

She screams. Crying. But I know the tears aren’t because of how hard I’m fucking her, they’re because she’s sorry for upsetting me. 

I grip her hips hard and fuck her faster, deeper, groaning loudly as she cries and says nothing. She lets me use her. Lets me escape from my feelings without protesting or asking me to stop. She lets me have her. 

“Good girl, take my cock baby” I grunt and she whimpers. Her hands on my wrists as my fingers dig harder into her hips and my cock drills into her pussy. 

“Stop crying” I groan. “I’m not mad at you”

But she keeps crying anyways. And I keep fucking her. I pull out , pull her off the table and then her around and bend her over it instead. 

Shoving her dress up her back. Grabbing her hair in one hand, her hip in the other and slamming back into her. She screams and cries as I barrel my hips violently into her. Her perfect ass smacking off my hips and I can’t get enough of the way her ass bounces off me.

I slow down. Panting and grab both her shoulder and then slam deep into her , pulling her back as I thrust forward. Knocking the wind out of her with how hard I take her. 

“You take it so fucking well sweetheart” I groan and she cries out and I lift one of her legs. Putting her knee up on the table as she pushes her hands into the table and takes what I give her. 

“Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me , you’re such a good girl Lyla” 

She whimpers and hisses as I slam into her again , fucking her mercilessly with slow violent thrusts. 

Each thrust makes her scream. So I keep giving them to her. I give them to her till her tears are only from pain of my cock pounding into her. 

I lean over her , my cock buried inside of her. My hands going to the table and over her hands and I kiss her neck and bite it hard and she yelps and her cunt clenches around me. 

“Youre mine, say it” I growl on her neck and lick the spit I bit. 

“I’m yours” she cries and hisses as I thrust into her again. 

“Again” I growl. 

“I’m yours Ezra” she pants. “I’m yours” 

“Be a good girl and cum for me” I whisper. Panting into her ear. “I need to make you cum” I groan. 

“Touch me” she whines. 

My one hand slides onto her stomach and up over her breasts and lets my hand slide over the fabric and she moans as my hands grab at her and squeeze her breasts one by one through her dress. 

“Touch my pussy”she breathes. 

I groan and my hand slides down and between her legs and I rub her clit as I let my thrusts continue. Fucking her less hard, feeling her pussy hug my cock tight and clenching around it as I rub her clit. 

“Just like that, I’ll cum, don’t stop” she breathes. 

“Youre perfect” I pant. 

“I’m a good girl” she moans and I grunt. 

“Yes you are, the best” I breathe hard against her ear. 

“I’m your good girl Ezra” she whines and I grunt. 

“Yes baby, you’re my good girl” I pant and she moans.  

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I made you mad” she whimpers. 

“Dont be, it’s not your fault, just cum for me Lyla, that’s all I want, don’t apologize, you’re sweet and you’re perfect , you can do no wrong, just cum baby, I need you to cum for me” 

“I love the way you fuck me” she whines. 

“I know baby, I know you do” I say and kiss her neck. 

“I love being your whore” she moans and I groan against her skin. 

“You’re my fucking whore Lyla” I whisper. “All mine baby, cum for me , cum on my cock sweetheart”

“Your pussy is so fucking perfect baby, give it to me Lyla, give me this pussy” I groan and she gasps as she starts to cum and I groan as I listen to her cry out a second later. The little whimpers and the way her legs wobble. The way her pussy pulses around my cock and grips it harder as she cums on it. 

“Fuckin perfect” I groan. Letting myself follow her over the edge. Fucking her till my cum fills her up.  Emptying my entire soul into her fucking pussy.  

We’re panting as I stay buried inside of her. Holding her with one arm wrapped around her middle , my other hand on the table. As I pant into her hair. 

“I’m sorry” she says again. 

“Stop apologizing.” I exhale. 

I kiss the side of her head. “Lets finish our dinner” I say and she nods , but I hold her like this just a little longer, not yet taking my dick out of her pussy,  needing to have her on me, my entire body unable to let go of her just yet. 

“Thank you, for being such a good girl” I whisper and she nods. 

“You’re welcome” she breathes and I smile softly and kiss her shoulder and then carefully slide out of her. 

I take her to the bathroom. Clean her up and she lets me set her on the counter and eat her pussy slowly. Cleaning my cum and her blood from her cunt. Making her cum again within minutes. 

When I’m done I put a new tampon in. Then straighten her dress and bring her back to the table and sit her down. I clean up , disposing of the tampon I removed from the floor and cleaning the spot and then washing my hands and coming back to the table. She watches as I rearrange everything back into place before sitting down. 

She doesn’t talk for the rest of dinner. Neither do I. 

“I have to do some work. I’ll be back in a few hours” I tell her and she nods. I know she wants to ask where I’m going. But she doesn’t. And I appreciate it. 

So I kiss her forehead. 

“Clean up. Get some rest.” I say and she nods and begins to clear the table. 

I watch her for a moment , watching her clean up. Knowing I want to watch her do this everyday. To make dinner for her. And have her clear the table and clean up. To make her my wife, to fuck her on the table in the middle of dinner just because I can’t wait until after. To take out my stress and fucked up feelings on her. To fuck her just because. To fuck her because she’s a brat. Fuck her because she’s sweet. Fuck her becuase of her smart mouth or just because she’s too pretty not to fuck any chance I can get. I wanted her to stay forever. But I’m not sure she will. But I’m definitely sure I won’t give her a choice. 

She looks up at me with hands full and smiles. 

“Gonna watch me?” She asks. 

“Always.” I say but then turn and leave.