Page 147 of Wrath

“No.” Ezra laughs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Tonight,” I tell him.

“You’re gonna be sore.”

I grin. “Make it hurt a little.”

He shakes his head like he thinks I’m crazy. Then he frowns down at my abs. “You want a shower?”

“In a second.” I rest my face against his warm chest. “What was it like for you? I want to hear more.”

“Fucking amazing for me too. Seeing your face…feeling you move,” he whispers. “Fuck, so hot. Seeing your dick oozing all over the place. God.” He looks down at himself and laughs; he’s getting hard again. “You were so good, Miller. Total prince.”

He snuggles up to me, and for a second we just lie there like that. “I’m in love with my stepbrother,” I whisper. “We just fucked and it was insane.”

His lips brush my temple. “Make it sound indecent.”

“I like it indecent.”

“What a naughty, naughty Miller.”

“Any time you want me.” I feel downright greedy for more of his dick. The feeling like…I guess it’s feeling helpless. Like I can’t move. Like he’s in me. It was so incredible. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

His finger taps my temple. “Whatcha thinking?”

“How I loved to have you in me. More than I knew, even.”

“Really? You did?”

“Yeah, Ez. I want more.”

I feel sore when we get up and walk together to the shower. Ezra washes me, then kisses me, washes himself, and when I ask him to, he hops out just a minute or two earlier than me so I can clean myself all the way. When I get to my room, he’s got a white FHS Band T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajamas laid out for me. Plus a pair of sky blue boxer briefs and a donut.

He’s sitting on the foot of my bed, looking hot as all hell in a pair of gray sweatpants, his damp hair hanging over his forehead and a small smile on his lips. I launch myself at him, giving him a tackle hug, and after I start, I can’t stop. I’m covering him like a blanket.

“Don’t you want your donut?” he whispers against my cheek.

“I want you.”

He grins. “You’re insane.”

“For that dick.”

He wraps me up. He kisses the scar on my forehead. “Josh Miller. You just got your cherry popped. How does it feel?”

He rubs my ass, which gets me even harder than I am already.

“Let’s do it again now. Pretty fucking please?”

Ezra

I lube him up again, and push inside again, and make him come again—this time using all the things I learned from last time to make sure it happens fast. I come half a second after he does, and I love how Miller moans as my dick throbs inside him. Afterward, after I draw out, he looks dazed.

“You okay?”

He gives me a big, drunk-looking grin. “So good.”

We get in the shower again, laughing as we wash with get-your-dick-up soap—again.

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