“That’s a good boy. Always tell me the truth. Now spread your legs wider.”

Jake spread them as much as the jeans pooling at his knees allowed him, thinking of himself only in the category of serving his man. This man. This man. Vars was not his man.

Or maybe he was? Just right now. Just for this moment.

He couldn’t wait to feel Vars slide his cock into his hole with only spit for lube. It would burn, but Jake would take it. Because he was a good boy.

His thoughts came to a standstill, halted by the pressure at his entrance. His muscles turned into goo, elbows giving out the moment Vars’s dick sank into him as if his sphincter were soft butter. He yelped when his chin hit the hood of Knight’s car, but elation trailed up his body at the pace of the gloriously thick tool drilling its way inside him.

Even though his elbows got weak, his hands remained in place, as if shackled by an invisible chain. He moaned so loudly it sent an echo down the walls of the vast garage. When Vars’s hips met his ass, he didn’t care about what sound he was making. Grunts, moans, or whimpers, he would keep his palms on the car, and his thighs spread wide for as long as Vars wanted him to.

Vars gave a sharp hiss once his dick was all the way in, his body leaning over Jake’s in a way that was both menacing and providing safety. He rolled his hips, making his cock shift inside, and the miniscule motion teased something deep in Jake, putting him right on the verge of pain and pleasure.

“And what do you say now, boy?” Vars asked in a raspy voice, rubbing his palms back and forth over his back.

“Thank you?” Jake uttered, unsure of what was expected of him yet desperate to give it his all. The throbbing cock inside of him felt like it belonged there. He choked out a whine when Vars squeezed his buttock.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Yes! Thank you, sir.” Jake groaned when Vars pulled out slightly, melting Jakes insides. The scent of soap used for the car would now forever be imprinted on Jake to remind him of this moment of complete surrender.

Vars kept him still, settling his enormous hands on his Jake’s hips before pushing back in. His cock dragged over Jake’s prostate, making him thrash against the car, and yet in a show of absolute obedience, he kept his hands on the hood, breathing in the detergent, the scent of Vars’s sweat and leather.

Vars fucked him in deep, controlled strokes that each time seemed to reach in farther, knocking down barriers that had kept Jake from losing control altogether.

He was hot. His brain slowly turned into mush as he focused only on touch, both inside and out, on the palms massaging his shoulders and squeezing his neck in a display of dominance. On the thick girth moving inside him over and over at the most perfect angle. If he was a good boy, Vars would appreciate him. Vars would reward him. Vars would praise him.

He moaned in anguish when the thick presence withdrew out of him, leaving his hole so empty it felt like losing balance. The head was still there, burning hot against Jake’s entrance yet not pushing in.

He dared to glance over his shoulder, and Vars had never seemed as handsome as he was the moment their gazes met. In that moment, Jake knew that this man could easily become the center of his universe. The salt-and-pepper hair made Vars look more mature, in charge. It was catnip for Jake.

His dick was so hard, so warm inside Jake, it was close to impossible to keep still. With logic evaporating from Jake’s mind altogether, he moved back, motivated by pure, savage need.

Vars smacked Jake’s ass hard and pushed down on his back to keep him still. “Don’t try to be a smartass.”

Jake groaned and bit his lip, still relishing the aftershocks of the slap. “I’m sorry, sir.” The steady touch between his shoulder blades was a turn-on in its own right, making Jake’s cock painfully hard. He was dying for release.

Vars hummed behind him, and for a fleeting moment, an intense heat moved up the middle of Jake’s back. It was only when a tickle of hair trailed behind it that he realized it was Vars’s tongue.

He didn’t get to say anything, or even whine, before the cock was back inside him, this time not moving slowly or languidly. It pushed all the way in, and before Jake could register that it bottomed out, Vars was already pulling back.

The rhythm became punishing, and Jake loved every single second of it. Not just the pace, but the roughness too. He never knew when a slap to his ass was coming, and between one moan and another, he might have choked out a few ‘thank-yous’ as well. Never in his life had he experienced a fuck this intense. Not his first time with King, not the fuck Joker rained down on him when drunk.

Tags: K.A. Merikan Kings of Hell MC Fantasy
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