He was going to be barebacked hard and without mercy, and he knew he deserved it.
If this was all he was to have to help him survive the darkness, Graham would take it.
“I need a fucking,” he admitted. “Please make me scream your name, my Top,” he muttered, as his hips wanted to buck at the man’s mouth on his dick.
Oh, that was the plan.
Graham was going to cum a few times before D’Artangnan took his ass and emptied his balls in him. There was no doubt there.
Tugging on his balls, the pain shot through him, and then, it became that wave of pleasure.
Graham knew that he needed to be punished for his sins.
What was that sin?
The sin of letting this perfection go.
D’Artangnan didn’t let up, and instead, he forced the man’s quivering thighs apart, stretching him wide to show him who was boss.
A big man had to have some space to play with his bottom.
Or his bottom’s bottom.
Yeah, it was about to get wild in there.
As he tormented him, sucking the tip of his dick into his mouth to apply pressure, Graham shook from the eroticism alone.
His arms were locked to the headboard, his thighs were spread wide, and he was at his mercy.
Honestly, there was no better place to be. At a sexy Marine’s mercy was always a good time, and Graham would take any memory he could.
With Graham, he finally felt whole again, even if it was just a delusion.
And it wouldn’t last.
When he set him free, D’Artangnan stared up his body and into his green eyes.
“How rough do you want it?” D’Artangnan asked, desperately craving this man in ways that could absolutely never be quenched.
“Make me never forget,” he whispered, knowing that was the only true answer he could give him.
He needed that more than the orgasms.
He needed this moment.
At his words, D’Artangnan grinned wickedly.
Oh, it was clear that he ws going to do just that, and then some.
Lucky him.
“Buckle up, M'eudail. You’re about to scream my name and annoy the neighbors. I’m about to make you never forget who owns this body.”
With that, he dropped his hand roughly on the tattoo on his leg, slapping the flesh as hard as he could.
Graham’s body bucked.
And he nearly came.
