Chapter 4: Ezra Barlowe

Just when Shannon thought she'd gone back from heaven to earth to regain her senses, Ezra reignited the fire within her. His touch set her body ablaze, making her feel like she was burning from the inside out. He was simply insatiable.

Ezra unzipped his pants with one hand while he continuously kneaded the underside of Shannon’s breast and kissed her sensually, sucking and nipping anything that his mouth could reach. Shannon who lacked sexual experience didn’t know what to do and where to touch him, all she could do was mimic his movements as tiny moans escaped from her mouth for every electrifying touch on her body’s sensitive parts. When Ezra finally discarded his pants, leaving him only in his boxers, his member pressed eagerly against the thin cotton fabric, creating a tent-like bulge below his belly. Suddenly, he stopped everything he was doing and intently stared at Shannon who was left yearning for more.

“I’m asking you one last time, are you sure you want this?” Ezra asked, not really wanting to stop and praying that Shannon felt the same. 

In the stillness of the moment, he slowly pulled down his underpants and revealed his manhood to her. It was long and boasted a considerable girth, causing Shannon to gasp in astonishment. It was her first time seeing a man's genitals, and she never imagined they could be this large. Her face looked anxious, which Ezra interpreted as a sign that she might not want to proceed.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked worriedly because he would do anything for her just to continue.

“I’m worried it won’t fit.” Shannon looked up at him as she bit her lower lip looking nervous. 

“I’ll make sure it would. It might hurt at first but I promise to make it bearable for you that you’ll forget the pain.” He assured her.

Shannon reached up to touch his cock and as soon as her fingers touched its head, clear liquid started to ooze out its tip. 

“You don’t even realize you’ve been teasing me so much these past few days, it’s been utterly unbearable,” Ezra muttered as he swiftly caught both of her hands and raised them, pinning them on top of her head as he dove to kiss her passionately for the third time that evening. His other hand trailed down her neck, grazing over her breast before continuing lower, skimming across her flat stomach until it came to rest on her thigh. He carefully coaxed her to open her legs so he could reach back down to her soft, protruding folds, still wet and dripping from her previous orgasm.

He slowly inserted his index and middle fingers, carefully swirling them around inside her, while his thumb rubbed her clit in circular motions, eliciting a deep moan from Shannon as the heat in her groin intensified. She grew wetter by the second, caught off guard when Ezra surprised her by inserting one more finger, and then another. With four digits slowly pumping in and out of her, he worked to dilate her wet and moist entrance, helping her adjust so that penetrating her wouldn’t be too painful.

When Ezra felt that she was ready, he took hold of his member and guided its head to replace his fingers, hastily moving it closer to her hole. With gentle circular motions, he teased the entrance of her folds with the head of his c*ck, coaxing her lower lips to part for him. Slowly, he penetrated her moist slit, revealing signs that this was indeed her first time.

Shannon gasped, tears immediately welling up in the corners of her eyes. Still, she endured the lacerating ache between her thighs knowing it was different from the kind of pain she was accustomed to. The aching twinge was mixed with an overwhelming wave of pleasure, as though it was breaking her apart but at the same time driving her insane with intoxicating passion and desire. 

Ezra felt Shannon go rigid as soon as his huge member had gone past her lower lips. He had only burrowed an inch of himself in her and yet silent tears started streaming down her face. He knew she was in pain, and he desperately wanted to ease it as much as he could. But his very own desires waged war within him, torn between claiming her fast and hard and at the same time taking everything slow for her sake. So he drew in a long breath drawing out his banked self-control by stopping himself and waiting for Shannon to relax her body. 

He reached out to her face and wiped the tears away when her face turned to his, her eyes glassy from her tears. His hand cascaded down to her belly and carefully kneaded her flat stomach, enticing her to relax her core. When she finally did, his hand crept on top of her mound, looking for that tiny sensitive bead he’s mouth has been sucking on earlier and when his thumb finally found it, he started fondling it up and down sensually creating another wave of electrifying energy inside Shannon’s groin. As soon as her body started spasming involuntarily, Ezra knew she was reaching the peak of her pleasure so he began pushing his member through her entrance deeper and deeper making Shannon scream in exhilaration until another bout of body fluids came gushing at the sides of Ezra’s c*ck, spilling on the sheets and creating a small puddle of womanly juice tinged with blood which was quickly absorbed by the bed sheets. He was letting her cum while he was still inside, her wetness just amplified his lust and he started to move inside her in a circular motion making Shannon feel him more at his full length.

