“Fuck, baby,” he groans, buried deep where he belongs, hands dragging up my thighs. “This is exactly what I needed. This ass. My good boy.”
Each thrust is measured and personal. Claiming as my body is caught between the headboard and Hayden’s hips. His cock pounding like he’s trying to make sure I never forget this.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” he pants. “My good boy. Taking me so deep.”
My cock aches, leaking more and more with each of his thrusts, every motion dialing up something sharp and urgent in my chest. My whole body feels like it’s being rewired when he traces my mess with his fingers and tastes it.
This isn’t just fucking.
It’s raw, slow, and perfect, like he’s dragging the pleasure out on purpose just to hear what it does to me.
Hayden leans forward, chest pressed to my back, mouth brushing over the curve of my shoulder. He kisses me there, once, then again, slower this time.
His hands stay firm on my hips, fingers digging into my skin like he’s holding on for dear life. Every deep grind pushes me forward into the headboard, only for him to pull me back closer, like he can’t bear the thought of me not being flush against him in every possible way.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes against my neck, voice rough with awe. “All of you, baby.”
My knees tremble. My arms shake. I’ve never been touched likethis.Fuckedlike this. Like I’m something to be worshipped and wrecked at the same time.
Then he flips us.
I’m suddenly on my back, breathless and boneless, the bedding kicked off in a tangled heap. His helm glints between us for half a heartbeat before Hayden tears it off, tossing it somewhere without care.
And then he’s kissing me like he wants to drink me down, mouth hot and possessive, his tongue sliding against mine with an admiration that makes my chest ache. His hand finds my jaw, holding me there, devouring me like I’m oxygen.
He grabs my legs and wraps them around his hips in one smooth motion, leaning in until we are skin to skin, sweat slick and burning. This new angle makes my cock drag against his stomach with every breath, every shift of his hips, and it’s so much.
I gasp, head falling back, hands clawing at his shoulders.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” he whispers against my jaw. “I want you to. I need to feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside of you.”
He fucks me with slow, punishing control, each thrust hitting exactly where I need it. I reach down, wrapping one hand around my dripping cock and the other in the back of his hair, fisting it hard, pulling him back into our kiss.
It’s messy and desperate, our mouths never separating. He swallows my moans like they’re holy. I stroke myself in time with his thrusts, every drag of my palm sending sparks through my veins. I’m so fucking close it’s unbearable.
“That’s it, sweet thing,” he growls against my lips. “Give it to me.”
His words hit like electricity.
My body locks up and my cock pulses in my fist. I cry out into his mouth as I cum hard, jerking between us, body trembling as my orgasm crashes over me. My hips stutter and my legs tightenaround him but he doesn’t let up. Hayden just keeps thrusting, dragging it out like he knows what my body needs.
“Sogood for me,” he pants, breath hot against my cheek. “So fucking perfect.”
I moan again, head spinning, riding the aftershocks…but I’m still aching.
“Hayden,” I whimper, voice pleading. “I need you to fill me up. I need you to breed me. Please…”
He shudders like he’s been snapped in half.
“Fuck, Levi,” he groans, and then he lets go.
He slams into me, something sharp and wild. I can feel it, his breath stuttering, his hands trembling against my shoulders.
And I want to ruin him.
“Please, baby, cum for me,” I whisper, coaxing his release out of him.
That hit a nerve, and he growls something low as he slams into me.Hard.
