Page 96 of Wrath

“Lie down, angel.”

His eyes hold mine for a second before he lies on his back, closes them, and lays his hand over his dick.

“Let it out.” I’m grinning. “Look how thin the boxers are. They’re gonna rip.”

He keeps his eyes closed as he works the boxers down his ass—there’s a moment where his dick goesboiinngg—before pulling them down his hair-dusted quads.

“Oh, fuck me. Dude, you’re beautiful. You know that?” I ask.

I grab hold of him, feeling my cock throb at the sight of his monster erection. I drag my palm over his thick tip.

“You could be a model, angel. Every single inch of this is gorgeous.”

I cup under his balls, squeezing gently. Ez lets out a loud moan.

“Tell me that feels good and that I didn’t hurt you,” I whisper.

His hand comes on top of mine, fingers encircling my wrist. He pushes my hand over his dick. He groans, “Good.”

“You wanna get off again? Right here on the family couch?”

I rise up on my kneesa little more and try to suck him from the side. I can’t get the angle right, but I don’t think he notices. Ezra’s panting harder, lifting his hips up to try to help me. I hold his balls, which are feeling tauter, fuller.

“You need to get off, huh?”

He lifts his eyes open and blinks up at me, his lips parted as he pants. I give his cock a long suck.

“Do you know how much I fucking love it when you look at me that way?”

He smiles—just a twitch of his lips.

I decide to climb up on the couch again to suck him off from a better angle, but when I try, he sits up and goes at my pants.

“Got an idea,” he says roughly.

He frees my dick and wraps a hand around it, pulling me toward him by my cock and scooting closer at the same time with his knees spread. I realize with a flash of need that he wants us pressed together.

“Fuck yeah.”

The position is a little awkward, but so worth it. Ezra grabs us both and rubs our long, thick shafts together.

“Feels good,” I rasp.

He wraps both of his hands around us, and my hips start fucking moving. Both of us are thrusting, groaning. He leans up and kisses my chin. Then his hands tighten around the two of us, and we start working toward a rhythm.

Every time he grips our cockheads, rubbing them together, I see stars. His hand works both of our shafts, his dick rubbing against mine a millisecond out of time with his hand’s stroking in a way that nearly blows my damn mind.

He’s only been jerking us for a minute or two when I feel my balls draw up. My junk gets that tight, full, about-to-blow sensation, and I grip his shoulder, bow my head down. His hand comes below my balls and holds them.

“Hey, DG,” he whispers. “You’re about to come for me.”

Then he presses our cockheads together, grips just underneath them, and does something with his two squeezing hands that makes his words come true like magic. I come so hard I’m not aware of anything but so much pleasure that it makes my abs clench and my throat tighten. It moves through me in tight, golden cum waves, leaving me tired enough to fall asleep on top of him after it passes through me. I’m vaguely aware that I came all over his stomach, but I’m too spent to worry.

By the time I open my eyes, I realize I’m probably crushing him. I laugh, trying to find words, and he leans up so he can kiss my throat.

I look down and find his hand still loosely around us. We’re both covered in cum. Our dicks look good together. So good that mine twitches like it wants round two.

Ezra laughs, and his firms up a little bit, too.

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