Page 144 of Wrath

“Just a whole bunch of everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He snorts, and I laugh. Mission accomplished.

“I like to see you eating,” I say.

“What about you eating?” He hands me a donut, and I smirk down at it.

“No donuts for me.” My eyes flicker to his as my cheeks sting with heat, and I rasp, “Just one extra-large dick in my ass.”

“Oh God, dude. I’m gonna come driving the car.” His eyes move back to mine. “You serious?” His voice drops an octave. “You’re gonna let me— You want it?”

“Um, yeah dude.” I give him an awkward look, and he squeezes my hand.

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you. I’ll be careful. God” —he laughs—“I swear I’m gonna come. I want to be in there. But you can still change your mind.”

I give him a nervous smile. “I know.”

“I’m okay with what we’re doing. More than okay. I love putting my fingers in you. It’s more than enough.”

I look at him, widening my eyes. “Do you want to do it?”

“Yes,” he whispers. He reaches down and cups his bulge, which is straining against his pants. “I just want it to be good for you.”

I’ve been reading about this for a week, and I’ve been prepping.

“I want it,” I tell him. “When we do the sixty-nine thing…it feels so good. With your fingers. And your mouth.” I laugh.

I want to take his dick. See what it feels like with that big, soft cockhead pressed against my prostate. Makes me wanna come just thinking of it.

“Fuck, Mills. When we get back, just do whatever you need. We can do it. Then you can eat. I don’t want you not to eat because of me.”

“I’m eating. Just not donuts.” I smirk.

“Fuck. To think of you wanting it.” He rubs at himself as he turns into the driveway. “I’m gonna go crazy waiting.”

“I’ll be fast.”

It feels weird, doing the prep things I read online—but it goes okay. I look in the mirror when I’m finished. My dick’s hard just thinking that I’m about to go downstairs in just my briefs and let him know it’s time to come up to the bedroom.

I go out my door and Ezra is there waiting, sitting in the hall up at the top of the stairs.

He gets up, taking my hand. “You still feelin’ it? Because it’s okay if—”

“Yeah.” I laugh, and he wraps an arm around me, kissing my forehead. “Let’s start with sixty-nine…with your hand,” I say.

“I’ve got a plan for you,” he tells me, grinning wickedly.

We get on our sides, and he starts finger-stuffing me, with a lot of lube. He sucks me slow and light, I guess so I won’t come. He works lots of lube into me—so much that I can feel its weight inside me, cool and so soft.

Then he pushes fingers in. It feels full, I can’t help groaning.

“Three,” he whispers.

“Ahh God.” He hits my prostate, and my body bucks and shivers.

When I’m feeling warm and worked up, like I just might come before he gets his dick in, Ezra shifts me onto my back. He spread my knees, moves between them, and takes his dick in his hand, casually stroking as his eyes find mine.

“You want me to use a condom?” he asks softly.

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