Page 60 of Zero Happily Ever Afters

“Sort of the plan.” Milo ran his tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip, massaging the head with a delicate swirl.

I grunted, reaching out and gripping his head. Unable to contain myself, I thrusted upward, shoving my cock further and further as my hands worked to steadily push Milo’s head down onto my dick. It felt amazing, his warm mouth, the way he gagged and gurgled as his throat muscles adjusted. I enveloped his entire mouth, face fucking him.

Before I realized it, Milo had lifted us off the bed with each thrust of my hips. He’d cupped his hands around my ass cheeks, pushing me further and faster while he choked on my dick. We spun in this motion for minutes, me pounding away, Milo keeping a steady stance midair, the two of us twirling round and round, the only thing holding us together being my dick buried deep in Milo’s throat. Well, that and the telekinesis he used to control our movement.

Candles lined the room, decoratively placed. I hadn’t noticed them at first, but now as my lighter floated from one to the next under Milo’s telekinetic guidance, I fucking noticed. He dimmed the lights. He adjusted pillows, seamlessly moving us in a slowly descending circular motion as his lubed fingers entered me.

“Fuck.” I grunted, realizing he’d grabbed lube too while giving me the best fucking blowjob. “Seriously, the technique.”

“So, we’re done chatting about important world-ending stakes? Good—” Milo gulped, taking in air and choking on the head of my dick that prodded his throat.

“That’s what you get for making jokes.” I stifled a chuckle.

The gentle descent faded. Milo pulled away as I collapsed onto his bed, bouncing a bit before his rough collision on top of me held me down and pinned me in place.

“Someone’s feeling energetic.”

“You’ve got nofuckingidea.” Milo grinned, kissing me roughly, biting my lower lip as his hands wrapped my legs around his waist. “But I’m gonna give a fewfuckingclues.”

“You need better puns,” I whispered, nibbling on his earlobe and pulling it with my teeth.

Milo slammed his cock into me. He attempted to ram the full length in at once, filled with a primal hunger for my ass. But I clenched at the suddenness, and he stopped, waiting a few breaths before pushing all the way inside me. Each stroke became swifter as he worked his way into my hole. I yelped before biting down on his shoulder.

“All I need is you.” He held the entire length of his shaft inside me, allowing me a chance to adjust.

After my bite had lessened, after my muffled whines had stopped, after my tight grip on his biceps had eased, Milo began pumping in and out of me. Slow and steady, he took long thrusts from tip to base.

I moaned, unable to stop. Each stroke made my own cock throb harder. Precum dripped onto my stomach. Milo pounded faster and harder, releasing the weight of the world from his shoulders as he took powerful strokes to bury all of his stress into me. I could take it. I could carry the world for him; I could offer a reprieve from saving everyone. I wanted Milo to use me, find comfort in me, offer his all to me.

“More.” I trembled, twisting my face away and biting on the blanket.

Milo continued, barreling into me with full force. Each thrust fucked a piece of everything else away from me. My job didn’t exist as Milo railed me. The thoughts nearby faded to utter silence as I pressed my hands to Milo’s chest, easing his rough pace. Visions that rattled in my head calmed to nothingness while Milo heeded my guidance and adjusted his pace. Everything except for Milo vanished, and I clenched my teeth, trying to fight back the climax he brought me to the precipice of.

“Not yet.” Milo snatched me by the nape of my neck and pulled me up before tossing me back onto the bed like a ragdoll.

Just as I thought I’d cum, Milo had switched positions. He moved me everywhere on the bed, on the floor, against the walls, floating in his embrace. Position after position to satisfy his cock. This continued for some time. Every second brought me close to finishing, feeling the release, but then Milo would pause, change his pace, move somewhere new to pound me, or do something, anything to bring me right to the edge before taking it all away.

“Told you we had real work to do,” he whispered into my ear with a growl before biting my neck.

He kept me pinned beneath him, teeth on my nape, and his arms folded over my back to deepen my arched position as he grunted, taking swift thrusts.

I lay there as he rammed me, sinking into the rhythmic sound of our skin slapping again and again.

Milo spun me around. No telekinesis, just a furious need to pick me up and drop me onto his dick while he pounded up into me. I gasped as I adjusted, straddling Milo, who lay flat before desire consumed him, and he moved to meet me. His lips met mine, kissing and licking and savoring the audible whimpersI released as he continued thrusting while guiding my hips to push me further onto his cock.

He rolled us onto our sides, hugging me tightly as he kept going. Our sticky bodies clung together by the sweet sweat of screwing. Fuck. I never wanted it to end, but goddamn every muscle ached, my dick throbbed.

“Milo…” I stared at him, glossy-eyed and tired. “I’m ready.”

“Okay.” He nodded, moving on top of me and moving at a pace that brought him right to the edge of cumming.

Then he pushed his cock all the way in and came. Pressing his forehead to mine, his face twisted into delirious pleasure; his jaw stretched as he exhaled ecstasy. I took wispy breaths as he panted, exhaling his satisfaction. It brought me closer, each breath we shared, each tiny inhale of Milo’s release.

“Take it.” Milo continued his twitchy thrusts into me as he finished, burying his load deep inside me.

I moaned in response, grabbing his back and steadying his shaky strokes. I shuddered, warm and tingling, as my entire body quaked beneath Milo. I busted, shooting my load over both our chests and stomachs.

With that, Milo collapsed on top of me, his mind working diligently inside my inner core, which added to his exhaustion. He hadn’t rested in weeks, not truly.

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