Ezra gently lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder as he started pumping and grinding his long member into her tight walls. This new angle set another new sensation for Shannon, tapping on another dam inside her, waiting to break. Although she had just experienced her second orgasm moments ago, Ezra was intentionally trying to bring her to climax for the third time. Shannon didn’t know that Ezra has been grinding his member inside of her with so much concentration so he wouldn’t explode so quickly since it had been a long time since he had been with another woman intimately, and he was determined to make Shannon experience as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to hear her scream his name and lose herself in ecstasy as he drove her to the brink of frenzy.

He could feel her insides spasming, ready for another flood to come out from within her. Ezra continued to penetrate her slowly, sliding in and out, in and out, until he shifted her legs higher, intensifying the sensation. Shannon's core shook with anticipation, on the brink of exploding. As soon as Ezra felt the tremors building within her, he began to steadily f*ck Shannon, allowing her to match his rhythm. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, torsos colliding with lewd smacking noises, Shannon's swollen folds gripping Ezra's c*ck tightly as she cried out his name in pleasure.

"Let me know when you're about to come," Ezra said, his voice strained as he struggled to control his own urge to release his seed before her. He reached out to her neglected breasts, sucking on their pink teats, emitting lewd sucking noises that further aroused Shannon.

As Shannon's insides began to shake and squeeze around Ezra's massive member, she grabbed his head and let out a loud moan, "Ezra... I'm about to come! I'm coming!!!" She screamed in ecstasy, clinging to him tightly as another wave of pleasure washed over her, accompanied by a rush of fluids escaping from her depths and soaking the bed once more.

Shannon's orgasm unleashed Ezra's carnal instincts, and as soon as she reached her peak, he intensified his movements. He f*cked her harder and faster with each thrust, his body sliding in and out of hers relentlessly. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he began to groan loudly in ecstasy.

“Shannon! I’m coming!!!” He cried out as he began to move out of rhythm, leaving Shannon bewildered as he raised both of her legs up to her shoulders and continued to thrust his member furiously inside her. It was as if he was chasing something just out of reach. When he finally reached his peak, he quickly withdrew his member from her, grabbing her hand to pump his shaft until his own fluids spurted out, splattering them across Shannon's chest who was stunned by what had just unfolded before her.

Ezra collapsed on Shannon, not even bothered by the mess between them. He leaned in for a long, passionate kiss. Pulling back, he grinned at her and said casually, "You were amazing."

It was the first time that Shannon saw him smile and it was so radiant that she almost forgot how to breathe. She definitely wants to see that again.

After the intense physical contact both of them had, Ezra carried Shannon into the bathtub and both of them scrubbed each other to clean themselves off. 

As they sat in the bath, allowing the warm water to soothe their bodies, Ezra's hand kept drifting downward, finding its way between Shannon's thighs. She leaned back against him, her back resting against his chest, making it easy for his hand to explore her smooth mound and swollen lips below. As his member began to recover, it bulged and pressed against Shannon's lower back. Unable to resist, Ezra continued to caress her intimate area, unable to get enough of the sensation.

“Do you shave down here?” Ezra asked out of curiosity.

“I have never shaved before,” Shannon replied huskily as she squirmed beneath Ezra’s touch.

“Amazing… you mean this is all-natural. You’re so smooth and soft.” He started to whisper behind her ears and started to insert two fingers inside her hole when Shannon yelped in pain, her hands splashing the water in surprise.

This took Ezra off guard, making him remember what happened earlier was her first time. He has simply wrecked her and forgot that she needs room to recover. He chuckled to himself trying to calm himself down. This has been a first for him too, that is to contain such an insatiable desire to have sex but unable to fulfill his craving. 

“I forgot you need time to recover.” He was smiling behind her and ended up nipping on her shoulder resisting the urge to pin her right there and then to enter her from behind. 

“I’m sorry I lack experience,” Shannon muttered shyly. 

“Don’t be, I’m sure you’ll catch up in no time.” He teased her some more before standing up to carry her out of the tub. Her feet still had blisters and it might still be too painful for her to walk that he took the liberty of carrying her around.

Truth is, for an inexplicable reason he just wanted to be closer to her in any way he could.

***

Ezra brought Shannon into his room instead of returning to the guest room where she had been staying for the past few days. The sheets in that room were already soiled, he’ll have to wait for the maid to take care of that tomorrow. He was too lazy to change them tonight, all he wanted to do was sink in his bed and hold Shannon in his arm like what he was doing right now.

