It had been a battle not to erupt then and there. For him, nothing was sexier than a dominant offering up some pain and pleasure.
And this man…
He was as alpha as they came.
Graham remembered their first time together, hidden away behind a barracks on base. He’d fucked him upright, against the wall, and he’d cum so many times he nearly collapsed after the fact.
He’d taken his ass in abandon, and set the pace for their relationship. If Graham had a pound for every time he’d given him a blowjob, on the cusp of being caught, they both could retire.
He loved when this man was beyond rough.
Oh, God.
Graham was sure that this was going to kill him—if he wasn’t already dead.
Bet.
On.
It.
Shoving a pillow under his hips, D’Artangnan manhandled him, and Graham loved it. He felt so helpless and trapped all at one time.
Holy fuck.
He was already about to cum, and the man hadn’t even touched his ass yet. When he did, he was going to blow repeatedly.
Before D’Artangnan, and after him, there had never been a man who could do that to him. He’d let strangers fuck him in an alley because he wanted to be degraded.
He’d let D’Artangnan fuck him in an alley because he wanted to be owned.
He wanted to be this man’s property.
Forever.
He only wished he could go back and make that happen. He would have served D’Artangnan and his high sex drive on his knees.
DAILY.
He would have waited by their door for him to come home, mouth open, naked, and ready to be fucked.
That’s how much he craved this man.
It.
Was.
Endless.
As D’Artangnan took Graham’s weeping dick in his mouth, he blew him, not being gentle, at all.
That wasn’t his job.
As his Top, his job was to make him obey, and to fill his hot ass with cum.
As much as he could.
His duty, as his master, was to make sure his bottom was so thoroughly sexed, he wanted nothing more than to be his forever.
