Page 89 of Wrath

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt: a whole-body spasm that rocks me so hard it’s like blacking out as bliss moves through me in a tight, hot, wave that loosens and tingles and then rolls back over again. I don’t even realize that I’m coming in his mouth until I feel him swallowing, and then I open my eyes.

He’s got an arm wrapped around my thigh, and I can see his ribcage moving as he sucks air in through his nose. After a minute, he eases me out of his mouth. His lips brush my tip and then I hear him panting.

Above me, his dick is looking longer, stiffer, pointing almost parallel with his abs despite the tug of gravity. His balls are drawn up nice and taut. I reach up and cup them, and he lets out a loud groan.

“Let me make you come now…”

He doesn’t move, so I tease the insideof his thigh with just a fingertip, and his whole body shudders.

“Miller,” he groans.

He kisses my shaft and then rolls off me, lying on his back in the grass. With his dick jutting up and his cheeks flushed and his lips all swollen red, he looks like the patron saint of secret fucks. He looks young as he peers up at me with dazed eyes. I’m grinning as I crawl atop him, cupping his face.

“Hey, angel.” I drag my palm over his throat. I kiss his Adam’s apple, then his chin and jaw and finally his lips. I kiss him deep, with tongue, and taste myself, which makes my stomach do a weird twist.

Ezra likes it. He seems to like my kissing, so I must be doing okay. He grabs onto my head, holding me in place gently, taking it deeper. It’s like last time: fast and hard and desperate, like he knows that one of us will die in half an hour and he’s going to use every second.

When he’s breathing so hard and fast that he can only cup my cheek and lean his forehead against my jaw, he whispers, “It hurts.”

“Your dick hurts?”

I can feel him reaching down to hold himself.

“I’ll jerk off,” he says in a voice that trembles.

“Fuck no. Are you kidding me?” I kiss his cheek, his lips, and look into his lust-glazed eyes. “I want nothing more. I want to suck you off, angel. Make you feel good.”

I reach down between us, wrap my hand around his thick tip.

“I’m not…an angel.” The words are little shivers as I smear his precum around.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” I drop a kiss on his pec and then crawl down him, settling atop his thick quads.

“Someone’s looking cut as fuck,” I murmur, tracing a line of muscle.

He’s so amped up, the light touch makes him shiver. He moans, and I lean down to lap at his cockhead. BeforeI start, I look up at him. “Just gonna do a little licking here… Popsicle style.”

He grunts as I gather his big balls in my palm and give him a long lick along the underside of his cock.

“Christ.” His hands reach for my head as I lean away, giving him a grin.

“Relax, angel. Shut your eyes and let me show you how good you are.”

He can’t relax. I guess he’s been on the verge of coming for a while, and now his balls are firmed up and his dick is leaking like a sieve. He’s so desperate, he rocks his hips and bounces his big, veiny cock until I close my mouth around him. Then he grips my head and pushes partway into my mouth.

“Mills.” It’s a whimper.

I pull off and whisper, “Don’t worry. I’m about to suck you good and let you come. Close your eyes and give it to me. I want all of it.”

I lick all up and down him. Then I suck his head back into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. He’s so big, I’m not sure how I’ll get more of his dick than just this into my mouth. I stretch my jaw as wide as I can just to take the top half of him. I tease the rim of him with my tongue, try to stuff the tip of it into his little leaking slit, and when he comes up off the ground for that, I take him as deep as I can, gagging as he whimpers “fuck” and tries to jerk out of my mouth.

I’m so surprised, I almost lose hold of him, but my hand grabs him near his base. I tighten my grip and gobble him back down, so when his cock throbs and he gives a low shout, all his hot, thick cum sprays right down my throat. I shut my eyes and find a rhythm with the swallowing, noticing as I do that his entire lower half is quaking.

When I’ve drained him dry, I lick around him, kissing him once more along a big, beautiful vein before I lift my head to give him a grin.

There’s an arm over his face. He’s breathing hard and fast.

“You okay?”

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