Page 238 of Wrath

"Is this too much?” he asks. “Too sensitive?"

"No," I moan.

He coats me with more of it. "You sure, angel? You can tell me." He gets on his hands and knees and reaches behind his balls to touch his own hole.

"Might…come too soon," I manage.

"Don't come yet. Hold it off. I'm gonna do something you'll love." He waggles his brows, which looks hilarious with him clutching his big, veiny cock. Then he straddles my abs, facing my legs. I squeeze his slicked-up cheeks, wanting to fucking come from all the perfect pressure inside of me plus the sight of Miller on his knees.

When he takes my dick in his hands, pointing it straight up, and gets in a position like he’s gonna sit on it, my balls give a warm throb.

"God, Mills." I'm already so hot from the plug, I feel like I might come just from this view—my dick pressed against his sweet peach.

"Can you hold your shaft steady?" His voice shakes as he spreads his cheeks. I reach under him to grip my dick.

“I gotchu,” I whisper.

I position my tip against him, gritting my teeth at how bad I need to come already. Mills makes a hoarse sound, and then he starts to sink down on me. I can feel his hole squeeze warm and tight around my tip first. He lets a rough breath out, and I can feel his legs quake. He grunts softly then moans, taking more of me in.

God, it feelsso fucking goodto have him sit on my cock. The tight, hot squeeze of him around my cock plus the pressure in my backdoor have me moaning.

"You okay?" he murmurs.

"Oh yeah." I bend my legs and straighten them, my hand reaching over his thigh to grasp at his dick. It must be pointed straight up, because I can only feel his balls. I stroke his sac, and Miller shudders. Then he sinks down slowly lower, really taking my length, and it feels so good I’m moaning again.

His hand cups my balls, rolling and then tugging. His hand goes to the plug's base, and I feel him push it gently.

It's like lighting through me. My dick throbs inside him, which makes Miller grunt and tremble on me. I rock my hips, and he groans.

"Fuck, did that hurt?"

"No," he moans, squeezing tighter around me. "I'm gonna—"

His hand rubs my balls, and I can feel him stroking his cock. "Oh God."

I lean up so I can tease his balls, finding them drawn up taut. Then I start to rock a little, pushing my cock deeper in him, grabbing hiships, lifting him up and off me. He holds there for a second, his knees trembling, before plunging back down on me.

“Fuck!”

“Oh God…”

We find a rhythm. Mills is sweating, grunting, and I’m shaking from the mind-fuck-level bliss of having something in my hole while feeling his hole stretched around my cock. From knowing that it’sMillertaking me inside him.

He starts rolling my balls, playing more with himself. He's riding me quicker, with a little more force. Every time he sinks down all the way on me, he barks a groan, and I grab for his dick, my fingertips just barely brushing it.

Then he taps the plug again. My cock throbs; fierce pleasure spills all through me. I try to hold back, not sure if he's ready, but he pushes the plug with his palm and I come so hard I yell out as my cock pumps deep into him and his hole spasms around me.

I can feel his muscles quaking as he comes—his warm jizz raining down on my balls.Makes me shiver.

We're both moaning and then laughing as he tries to keep from falling on me. I put my palm on his damp lower back.

"You okay, my Miller?"

"Fuck, I'm gonna die by coming." He tries to get off me, laughing as his legs tremble, and I say, "You could stay here if you wanted."

He caresses my hip. Then he's rising slowly up and off. He turns around to face me, looking wide-eyed, like he's nervous, and I laugh, and he laughs, looking flushed and so cute.

"Well, we did that," he tells me, his blue eyes wide.

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