I’ve never seen anything so perfect—Victor Kaine, the embodiment of hypermasculine strength, spread open beneath me, taking my cock like he was made for it. Best fucking birthday present I could have imagined, though I wish he’d had the courage to show up earlier, to stand beside me when my friends were celebrating.
“You feel that, Daddy?” I grip his thighs harder, driving deeper. Each thrust is punctuated with the anger I’m still carrying.
“Fuck, yes,” Victor gasps, his head thrown back, exposing the thick column of his throat.
I snap my hips forward, rougher than I intended, but Victor’s response is immediate—his monster cock twitches violently against his abs, leaking steadily without a single touch.
“Look at you,” I marvel, digging my fingers into his flesh. “So fucking hard just from my cock in your ass.”
His eyes flutter open, catching our reflection in the ceiling mirror. The sight of himself—this beast of a man with thighs thicker than my torso—getting fucked and loving it seems to drive him wild.
“Never seen a man your size get this hard from just being fucked,” I tell him, rotating my hips to hit his prostate. “No touching needed for Daddy, huh?”
Victor moans, a sound so vulnerable I almost forgive him for constantly keeping me his dirty secret. Almost.
I slam into him harder, letting my hips snap forward with all the force my smaller frame can generate. I want him to feel every inch, want him to remember who’s inside him each time he sits tomorrow at his precious fight club.
“You like being my secret little slut, don’t you?” I growl, gripping his wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand. “Big, tough Victor Kaine, taking it up the ass and fucking loving it.”
His eyes widen at my words, but his cock jerks violently against his stomach. I’ve found the sweet spot—the humiliation that turns him on even as it terrifies him.
“What would your fighters think if they saw you now?” I twist my hips, grinding against his prostate. “Their big boss spread open, begging for my cock?”
“Fuck—Theo—” he gasps, chest heaving.
I reach down with my free hand and grip his throat, not squeezing but establishing control. “Say it. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I fucking love it,” he admits, voice breaking as I drive deeper.
I release his wrists to grab his thighs, pushing them back toward his chest, opening him further. The new angle makes him howl.
“This is what you’ve been afraid of?” I snarl, pounding into him relentlessly. “This is why you won’t acknowledge me? Because you’re afraid someone might know how good I make you feel?”
His only response is incoherent groaning, his eyes rolling back.
“Look at yourself,” I command, forcing his chin toward the ceiling mirror. “Look at what you’re denying.”
Victor’s gaze locks on our reflection—his powerful body surrendering completely to mine, his untouched cock leaking steadily onto his abs. I can see the moment something breaks inside him, some wall crumbling as pleasure overwhelms his shame.
As I drive deeper into Victor, something shifts in his eyes—a final surrender that makes my breath catch.
“Ruin me, wildfire,” Victor groans, voice cracking with vulnerability I’ve never heard from him before. “Fuck, I love it. Love your cock inside me.”
The admission hits me like a shot of pure adrenaline. Victor Kaine, who can bench press me without breaking a sweat, is begging me to wreck him. I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Yeah?” I slide my palm down his sweat-slick chest, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. It pulses against my palm, hot and heavy. “You want me to ruin you?”
His hips buck up instantly, driving himself deeper onto my cock while thrusting into my grip. The dual sensation makes him cry out.
“Theo—fuck—don’t,” he gasps, eyes wild. “I won’t last if you do that.”
I tighten my grip on his shaft, pumping in rhythm with my thrusts. His entire body trembles beneath me.
“Good,” I say, leaning down to bite his chest, leaving marks he’ll see tomorrow. “I want to fuck the cum out of your cock and then keep going.”
Victor’s eyes widen, gripping the sheets so hard I hear threads tearing. I can feel him tightening around me, fighting the inevitable.
“That’s right, Daddy,” I whisper, twisting my wrist on the upstroke while driving my cock against his prostate. “I’m going to make you come just from my cock in your ass and my hand on your dick. And then—” I slow my pace, making each thrust deliberate and deep, “—then I’m going to keep fucking you through the oversensitivity until you’re begging me to stop.”
