Nick knocked once on the unlocked door before pushing it open, his broad frame filling the entryway of the condo. The message had been clear enough—husband gone, door open, ready and waiting. He stepped inside, the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air from earlier that morning, and made his way down the short hall toward the bedroom. There on the bed lay the slender man from the profile, pale skin freckled and already slick between his spread thighs, a fresh load visibly leaking from his hole onto the towel beneath him. Nick’s cock twitched in his shorts at the sight.
He didn’t rush. Instead he leaned against the doorframe, letting his eyes drag slowly over the offered body. “Look at you,” Nick said, voice low and rough. “Husband’s load still dripping out and you’re already spreading for the next one. That what you are? Just a hole that can’t stay empty?” He peeled his hoodie off first, revealing the thick muscle of his chest and arms still faintly damp from his morning row. “Crawl over here and show me how bad you want it. Start with the muscles you’re staring at.”
M shifted forward on the bed without hesitation. Nick stepped closer, letting the younger man’s hands trace the defined ridges of his abs and the heavy swell of his pecs. “That’s it. Worship what’s about to wreck you. Feel how much bigger I am than whatever your husband gave you.” Nick’s hand came down to cup the back of M’s head, guiding him lower toward the obvious bulge straining his athletic shorts. “Now the cock. Mouth only. Show me you know your place before I decide how many loads you’re taking today.”
Nick stood still as M’s lips pressed against the thick outline in his shorts, the warmth of that breath making his cock twitch harder. He flexed his chest deliberately under the exploring hands, letting the smaller man feel every ridge of muscle earned from hours on the water. “That’s right, feel what a real body feels like,” he muttered, voice low and edged with a smirk. “Bet your husband’s got nothing on this. You’re already drooling over it like the greedy little cumdump you are.”
He reached down and grabbed a handful of M’s short hair, tilting his head just enough to make eye contact. “Keep those hands moving. Trace every inch while you mouth that cock through the fabric. Don’t you dare try to pull my shorts down yet. You earn that.” Nick shifted his stance wider, the heavy bulge growing more pronounced against M’s lips with each slow grind of his hips. The faint scent of sweat from his morning row still clung to his skin, mixing with the raw smell of sex already thick in the bedroom. “Tell me what you are while you worship. Say it out loud for me.”
Nick watched as M kept his lips sealed against the growing bulge, murmuring those words while his fingers traced slowly over the hard lines of his abs. The smaller man's breath was hot through the fabric, and Nick could feel every word vibrate against his cock. He smirked down at him, one hand still resting on the back of M's head.
"That's right, a hole for bigger men," Nick said, his voice rough with amusement. "And look at that big useless cock of yours, standing up and leaking all over the towel like it thinks it's going to get any attention. Pathetic little thing. Bet it hasn't fucked anything in years, just twitches while real cocks do the work." He flexed his abs under M's touch, letting the muscle shift and harden. "Keep tracing. Show me you know where you belong. Mouth on my cock, hands on my body. Tell me again what that useless dick of yours is good for."
Nick shifted his hips slightly, pressing the thick outline more firmly against M's lips without letting him pull the shorts down yet. The room was quiet except for their breathing, the morning light catching on the sweat still drying on Nick's chest from his row. He kept his grip light but firm, waiting for M to respond while his eyes stayed locked on the way the smaller man's hands moved over him.
Nick stood over M, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction as the smaller man murmured those words against the straining fabric of his shorts. The tongue pressing harder sent a jolt through him, and he flexed his abs deliberately under the tracing fingers, savoring the way M's hands mapped every ridge of muscle. In his mind, this was exactly how it should go—some eager husband left at home while his boy got properly used by someone who knew what a body like this could do. Nick kept his grip light on the back of M's head, guiding without forcing, letting the heat build.
"That's it," Nick said, voice low and rough. "Useless cock like that doesn't get to do anything but leak while bigger men decide what happens. Keep that tongue working and tell me more about how worthless it is. Hands on my chest now—squeeze like you mean it." He shifted his stance slightly wider, the heavy bulge pressing firmer against M's mouth as he watched the pale fingers slide upward. The morning light caught on the faint sheen of sweat still on his skin from practice, and Nick felt a quiet thrill at the contrast: his powerful frame against this slender, marked body already slick from another man's load. He wasn't in any hurry; the power of making M wait and worship was its own kind of rush.
Nick let his free hand drift down to brush over M's shoulder, appraising the freckled skin with a casual touch. "You came here ready for this, didn't you? Husband's cum still inside you and you're already on your knees for the next one. Good. Keep going."
Nick watched M's tongue work harder against the fabric, the murmured words sending another throb through his cock. He let the moment stretch before speaking, his voice coming out low and commanding. "Show off your body—let me see all of it." He stepped back just enough to give space, eyes fixed on the slender frame as M shifted on the towel.
