Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

It feels full, I can’t help groaning. “Three,” he whispers. “Ahh God.” He hits my prostate, an...

“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,”

“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.”

“Look at that thicc ass.”

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.

“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.”

“When I come in, be sure to breathe deep and keep your lower body relaxed,”

“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?”

“I want to feel you. I can...

He rubs on me, shutting his eyes, gritting his tee...

“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.

And then he’s pushing even deeper. Filling me till I’m stuffed. It feels— ...

“Almost got it all.” I nod, reaching down to brush my fingertips over h...

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

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—

“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?”

“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 go...

“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.

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.”

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

“Not really. It’s…warm.”

“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…indecen...

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

“No.” Ezra laughs. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “Tonight,” I tell him. “You’re gonna be sore.” I g...

“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,”

“Fuck, so hot. Seeing your dick oozing all over the place. God.”

“You were so good, Miller. To...

“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.”

“How I loved to have you in me. More than I knew, even.” “Really? You did?” “Yeah, Ez. I want more.”

“Don’t you want your donut?” he whispers against my cheek. “I want you.” He grins. “You’re insane.” “For that dick.”

“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?”

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.” We get in the shower again, laughing as we wash with get-your-dick-up soap—again.

Before I finish, he’s turning around to kiss me. “I love you.” “I love you more.”

“I gotchu, Ezzie. We’re okay. We’re on the couch.” I nod. Tears are dripping down my face, still. I wrap an arm around him. Miller is so warm and solid. He won’t let me be locked up.

“Every single day you’re alive takes you further from that shit,” he whispers.

“Got some markers. Tatting you up.”

His brain stays where it was, and even if I rub him down and talk to him, and look into his eyes and kiss his cheeks, he can’t get back to me. Can’t stop crying. Can’t breathe. I feel helpless.

Carl’s brows are drawn together, his lips parted like he can’t find words. Ezra’s wrapped around me, his face pushed between my throat and shoulder. We’re both in our underwear.

I can feel my hand tremble as I hold a finger up. I point to Ezra and then put a finger over my mouth.

“Josh!” Her voice is high and wobbly, damning in that horrified mom way. “What were you two doing in there?”

“Mom…um.”

“I don’t want y’all to freak out about this,”

“But…I’m...

More tears fall down my cheeks as Mom’s mouth presses flat and Carl’s eyes fly to her face. “Don’t be loud, please.”

“Ezra will wake up, and it’ll scare him.”

“I’m sorry,” I manage through my tears. “It’s my fault.”

“Josh…were you two—” “We were on the couch, Mom. Sleeping.”