Wrath (Sinful Secrets 4)

I want to take his dick. See what it feels like with that big, soft cockhead pressed against my prostate. Makes me wanna come just thinking of it.

“Fuck, Mills. When we get back, just do whatever you need. We can do it. Then you can eat. I don’t want you not to eat because of me.”

“I’m eating. Just not donuts.” I smirk.

“Fuck. To think of you wanting it.” He rubs at himself as he turns into the driveway. “I’m gonna go crazy waiting.”

“I’ll be fast.”

It feels weird, doing the prep things I read online—but it goes okay. I look in the mirror when I’m finished. My dick’s hard just thinking that I’m about to go downstairs in just my briefs and let him know it’s time to come up to the bedroom.

I go out my door and Ezra is there waiting, sitting in the hall up at the top of the stairs.

He gets up, taking my hand. “You still feelin’ it? Because it’s okay if—”

“Yeah.” I laugh, and he wraps an arm around me, kissing my forehead. “Let’s start with sixty-nine…with your hand,” I say.

“I’ve got a plan for you,” he tells me, grinning wickedly.

We get on our sides, and he starts finger-stuffing me, with a lot of lube. He sucks me slow and light, I guess so I won’t come. He works lots of lube into me—so much that I can feel its weight inside me, cool and so soft.

Then he pushes fingers in. It feels full, I can’t help groaning.

“Three,” he whispers.

“Ahh God.” He hits my prostate, and my body bucks and shivers.

When I’m feeling warm and worked up, like I just might come before he gets his dick in, Ezra shifts me onto my back. He spread my knees, moves between them, and takes his dick in his hand, casually stroking as his eyes find mine.

“You want me to use a condom?” he asks softly.

“Do you think you should?” I swallow.

“I’ve been tested. Not that I’ve done this,” he says, reaching down to roll my balls in his warm palm. “But it was negative.”

“Can we do it like this?” I whisper.

“Yeah. I want to see your face, Mills. Make sure you’re feeling good.”

His eyes go heavy lidded as he props a pillow under my hips.

“Look at that thicc ass.” He gives it a gentle squeeze. Then he nudges my balls aside, gives my dick a slow, firm stroke, and starts to rub his cockhead over where I’m all lubed up. The sensation of him rubbing there…

I’m panting.

He starts pushing at me—just a little, just a preview—followed by more rubbing.

“You good, DG? You sure, still?”

I hold his gaze. “I want it.”

“You nervous? I got like a fourth of a Xanax for you.”

“I’m not nervous.” I shut my eyes, and his cockhead pushes so hard that I think he’s coming inside, and I relax for him.

“When I come in, be sure to breathe deep and keep your lower body relaxed,” he tells me. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna come in fast. I’m gonna go a half inch at a time. And if it feels too much, you’ll tell me. Promise?”

“Promise.”

“You want some liquor first?”

“No.” I laugh. “I want to feel you. I can take you.”

He rubs on me, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth. “God, Mills.” He strokes my thigh. He lubes his cock up one more time and looks into my eyes again.

I can’t help a nervous laugh.

“Okay,” he whispers, rubbing at me.

I shut my eyes. “Now, Ez.”

He pushes harder…harder. I pull air into my lungs, relaxing instead of tensing. Then he’s pushing in. I’m stretching open—oh fuck, don’t tense up—and it stings.

I moan as he pushes deeper, stretching me more. His thick tip is in me and it feels…so weird. Full. My breath shudders, and I look up at him, finding Ezra open-mouthed and panting.

“More,” I moan, shutting my eyes.

I focus on relaxing…breathing through the stretching sting. And then he’s pushing even deeper. Filling me till I’m stuffed. It feels—

“Oooh God.”

“You okay?” I can feel his body shaking. “Almost got it all.”

I nod, reaching down to brush my fingertips over his leg. “Keep coming.”

He rocks his hips, thrusting in so deep my dick throbs; sweat pops out on my skin, and I can’t help a moan.

“There, Millsy. You’ve got it all.”

He shifts a little, and I start to feel heat building in my cheeks, and pressure in my cock and balls. He shifts his weight again, pushing deeper. I shiver, my toes curling.

“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.