Something in me breaks. “Please,” I whisper, then louder: “Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock inside me. Please, Theo.”
The satisfaction on his face is unbearable. “You beg so fucking well,” he purrs. “Who would believe Victor Kaine could sound this desperate?”
Before I can respond, he presses the head of his cock against my entrance. The pressure builds as he pushes forward—a slow, relentless slide that burns despite his careful preparation.
“Breathe,” Theo reminds me.
I exhale slowly as he sinks deeper, filling me inch by inch. I fix my gaze on the ceiling mirror, watching this impossible scene unfold—I’m spread open, Theo’s cock disappearing inside me. The visual is almost too much.
“Look at you taking me,” Theo whispers, his voice full of awe. “Look at us.”
My eyes lock on the mirror as Theo bottoms out inside me, his cock stretching me in ways I never thought possible. The burning sensation gives way to a fullness that makes my breath catch.
“You like that, Daddy?” Theo asks, but his voice has changed. Gone is the submissive tone I’m used to. Instead, his words drip with dominance as he grips my thighs, pushing them wider apart.
“Fuck,” is all I manage as he pulls back and slams forward again, finding exactly where I can’t bear it.
“Answer me properly,” he commands, slapping my thigh hard enough to sting. “Does Daddy like being my little bitch?”
The words should infuriate me—I’m Victor fucking Kaine—but instead, pre-cum leaks onto my stomach as my cock throbs untouched.
“Yes,” I gasp, hardly recognizing my own voice. “Yes, I like it.”
Theo grins wickedly, establishing a rhythm that has me gripping the sheets. “Look at us,” he orders, nodding toward the ceiling mirror.
The sight is staggering. His hands look tiny against my thickly muscled thighs, yet he takes me effortlessly.
“Such a good Daddy,” Theo purrs, reaching for my cock. “Taking my dick so well. Who would’ve thought the big bad fight club owner would love being fucked like this?”
He angles his hips, hitting that place that makes my back arch off the bed. And it gives me a deeper appreciation of his responses when the roles are reversed.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, the familiar endearment slipping out.
Theo’s eyes flash with something unleashed, his hips slamming forward with renewed force. “You still calling me baby when I’m balls deep inside you, Daddy?”
The word sounds different coming from him now—a dark taunt rather than a submissive plea. He grips my thighs tighter, spreading me wider as his cock hits that spot inside me with devastating accuracy.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my cock leaking steadily onto my stomach without being touched.
“You like that, don’t you?” Theo’s voice is unrecognizable—harsh and commanding. “Look at your hole stretching around my cock. So greedy for it.”
I look up at our reflection, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over. The sight should humiliate me, but it only makes my cock harder.
“Fuck it feels so good,” I groan again, unable to stop myself. “Stretching my ass so good.”
“That’s right,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “And I’m going to breed Daddy tonight. Fill you up with my cum.”
Jesus Christ, I shouldn’t love hearing that. But my cock jerks violently at his words, pre-cum pooling on my abs. I’ve never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming. The pressure inside me builds with every thrust, my prostate sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.
“I’m close,” I warn, fighting desperately against my impending orgasm. I want this to last forever, this heady violation, this beautiful surrender.
“Not yet,” Theo commands, slowing his pace torturously. “You don’t come until I’ve fucked you properly, Daddy.”
His use of the name, combined with the filthy promise, has me teetering on the edge. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good—not winning fights, not dominating in the ring, not evenbeing buried inside Theo himself. Nothing compares to the feeling of his cock claiming me, reshaping me from the inside out.
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