She slept quietly in his arms, resembling that of an angel, ethereal looking and radiant. Wrapped in an oversized white cotton shirt —one of his own, she wore nothing underneath. He had asked his personal assistant to fetch all the stuff a woman might require—clothes, undies, and whatnot—but none of it had arrived yet. Normally, his assistant Kayden Sinclair was swift in his tasks, but since Ezra was supposed to be on a "alone-time" vacation, he naturally insisted Kayden take a break too. Since he couldn’t have random delivery guys access to his house, the stuff that he has requested will be arriving tomorrow along with Kayden who will be delivering them straight from the airport.

He's always been the cautious type. Apart from Kayden and Noah, nobody else gets near his place. Not even his bandmates in the music industry know where he truly lives. He has set up a dummy house where he acts like he's heading home or when he's trying to dodge the paparazzi tailing him. It's also where his bandmates usually hang out since it’s near the company premises and studio they are signed with. Luckily, they know enough to give him his space and not pry into his business too much.

The mansion he’s currently living in belongs to the famous Ashfield family, which he now owns because he's the sole heir to the family fortune. While Ezra is a gifted man, not just physically—this includes mentally and financially. His IQ is 192, a genius when it comes to music and everything else. He simply decided to focus his strength on music because he wanted to. That’s why he is one of the best top charting and in-demand rockstar artists in the world. Despite his wealth, he never used the Ashfield family name to become famous or gain connections. He was determined to safeguard the hidden truth that he was the son of Amethyst and Elijah Ashfield, a power couple at the heart of the entertainment industry. 

Calling them simply as “artists” would be selling them short because they are way more than that. They were not just creating music—they were calling the shots from closed curtains for they wielded considerable influence as major stakeholders in entertainment companies nationwide and held significant shares globally. Ezra’s parents were not simply part of the scene—they were the ones pulling the strings within the world of music that’s why they were legendary for a reason. On another note, the Ashfields’ lineage alone had long been pillars of the entertainment business, orchestrating the industry behind the scenes for generations. It was also rumored that they were able to do so because their family was deeply rooted in the European Mafia. Which is a fact. It is one of the biggest reasons for the family's wealth and power which was naturally passed on to Ezra. With their vast resources, the Ashfields could truly move mountains within the music business and the underground world at will. Ezra is not only a genius but a blend of conglomerate and mafia royalty. 

He inherited the Ashfields assets and legacy after his parents died in a car accident at the age of sixteen. His mother’s sister, Taylor Barlowe, who was only twenty-three back then, stepped in to raise him. He adored his aunt—a fierce woman with big ideas. She was all about breaking the mold, a true artist who lived and breathed art, never one to follow the crowd. That's why she raised him without shackling him to the Ashfield name. She let him carve his path, call the shots, and learn from his own mistakes. And that’s the reason why he chose the surname, Barlowe, so he can hide the fact that he’s a mafia-billionaire.

The phone vibrated cutting off Ezra's trail of thoughts, the screening showing Noah’s caller ID. He slowly removed his arm from under Shannon trying not to wake her up with his movement. He got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and quietly walked out of the room.

“Hey Noah, any news?”

“Ezra, I sent information through your email regarding Shannon Christensen. As a short recap, she's the daughter of the late Nicholas Christensen, the founder of the Christensen Corporation. He died in a car crash around ten years ago, he left everything to his daughter even though he married his secretary Clarrise Hillborne who had a daughter before the marriage, named Karina. According to the information Shannon has been studying in a boarding school in Australia for the past ten years and she's yet to return to the country.” 

"Are you absolutely certain about this information?" Noah asked, his bewilderment evident.

If Noah’s report is true, who the hell is the woman he just slept with last night?

"These are just preliminary findings I gathered last night. Should I hire a private investigator?" Noah inquired.

"Yes, do it. I want results within twenty-four hours. And make sure they look into James Sycamore and where he's been," Ezra instructed.

"Understood. I'll provide an update as soon as possible."

The phone fell silent, the screen lingering for three seconds before shutting off.

Ezra's brow furrowed in disbelief as he stared at his phone, suspicion gnawing at him. With a shake of his head and a deep breath, he pushed the unsettling thoughts aside and made his way to his office to check his mail. After reading through all the information Noah had sent, he couldn't help but release an exasperated sigh. According to the reports, Shannon was supposed to have been residing in Sydney, Australia for the past decade after her father's passing. If what he had just read and heard was accurate, the woman he had been intimate with had been deceiving him about her identity.

For someone who had been cautious his entire life, this revelation served as a severe wake-up call. He realized he could never be too sure about his safety and privacy. After digesting all this unsettling information, he found himself unable to face the woman who lay soundly asleep in his bed, in his own room. He wasn't sure if he felt disgusted at her deception or angry at himself for letting his guard down after years of vigilance.

He had allowed a stranger into his life without truly knowing who she was.