Victor’s chest heaves, sweat glistening across his muscles as he stares up at me with something like awe.
I grab Victor’s legs and hook them over my shoulders, giving me the perfect angle to rail into him with everything I’ve got. I expect resistance, hesitation—this is his first time bottoming, after all—but what happens instead stuns me.
Victor plants his hands flat on the bed and starts pushing back against me, meeting every thrust with powerful movements of his own. His eyes never leave our reflection in the mirror as he begins taking control from the bottom.
“Harder,” he growls, muscles flexing as he works himself onto my cock. “Don’t treat me like I’m fucking fragile.”
I comply, slamming into him with bruising force, but Victor just laughs—a dark, hungry sound.
“That all you got? I know you’re angry with me.” His voice drops to something dangerous. “Fucking show me.”
The challenge ignites something primal in me. I grip his thighs hard enough to leave marks and drive into him with punishing strokes, aiming directly for his prostate with each thrust.
“Fuck—yes—like that,” he pants, working his hips in counterpoint to my rhythm. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
A sheen of sweat covers both our bodies as I pound into him relentlessly. Victor’s cock slaps against his abs with each thrust, untouched but leaking steadily.
“Please,” he begs, his voice stripped of its usual command. “Wreck me, Theo. Make me feel it tomorrow.”
I reach forward and twist his nipples roughly, making him arch and cry out. His cock jerks violently, and I can tell he’s close.
“Gonna come just from my cock, Daddy?” I taunt him, drilling his prostate mercilessly.
“Yes—fuck—don’t stop,” Victor gasps. “I’m gonna?—”
With a roar that echoes off the mirrored walls, Victor’s cock erupts without a single touch. Thick ropes of cum splash across his chest and abs, painting white streaks over the dark tattoos that cover his torso.
“Fuck, it’s so beautiful to see you like this,” I marvel as Victor’s release coats his abs. I keep my promise, maintaining my relentless pace even as he twitches with oversensitivity. “Look at you, coming untouched on my cock.”
Victor writhes beneath me, his muscles tensing at the continued stimulation against his prostate. His hands grip the sheets as he alternates between gasping and cursing.
“Too much—fuck—don’t stop,” he contradicts himself, voice broken.
I watch in fascination as his cock, briefly softened after such an intense orgasm, begins to fill again. The transition is mesmerizing—blood rushing back, veins becoming more pronounced, the head darkening as it swells.
“Your dick is so fucking beautiful,” I tell him, mesmerized by how it responds to my continued thrusts. “Getting hard again just for me.”
My own orgasm builds rapidly as Victor’s body grips me like a vise. The sight of this powerful man surrendering so completely, the way his cock hardens again despite having just climaxed—it’s too much.
“Gonna come inside you,” I warn, my rhythm becoming erratic. “Gonna breed this virgin ass.”
“Do it,” Victor growls, surprising me as he reaches up to grip my hips, pulling me deeper. “Fill me up, baby.”
The permission breaks my last thread of control. I slam into him one final time and release, pumping him full as waves of pleasure crash through me. Victor moans as he feels the warmth flooding his insides, his eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, grinding against me to work through every pulse of my orgasm.
As I slowly regain my senses, a devious thought crosses my mind. I pull out carefully and tap Victor’s thigh.
“Push it out,” I command, sliding down between his legs. “Let me see what I left inside you.”
I slide down between Victor’s powerful thighs, watching as he tenses his muscles to follow my command. My release begins to leak from him, pearly white against his skin. The intimacy of the moment is almost too much—this ultimate surrender from a man who struggles to even acknowledge me in public.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, leaning closer.
I dart my tongue out, collecting my own release as it emerges from Victor’s body. The taste is familiar, but the context makes it filthy in the best possible way. I press my tongue flat against his entrance, lapping up every drop I deposited inside him.
Victor’s reaction is immediate and visceral. His entire body jerks, a guttural moan tearing from his throat.
