Peyton Williams
Zeke's scream is so loud, I almost pull out. But before I have the chance to, his scream morphed into a moan, and his c*m is coating my stomach, chest. He starts shaking. Running my tongue over the mark, I pull back my eyes flickering over his face.
His eyes are rolled back, and his ass is squeezing my c**k. One thrust, two, on the third one I'm filling him and grunting out his name. He's long, long gone now though. His eyes are glossed over, and he's mumbling incoherent words.
"Zeke?" pulling out, i brush his hair back from his face. "Baby? Are you okay?"
"Mhm, sleepy" he mumbles.
"Let me clean you up" pulling out, i climb off the bed and slip on some sweatpants after wiping myself off. I go to my connected bathroom, grabbing a warm, wet washcloth.
Then I get hit
