I’ve never felt this powerful—or this desperate—during sex before. Dominating someone so beautiful yet strong unlocks a primative side of me.
I grip Theo’s hips harder, my fingers digging into his flesh as I drive into him relentlessly. Each thrust pulls these desperate little sounds from him—half-moans, half-whimpers that feed a dark and hungry place within.
“Harder,” Theo gasps, his voice breaking as I slam into him. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His words spark something primitive in my chest. I increase my pace, watching his back arch beautifully beneath me.
“That’s it,” he pants, turning his head to look at me over his shoulder. His eyes are glassy with pleasure, his lips parted and swollen. “God, you’re so fucking big. Fill me up.”
I grunt in response, unable to form coherent words while watching his ass take every thrust. The sight of my cock disappearing into his tight hole over and over has me mesmerized.
“Breed me,” he moans suddenly, his voice dropping to a raw and desperate tone. “Want you to come deep inside me. Want to feel you pump me full.”
My rhythm falters momentarily at his filthy request. The image his words conjure—marking him from the inside, claiming him completely—nearly pushes me over the edge.
“Yeah? That what you want?” I manage to growl, regaining control of my pace. “Want me to flood this tight little ass?”
“God, yes,” Theo whimpers, pushing back against my thrusts. “Please... I need it, Daddy.”
My entire body seizes, cock pulsing dangerously as heat rushes through me. I’ve never—fuck—I’ve never reacted like this before. I’m always in control during sex, always the one setting the pace, deciding when to finish.
But that single word from his lips nearly undoes me completely.
I grip the base of my cock with brutal force, gritting my teeth as I fight against the sudden, overwhelming urge to come. My thighs tremble with the effort of holding back, sweat beading across my forehead.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Say that again.”
Theo looks back over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, and lips parted in a sultry expression that punches the air from my lungs. Sweat glistens along the elegant curve of his neck as he fixes me with a gaze so intense it feels like a physical touch.
“Breed my ass, Daddy,” he purrs, the words like velvet wrapped around steel.
The last of my control splinters and falls. I stop fighting it. Stop fighting all of it. My vision nearly whites out as pleasure tears through my body, unstoppable and violent.
“Fuck—Theo—” I choke out, my fingers digging brutally into his hips.
I’m coming before I can stop myself, my cock pulsing wildly as I flood his insides. The sensation is overwhelming—his tight heat milking every last drop from me as my hips jerk forward in uncontrolled thrusts. My entire body trembles with the force of my orgasm, muscles locked as waves of pleasure crash through me.
But I don’t stop moving. Can’t stop. If I pause, even for a moment, reality might catch up to me. My brain might start processing what just happened—what I just did. How I completely lost control at being calledDaddyby another man.
I keep thrusting through my climax, grinding deep circles inside him, feeling my cum making everything slicker, hotter. The obscene wet sounds of our bodies meeting only drive me on. My cock stays miraculously hard despite just having the most intense orgasm of my life. Desperation keeps me rigid, and nothing else matters but staying right here.
“That’s it,” Theo encourages breathlessly, pushing back against me. “Don’t stop. Want to feel you everywhere.”
I slide my hands up his sweat-slick back, marveling at the contrast between us—my large, rough palms against his smooth skin. There’s still so much of him I want to discover, so many ways I want to take him. So many things I never knew I craved until this moment.
I’m still buried deep inside him, my cock pulsing with aftershocks, when Theo speaks.
“Let me up,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Wanna feel you fuck me against the wall.”
The suggestion sends a jolt of renewed lust through me. My cock is somehow still iron-hard and twitching at his words.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, the image already forming in my mind.
I withdraw slowly, watching as my length slides out of his stretched hole. My cum leaks from him, trailing down his inner thigh. It should disgust me—should make me recoil with shame—but instead, it sends a surge of pride through my chest. I’ve marked him. Claimed him.
Theo turns around to face me, his lithe body gleaming with sweat in the dim light. His cock stands proudly against his abdomen, hard and leaking again. I take in his flushed face, hisparted lips, his mussed hair—all evidence of what we’ve done, what I’ve reduced him to.
Without hesitation, I hook my hands under his thighs and lift him effortlessly. His weight is nothing to me—another reminder of our size difference that sends blood rushing to my already hard cock. I press him against the nearest wall, positioning him so his legs wrap around my waist.
