“You can’t get away from me, Ezra,” Roman softly taunted while nibbling at his neck and sensitive earlobes. “You’re mine now. And you’re going to be a good boy and take every inch of me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir. Every centimeter,” Ezra whispered because, hello, the metric system.
“Everysinglecentimeter,” Roman echoed, then rolled him onto his side and hitched one of Ezra’s legs up and over his thick thigh. Ezra felt like a doll in Roman’s arms, a plaything to be manipulated and maneuvered however Roman wanted. Roman removed the slick toy with one hand then placed his blunt tip at Ezra’s entrance. “Here we go, babe. I’m knocking at your back door. What are you going to do?”
“Relax and invite you in,” Ezra said rotely. Roman rubbed Ezra’s tummy and slowly pushed inside of him while Ezra pushed out. Panting and sweating, Ezra clung to Roman’s forearm where it cradled his head and Roman kissed his temple.
“There you go, sweetness,” he coaxed while flexing his hips forward. “It’s been a little while, but you remember, don’t you? Remember what it’s like to have me inside you. How good it feels to be stuffed so full.”
“Nnnhh,” Ezra groaned. Roman’s big hand gripped his upper thigh, holding him open while he made steady progress. Ezra needed this so badly, to be consumed and overwhelmed in a good way. He pushed back against Roman’s solid chest and let himself be overtaken…
“What’s your name, babe?” Roman asked. Sometimes he lost all sense of time and place.
“Ezra Powell.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“Roman Reynolds.”
“That’s right, cutie, and what are you doing right now?”
“I’m taking your cock like a good boy.”
“Mmmm, such a good boy and with such a sweet ass, so tender and juicy. Are you going to cry for me, Ezra?”
Ezra nodded, ready to let go at last. Roman pushed all the way inside of him and Ezra let out a wail he’d been holding onto for days.
“Get it out, babe,” Roman said softly while pumping his hips in a lazy rhythm, filling him up so completely while Ezra choked out his sobs. Roman kissed his temple again. “My sweet, sensitive boy.”
They rolled and Ezra was on his stomach with Roman behind, drilling all the way up inside him as steady as a miner’s pickaxe. Ezra’s tears were absorbed by the soft bedding and the sheets felt cool against his hot cheek. A sense of calm descended, even as the pleasure spiked throughout his body and his muscles turned to mush.
“I want to see your handsome face,” Roman murmured, then rolled him over again so that Ezra was lying flat on his back. “Hold onto me, babe.” Ezra clung to Roman’s neck as the man began to move more purposefully, making him forget all of his deadlines and responsibilities with every slow drag of his magnificent cock against his prostate.
“You’re my toy, Ezra,” Roman said, reminding him of his one and only purpose.
Ezra nodded. “Your fuck toy.”
“That’s right. And you are so good at it too. So warm and tight, you’re the perfect little cock warmer for my big hungry dick, and you don’t need to worry about anything but pleasing me.”
“That’s all I care about,” Ezra said. He felt so vulnerable in that moment, like Roman could destroy him in more ways than one. “Do you love me, Roman?”
“I love you so much.” Roman kissed his forehead and both his closed eyelids. “My Ezra, my sweet angel boy.”
Roman’s thrusts went deeper, harder, a relentless invasion bringing Ezra to the edge of pain, to a place that dropped off into an endless chasm of bliss. “You feel me, babe?” Roman asked.
“Yes.”
“This is what you were made for, Ezra. Taking my cock.”
“I’m your cream pie.”
“Yep, my sweet cream pie. My eager little cum slut.”
Ezra didn’t know why those words affected him so, but they made him want to shed all of the layers he’d built up around himself just to survive day-to-day and become only that, an object, a possession. Roman’s own repository for his seed. The crushing pressure of Roman’s mass against Ezra’s stiff cock made touching himself unnecessary. He didn’t worry about his own orgasm, didn’t even need one right then because this was enough, more than enough. Roman inside of him, surrounding him, keeping everything else at bay so that Ezra could escape into this bubble of warmth, comfort, and bliss.
“You going to come for me, baby?” Roman asked.
“If you make me.”
