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"Suck my balls,” he says, pulling his boxers down so I can see his thick dickhead, “and let me get you off. Then you can...do more if you want to,” he breathes.

Holy shit, his dick is insane. Long and thick and…shit, it’s damn near perfect. There’s no way it’s smaller than eight inches. His balls are big and round and low-hanging.

I’m starstruck for a second. Then the only thing I want is just to touch it. I cup his balls in one sweaty hand, huffing out a laugh as I can barely fit them in my palm. My other hand finds his base, stroking the soft, silky skin over his thick shaft. I’m tightening my abs so I can lean up, wanting to flick my tongue over his sac, when his mouth seals around my cockhead.

"Aghhhh." My hips buck, and he moves his mouth off me. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Please. Fuck."

He chuckles, but his lower body’s trembling just like I am. I can't get his dick into my mouth from this angle, lying under it, but I can run my hand over his long, thick boner, teasing as he wraps his lips around my cock again, sucking me deeper than he has before. My whole body glows with good feels, but I want him more than I want to relax and enjoy. I go for his taint with my tongue, licking once—making him groan and shift his hips away.

"I can’t suck you if you do that."

"Then don't suck."

He does, though. He rolls his tongue around me before swallowing my dick so deep it makes him choke. I stroke the inside of his muscular thigh, then shut my eyes as I pump him with my hand.

He tries to deepthroat me again, groaning around me as I play with his balls—rolling them in my hand, cupping them. When I try to stroke behind them, he lifts himself off me again. Fucker. I grab his dick, squeezing lightly, and I feel him hum around my cock.

He thrusts his hips in time with my stroking, and his mouth swallows me deeper.

“God, Ezra…”

Chills pop out all over my body as my cock’s encased in velvet warmth. His tongue’s thrashing near my base as his throat spasms around my cockhead.

"I'm close…"

His head starts bobbing as he eases some of me out, sucking my head, teasing the tip with his tongue before deepthroating me again. I want to fuck with him, with that huge dick that’s bobbing up above me, but his finger prods behind my balls…finds my hole. I’m moaning as he pulls his mouth off my cock, spits into his hand, and takes me back in, sucking my cock with his cheeks as he smears his saliva around my hole.

As he's sucking me so fucking good my stomach aches from the force, Ezra pushes with his pinkie, working just the tip into me.

"God..." My body bucks all on its own. I'm thrusting into his throat. He sucks me once and then pulls back off.

"Let me get in deeper..." His low voice is shaking.

"Okay,” I moan.

He pushes in more, and I can't help it. I'm filled with his finger—something's in me—and I blow.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt from my own hand: a whole-body spasm that rocks me so hard it’s like blacking out as bliss moves through me in a tight, hot, wave that loosens and tingles and then rolls back over again. I don’t even realize that I’m coming in his mouth until I feel him swallowing, and then I open my eyes.

He’s got an arm wrapped under my thigh, and I can see his ribcage moving as he sucks air in through his nose. After a minute, he eases me out of his mouth. His lips brush my tip and then I hear him panting.

Above me, his dick is looking longer, stiffer, pointing almost parallel with his abs despite the tug of gravity. His balls are drawn up nice and taut. I reach up and cup them, and he lets out a loud groan.

“Let me make you come now…”

He doesn’t move, so I tease the inside of his thigh with just a fingertip, and his whole body shudders.

“Miller,” he groans.

He kisses my shaft and then rolls off me, lying on his back in the grass. With his dick jutting up and his cheeks flushed and his lips all swollen red, and this one strand of hair falling over his brow, he looks like the patron saint of secret fucks. He looks young as he peers up at me with dazed eyes. I’m grinning as I crawl atop him, cupping his face.

“Hey angel.” I drag my palm over his throat. I kiss his throat, and then his chin and jaw and then his lips. I kiss him with tongue and taste myself, which makes my stomach do a weird twist.

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