MALACHI
“God,” Ezra breathed, lying on top of me in the dark. “What did we just do?”
“You already know what we did,” I said, brushing his hair back. “You’re still dripping with it.”
He made a strangled sound and hid his face in my chest.
“Malachi…”
I slipped my hand down his back and cupped his ass.
“Still stretched open for me,” I murmured. “Still leaking.”
“Stop,” he whined. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Why not?” I teased. “It’s true.”
He shivered.
“You like it when I talk like that, don’t you?”
“…Maybe.”
I sat up slightly, guiding him onto his knees. “Let me see.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
He hesitated. Then slowly arched his back, cheeks flushed, body still trembling. I spread him gently. A soft whimper left his lips as I watched my c*m drip down the back of his thighs.
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