He was tight and that made me want to go slow, but the second the head of my dick got inside him, the only thing I wanted was more. More tightness, more heat, more of Brooks’s sexy whimpers and grunts as I took him. He was shoving himself back on my dick as I pushed forward. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. I reached up and put my hand at Brooks's throat to hold him in place so I could control my entry into his body. I had my other hand on his hip. He was still obediently hanging on to the wood. I'd always been the controlling one in bed, but this was over the top, even for me. I had no idea how experienced Brooks was, but in that moment I didn't care.

I needed.

He wanted.

That was all that mattered.

Brooks was gasping for air by the time I filled him completely. He fit me so perfectly that I wanted to cry. I wanted to shout out to whoever dared say he hadn’t been made specifically for me that they were wrong. He was mine. It was as simple as that.

I told him that.

And every time I began to slowly pull out of him and thrust back in, I repeated the same word. "Mine."

Brooks responded with matching pumps of his hips and the word “yes” over and over again. I didn't care if he was saying yes to the harsh treatment or yes to my command that he belonged to me. All I cared about was owning him, consuming him.

As I began pummeling Brooks harder and harder, I wrapped my arm around his waist to keep his hips from shoving into the wood. I could feel the head of his dick touching my arm. Moisture greeted my skin. It was just more confirmation that he was into this. My own orgasm was right beneath the surface of my skin. I wanted to draw the whole thing out, but the need to come was impossible to ignore. Brooks’s ass fit the curve of my groin perfectly. His heat enveloped my cock and his inner walls massaged it until it felt like my balls were so tight from the pressure that they could very well rip free of my body.

"So good," I growled, and then I did what I’d wanted to from the moment I’d seen Brooks in the driveway. I closed my teeth over the spot where his neck met his shoulder. It sounded like Brooks was sobbing, but he kept saying that one word over and over again, his demand increasing each time.

Yes.

I dropped my left hand to close around Brooks’s cock because I didn't want to risk going over without him. Pre-cum leaked down my hand and his swollen flesh throbbed between my fingers. His skin felt like velvet over the hardest steel. I matched my strokes to my thrusts. The hand I had around his neck moved of its own volition up to cover his where they were braced against the post. I was gasping for air as I slammed into Brooks's body over and over again, chasing my own orgasm as it began to fire up and down my spine. Somehow our fingers ended up joined together as I fucked Brooks. My balls slapped against his ass as I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in again to the root. Brooks stopped speaking and began crying out inaudible words. I stroked him harder and faster.

"Xavier!" he cried, and I knew what that meant. He was right there.

I was too, but in that moment, I needed to know what he felt like, what he sounded like when he came. I was only sorry I hadn't had the forethought to take him on the ground so I could be facing him. I would've liked to have seen his eyes when he was consumed with pleasure.

But it was far too late for that. I couldn't have pulled out of him for anything in the world. I shifted my hips just a little so I hit that gland inside his body that I knew would send him so beautifully over the edge. He screamed my name the first time I hit his prostate, and again every time after that. His body jerked as the orgasm slammed into him and I felt hot semen coat my hand. His release triggered my own and I bit down hard on him as I came.

I felt more cum spurt over my hand as Brooks continued to experience his orgasm. Bombs of sensation fired beneath my skin as tremors of pleasure racked my body. My fingers tightened on Brooks’s as I released his dick and pressed my other hand against his abdomen. Hot, sticky fluid met my touch. The thought that Brooks had come so hard all over himself because of me triggered one violent aftershock of pleasure after another. By the time it was all over, Brooks and I were leaning heavily against the wood for support. We were both panting and grunting when little tremors would filter through either of us.

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