Wrath (Sinful Secrets 4)

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 of is, 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.

“No.” Ezra laughs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Tonight,” I tell him.

“You’re gonna be sore.”

I grin. “Make it hurt a little.”

He shakes his head like he thinks I’m crazy. Then he frowns down at my abs. “You want a shower?”

“In a second.” I rest my face against his warm chest. “What was it like for you? I want to hear more.”

“Fucking amazing for me too. Seeing your face…feeling you move,” he whispers. “Fuck, so hot. Seeing your dick oozing all over the place. God.” He looks down at himself and laughs; he’s getting hard again. “You were so good, Miller. Total prince.”

He snuggles up to me, and for a second we just lie there like that. “I’m in love with my stepbrother,” I whisper. “We just fucked and it was insane.”

His lips brush my temple. “Make it sound indecent.”

“I like it indecent.”

“What a naughty, naughty Miller.”

“Any time you want me.” I feel downright greedy for more of his dick. The feeling like…I guess it’s feeling helpless. Like I can’t move. Like he’s in me. It was so incredible. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

His finger taps my temple. “Whatcha thinking?”

“How I loved to have you in me. More than I knew, even.”

“Really? You did?”

“Yeah, Ez. I want more.”

I feel sore when we get up and walk together to the shower. Ezra washes me, then kisses me, washes himself, and when I ask him to, he hops out just a minute or two earlier than me so I can clean myself all the way. When I get to my room, he’s got a white FHS Band T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajamas laid out for me. Plus a pair of sky blue boxer briefs and a donut.

He’s sitting on the foot of my bed, looking hot as all hell in a pair of gray sweatpants, his damp hair hanging over his forehead and a small smile on his lips. I launch myself at him, giving him a tackle hug, and after I start, I can’t stop. I’m covering him like a blanket.

“Don’t you want your donut?” he whispers against my cheek.

“I want you.”

He grins. “You’re insane.”

“For that dick.”

He wraps me up. He kisses the scar on my forehead. “Josh Miller. You just got your cherry popped. How does it feel?”

He rubs my ass, which gets me even harder than I am already.

“Let’s do it again now. Pretty fucking please?”

Ezra

I lube him up again, and push inside again, and make him come again—this time using all the things I learned from last time to make sure it happens fast. I come half a second after he does, and I love how Miller moans as my dick throbs inside him. Afterward, after I draw out, he looks dazed.

“You okay?”

He gives me a big, drunk-looking grin. “So good.”