Page 240 of Wrath

“Do it now, Mills,” he begs. “I’m gonna shut my eyes and think about interceptions. I’m so close…”

He’s right—he is close. His knees are drawn up, all his muscles taut as I work the plug out of him and press some lube into him with my fingers.

"You gotta really relax for me, angel. Remember I love you and I'm about to make you feel amazing. You sure it'll be okay?"

"Yeah. Fuck me, dude. I want it.”

He looks beyond sexy, so damn turned on for me.

I rub my cockhead over his hole, smearing the slick lube. "I can't wait to feel you on the inside. Make you feel good. If it hurts, just tell me, and I'll come out."

"'S not gonna hurt, Mills. C'mon. Let me have it." He laughs, sounding hoarse.

I hold his hip and rub my cockhead over his hole one more time, feeling shocked that we’re about to do this. I’m about to feel him from the inside.

“Okay,” I whisper. His hand strokes my knee. And then I push—as firm and steady as I can without forcing. Ezra’s body trembles, and he breathes deep as the tip of my cock disappears into his tight heat. He shuts his eyes and spreads his knees. “Mills…deeper."

I push in slowly, inch by steady, careful inch, until I've got him stuffed and stretched, and Ezra gives a hoarse moan. I’m surprised when he shifts his hips. He groans, his legs quaking slightly. "Oh God, Mills. I'm gonna—Goddamn!”

His cockhead spurts a stream of precum, and it’s so erotic that I feel my dick throb deep inside him.

I run my fingertips down his shaft, smearing the hot liquid, and he gives another rough moan.

“Look at you,” Imurmur. “Big dick leaking cause you’ve got a big dick stuffing your hole.”

I can see my words hit his brain. His face goes slack, his lips part, and he shifts on my cock—maybe asking for more. I roll my hips, pushing deeper into him, and his hole clenches around me.

“Oh God!”

“That’s right, baby. You feel so good.” I pull out just a little and push back in, and his legs flex, his chest pumps as he whimpers and his legs writhe.

“Feels good, huh?” I whisper. “Like something’s coming at you two ways.” I grip his shaft as my balls draw up, so damn ready. I give his cock a few light strokes, and more cum spills out.

“Aaaghh…Mills.”

I stroke him again, slow and careful. Then I draw a little out. I look at his face, at his beautiful face, so wasted and flushed. I thumb his fat tip, punch my cock into him.

And he comes. He fucking blows, and it shoots everywhere, and seeing his face rapt with pleasure makes me come inside him. Holy fuck, I'm coming inside Ezra. His hand grips my knee, fingers damp and shaking. He groans almost like it hurts—and he slurs, “So warm.” He laughs, eyes shut.

“Oh yeah…” I stroke his hip gently. He’s full of my cum now. “You like that?”

“Oh, Jesus.” He bends his legs at the knees, abs clenching. "That was—fucking crazy." His voice is this sexy tremble.

"You good, angel?"

“Fuck yeah.” He’s still groaning. His cock’s still hard.

“You like that,” I whisper. “Being the taker?”

He shudders, and when his eyes find mine, his face is so flushed. “Yeah. Oh God. It still…feels—”

“Is it sore? Let me come out.”

He skates a fingertip through the cum on his abs. “It feels good.”He wipes cum off his cockhead, pushing himself to me like he wants to feel stuffed again.

“Oh, angel. This is the hottest thing…”

He looks embarrassed, even as he’s sort of smiling. He looks strained, exhausted. Well-fucked.

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