Page 146 of Wrath

“More,” I gasp out.

He rolls his hips now, moving in me in a way—

It makes me shudder, and he draws out so, so slowly.

“Love you,” he rasps.

He comes in with one firm, steady stroke, making me see stars. My legs jerk and my cock throbs even as it’s stinging where he’s in me. It feels better…on the inside. I bend my legs, wanting…I don’t know what. Chills move over my skin.

Then he’s pulling slowly out…and pushing back in.

“Ahhhh…FUCK.”

“You okay?”

There’s this heavy pressure in me…like someone’s blowing up a balloon. It’s not in my dick…but then it sort ofis, too.

“Feels…amazing.” My voice quivers.

He draws out again partway, and when he pushes back in, it hits me so it zings through my cock. As if he knows, his hand comes down and lightly strokes me.

He groans, low and raspy, as he grinds his hips a little, making his cockhead rub—

I yell out, “Fuck!”

That’s gotta be my prostate. Something hot and rich, like molten gold, moves through me.

Ezra grips my dick at its base, drags his hand up, tickling his fingertips over my cockhead as his big dick pushes and prods me from the inside.

His palm cups me. “Lots of leaking,” he whispers.

He strokes me lightly, rocking deep inside me, and I feel a stream of pre-cum slide down my shaft.

“That’s right, Millsy. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Then his cock moves in me again, its tip dragging right where it makes everything feel so good.

I come with a fierce, whole-body shudder, as bliss spins all through me, lighting up my dick and belly and then all of me, so intense I nearly black the fuck out. I hear Ezra grunt, and then I feel a slight thump before I’m filled with his warm cum.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

“No. Amazing,” I breathe. “Felt…amazing.”

He draws out slowly—a weird feeling—and lies down beside me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him. His lips brush my forehead.

“Are you sore?” he whispers. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really. It’s…warm.” My face burns as I say that.

“God, that gets me so hot.” He kisses my lips—once, then twice. He presses his cheek to mine. “Did it hurt much?”

“A little at first, but then it felt so good. Like…indecently good. Think I understand why that’s a sin.”

He hugs me again. “For me too. So fucking warm and soft and tight. I could do that over and over.”

“You want to do it again?” I ask.

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