I slick my bare cock. He’s already open and ready, but I take my time positioning myself at his entrance. I push forward, watching his face as the head of my cock breaches him. The tight heat of him steals my breath.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You’re still so tight even after wearing that plug.”
Theo moans around his own cock, the vibration visible in his throat. The sight is fucking otherworldly—his body folded nearly in half, his lips stretched around his shaft while my cock disappears into him. It’s the filthiest, most impossible thing I’ve ever seen.
I grab his thighs, spreading them wider as I establish a rhythm. Each thrust pushes him deeper into his own mouth.
“Look at you,” I growl. “So fucking dirty. Taking your own cock in your mouth while I fill you up. So slutty and hungry for dick.”
His eyes roll back as I hit that spot inside him. I can feel it against the head of my cock—that bundle of nerves that makes him shudder. I angle my hips to slam against it with every thrust.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I pick up speed. The room fills with obscene sounds—the wet suction of his mouth, the slap of my hips against his ass, my own ragged breathing growing louder.
“You like that, don’t you? Like me using your hole while you suck yourself?” I tighten my grip on his thighs, knowing it will leave finger-shaped bruises. “Answer me.”
Theo makes a muffled sound of agreement around his cock, his eyes locking with mine. The sight of him—so vulnerable yet so in control of his pleasure—drives me wild.
I drive deeper, harder. My balls slap against him with each thrust. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, but I’m not ready to finish. Not yet. Not until I’ve fucked him senseless.
“Nobody else gets to see you like this,” I pant, driving into him without mercy. “Nobody. Fucking. Else.”
With each word, I slam my cock deeper. Theo’s body jerks with the impact, but his mouth never leaves his cock. His throat works as he swallows his own pre-cum, and a possessive hunger roars to life inside me.
Theo suddenly releases his cock from his mouth with a gasp, his chest heaving. His lips are swollen and wet, eyes glazed with lust as they lock onto mine. I slow my thrusts, feeling his body clutch around me.
“Don’t stop,” he pants. “Fuck the cum out of me, Daddy.”
My hips stutter, then drive deeper.
“I want to taste myself,” he continues, voice rough and desperate. “Make me explode in my own mouth. I need to drink my load while you’re inside me.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Every filthy word from his mouth makes my cock throb harder inside him. The image he’s painting—him swallowing his own release while I’m buried to the hilt—nearly sends me over the edge right there.
“And then,” he says, eyes wild and demanding, “I want yours too. Down my throat or all over me, I don’t care. I’m hungry for cum tonight, Daddy.”
My hands tighten on his thighs, fingertips digging into muscle. The raw need in his voice unleashes something primal in me—something I didn’t know existed until Theo dragged it to the surface.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, picking up the pace. “You want Daddy to feed you? Make you take two loads?”
Theo nods frantically, already taking himself in his mouth again. His flexibility is fucking inhuman. The sight of him sucking his own cock while I pound into him—I’ve never been harder in my life.
I angle my hips, making sure I hit that spot inside him with every thrust. I can feel his body tightening around me, getting closer.
“That’s it,” I pant, driving deeper. “Take what you need. Show Daddy how hungry you are.”
I drive into Theo with savage force, angling my hips to hammer directly against that spot that makes him wild. Eachthrust is deliberate, punishing. The way his body trembles tells me I’m hitting it perfectly.
“Take it,” I growl, sweat dripping down my chest. “Take every fucking inch.”
Theo’s eyes roll back as I pound his prostate relentlessly. His lips tighten around his own cock, cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder. Then his entire body goes rigid. I can see the exact moment it hits him—his eyes fly wide open, locking with mine as he makes a muffled sound of pleasure. He’s coming. In his own fucking mouth.
I watch, unable to look away, as his throat works, swallowing pulse after pulse of his own release. My cock throbs dangerously inside him. Every muscle in my body tenses as I fight against my own orgasm. Not yet. Not fucking yet.
Theo finally releases himself with a gasp, lips glistening. His eyes are glassy, almost feverish as he looks up at me.
“More,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Please, Daddy. I need more. Need your cum too. Please.”
The desperation in his voice, the hunger in his eyes after he’s already gotten off—it unravels something in me. I pull out abruptly, my cock slapping heavily against my stomach, angry red and leaking.
