Page 145 of Wrath

“Do you think you should?” I swallow.

“I’ve been tested. Not that I’ve done this,” he says, reaching down to roll my balls in his warm palm. “But it was negative.”

“Can we do it like this?” I whisper.

“Yeah. I want to see your face, Mills. Make sure you’re feeling good.”

His eyes go heavy lidded as he props a pillow under my hips.

“Look at that thicc ass.” He gives it a gentle squeeze. Then he nudges my balls aside, gives my dick a slow, firm stroke, and starts to rub his cockhead over where I’m all lubed up. The sensation of him rubbing there…

I’m panting.

He starts pushing at me—just a little, just a preview—followed by more rubbing.

“You good, DG? You sure, still?”

I hold his gaze. “I want it.”

“You nervous? I got like a fourth of a Xanax for you.”

“I’m not nervous.” I shut my eyes, and his cockhead pushes so hard that I think he’s coming inside, and I relax for him.

“When I come in, be sure to breathe deep and keep your lower body relaxed,” he tells me. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna come in fast. I’m gonna go a half inch at a time. And if it feels too much, you’ll tell me. Promise?”

“Promise.”

“You want some liquor first?”

“No.” I laugh. “I want to feel you. I can take you.”

He rubs on me, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth. “God, Mills.” He strokes my thigh. He lubes his cock up one more time and looks into my eyes again.

I can’t help a nervous laugh.

“Okay,” he whispers, rubbing at me.

I shut my eyes. “Now, Ez.”

He pushes harder…harder. I pull air into my lungs, relaxing instead of tensing. Then he’s pushing in. I’m stretching open—oh fuck, don’t tense up—and it stings.

I moan as he pushes deeper, stretching me more. His thick tip is in me and it feels…so weird.Full. My breath shudders, and I look up at him, finding Ezra open-mouthed and panting.

“More,” I moan, shutting my eyes.

I focus on relaxing…breathing through the stretching sting. And then he’s pushing even deeper. Filling me till I’m stuffed. It feels—

“OoohGod.”

“You okay?” I can feel his body shaking. “Almost got it all.”

I nod, reaching down to brush my fingertips over his leg. “Keep coming.”

He rocks his hips, thrusting in so deep my dick throbs; sweat pops out on my skin, and I can’t help a moan.

“There, Millsy. You’ve got it all.”

He shifts a little, and I start to feel heat building in my cheeks, and pressure in my cock and balls. He shifts his weight again, pushing deeper. I shiver, my toes curling.

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