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I don't hold back, I scream his name when I feel his mouth leave me with a loud pop and his fingers retreat from my body. Looking back down at him over my pecs, I only get a tiny moment to see his slick hand rub over his cock. He must have shed his boxers at some point while he was fucking me with his fingers but I was so damn lost in sensation that I didn’t even notice.
“Don’t you dare scream at me unless you’re coming on my cock, you brat.” With a stern tone and narrowed eyes, Ezekiel surges forward, plunging all of himself into my ass.
At this moment I’m beyond thankful that Ezekiel took his time with me. There’s no unpleasant stretch or sting, just a pleasurable sensation that is bringing tears to my eyes. He stays still within me for a few seconds, his eyes tightly closed as his body fucking shakes against mine. I want him to use me, claim me in a way no one ever has before.
I reach my hand up to his face, cupping his jaw and brushing my thumb gently against his cheekbone. Ezekiel slowly opens hiseyes. His face fights between the slack of relief and the tension of our joined bodies.
We are connected in every way and the tears I feel slide down the sides of my face aren’t only from the relief of having him inside of me. “Make me yours, Sir.”
Ezekiel’s lips meet mine as he retreats, only to thrust back in so roughly it makes the bed shake. One of his hands settles on the bed by the side of my head, while the other wraps around my throat possessively. He peers down at me. His grin is feral and I know he is loving the sweet devastation he sees on my face.
“Youaremine, Aleksander,” Ezekiel snarls.
His hand tightens around my throat while his thrusts become faster and more primal. The bed is rocking and I press my feet against the mattress so I can meet him thrust for thrust. His cock is filling my ass over and over in a searing, wet slide and his sweat—slick abdomen provides all the friction my cock needs.
I’m seconds from spilling my cum between us.
“I want you to come, please. I need you to fill me, Sir,” I whine. Fresh tears leaking from my eyes as I do my damn best to hold back my orgasm.
Ezekiel responds by gripping my throat tighter, using the hold to pull me downward as he thrusts up into me.
“Take my cum like the good little slut you are.” Ezekiel completely cages me with his body, every inch of him presses against every inch of me and it gives me the last bit of friction to come against his stomach while I scream his name. My head hits the mattress with a thud and my hips buck against him in the aftershocks of my release.
The intensity of it all and Ezekiel’s continued use of my body leaves me feeling weightless as black spots move around my eyes.
A few thrusts later, I hear Ezekiel grunt his release inside of me. The sensation of his cum leaking from my ass is heightened,the heat of our union marking me in all ways possible. I realize then that I must have closed my eyes from exhaustion at some point. My body is limp and languid as he settles on top of me. My bigger form easily takes his weight and I wrap my arms around him to really appreciate the afterglow.
Our chests move together as we lay wordlessly and catch our breath. There’s a sticky mess between us and it’s uncomfortably hot but I need this. I want to feel Ezekiel’s body relax into my hold, knowing I did that for him. I want to feel his arms wrapped around me like I’m precious to him. I want everything Ezekiel has to give and I want to give him everything I am in return.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
EZEKIEL
Daddy issues.
Waking up wrapped in Alek’s powerful arms is something I have grown accustomed to, though I have only spent the night a handful of times. His soft breaths tickle the back of my neck and his chest is pressed delicately against my back as he holds me as close as he can, even in his sleep.
His arms around me are a blur as I peer down at the tangle of our limbs. Never have I slept so utterly unconcerned about my personal space. I choose to laze in the too—warm embrace of our bodies.
Trying to decipher the time based on the small amount of morning light proves infeasible, so I scan around the room for my phone and glasses. I find my personal belongings set neatly on his nightstand beside me. I cannot recall taking off my glasses after our lovemaking, nor do I recall cleaning them until they nearly sparkle in the streaks of light sneaking past Alek’s closed curtains.
Once I had gently cleaned Alek up and assisted in a quick change of his sheets, I only remember the feeling of holding him against my chest as I peppered kisses on his face and sang him praise. I must have drifted off with him in my arms but I distinctly remember my vision was clear as I was admiring the pout of his lips peeking over the bridge of his nose.
He must have taken them off of me after I fell asleep. I smile at Alek’s attentive nature and suddenly, it’s as if a new cognizance burrows into my brain.
I am in love with Alek.
Truthfully, I know the seeds of love have been present since our very first meeting. I wager that they were planted when Alek fed me the first bite of his food. He had been nothing short of a revelation at that time and the biggest blessing of my life ever since. Unbeknownst to him, he had pulled me from a torment my heart was still learning to remedy.
Come Monday, the torment that is ever—so—present within my soul will finally feel terminated. Closure, as my therapist calls it. I have been working to become the man that Alek deserves, and the man that feels genuinely worthy of him as well.
“What time is it?” Alek murmurs into the back of my head.
I lean forward to reach for the nightstand, causing my lower half to press firmly against his front in the process.
“Oh fuck, I don’t even care what time it is,” Alek sighs as he grinds himself against my ass, evidently very willing to stay in bed instead.
An airy laugh escapes my lips while I put my glasses in place. A grumble of protest echoes between us when I move to sit up against the headboard of the bed.