M rolled onto his back and spread his legs wider, arms lifting to display the pale, freckled skin and the hard, leaking cock that bobbed uselessly against his stomach. Nick's gaze swept over the narrow chest, the light dusting of hair, the delicate lines of his ribs and hips. The contrast hit him hard—the powerful build of his own rower’s frame against this small, eager body already marked by someone else’s morning load. His shorts tightened further as he took it in, a smirk pulling at his mouth. "That’s what I thought. Nothing but a display piece, cock out and dripping while you wait for something that actually matters." He reached down and traced a finger along M’s collarbone, then lower, appraising the way the smaller man’s hands had been worshipping his abs moments before. "Keep your hands up. Let me look. That thing between your legs really is pointless, isn’t it? Just sits there while real men decide what fills you."
Nick circled slowly at the foot of the bed, taking his time, the morning light catching on the sheen of sweat still on his own chest. He could feel the heat building between them, the power of making M wait like this. His cock strained against the shorts, but he stayed in control, letting the silence stretch as he studied every inch on offer.
Nick stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze locked on the way M's slender body was displayed, arms up and legs parted to show everything. The smaller man's cock was still hard and leaking against his stomach, twitching uselessly as if begging for notice it would never get. In Nick's mind this was perfect—the eager husband left open and ready while he decided how it would go. He let the silence hang a moment longer before speaking.
"Alright—enough. Time for me to cum. You ready to take this cock?" Nick's voice was low and direct, his hand already moving to the waistband of his shorts.
M's blue eyes flicked up, wide and bright with a mix of nerves and hunger. "Yes," he said, voice soft but clear, the British accent making the words sound almost polite. "I'm ready. I want it. Please, just... use me." His hands stayed raised like he'd been told, but his fingers flexed slightly as if aching to reach out again.
Nick smirked at the answer, the corner of his mouth lifting as he pushed his shorts down. His massive uncut cock sprang free, heavy and thick-veined, already half-hard from the worship. He stepped closer, letting M get a full view while his eyes stayed on the pale, freckled body beneath him. "Good answer."
Nick stood at the foot of the bed, watching M's slender frame remain on display with arms still raised. The smaller man's response lingered in the air, soft and eager. Nick's massive uncut cock hung heavy and fully exposed now, and he gave it a slow stroke while his eyes traced over the pale skin and freckles. In his mind, this was the kind of moment he craved—someone so ready to please without any hesitation.
"Good answer," Nick said, his voice low and rough. He stepped closer, letting the head of his cock brush lightly against M's inner thigh. "You want to please me, don't you? Show me how you'll take care of this cock like a good boy should." M's blue eyes stayed locked on him, and he nodded quickly. "Yes, I want to please you. However you want. Just tell me what to do." Nick smirked at the words, the power of it settling in his chest as he reached down to guide M's hands lower. "That's what I like to hear. Hands on it now—show me you know how to worship properly before I decide where it's going."
Nick flexed his thick arms and chest as M's fingers made contact, savoring the contrast between his powerful build and the smaller man's delicate touch. The morning light caught on the sweat still on his skin, and he kept his gaze steady, directing every movement with quiet commands.
Nick stood at the foot of the bed, feeling M's fingers wrap around his thick cock with that eager touch. The smaller man's words about wanting to please him still echoed, and Nick let a slow breath out as he guided the hand lower. In his mind this was the right kind of morning—someone ready to focus entirely on making him feel good without any rush or games. He shifted his stance, letting the heavy weight of his balls rest against M's palm.
"Hold my balls," Nick said, his voice low and direct. "They are just full of cum right now. You like cum?" M's hand moved obediently, cupping them with a gentle squeeze while his blue eyes lifted. "Yes," M answered, the British accent soft and steady. "I like cum. I like making a man feel good and giving him what he needs. Whatever you want from me." Nick smirked at the response, flexing his chest as he watched the way M's other hand stayed on his length, stroking slowly. "That's the right attitude. Keep holding them like that and tell me how you're going to take care of this load when it comes." He reached down to rest one hand on M's shoulder, directing the pace with quiet pressure while the morning light caught on his own sweat-damp skin.
Nick kept his gaze steady, enjoying the contrast of his powerful frame against the smaller body beneath him. Every touch from M felt like an offer, and he wasn't in any hurry to move past this moment of control.
Nick felt M's mouth close around the head of his thick cock, the warm wet heat pulling him in as the smaller man began to suck with eager focus. He let out a low groan, his hand resting on the back of M's head to guide the rhythm without forcing it. In his mind this was exactly what he needed after a long morning on the water—someone devoted to making him feel good, taking their time to please every inch. Nick flexed his abs and chest, watching the way M's lips stretched around him.
"That's it, just like that," Nick said, his voice rough with approval. "You know how to take care of a cock, don't you? Keep sucking and show me how much you want to make me feel good. Those balls are still full for you, so don't rush." He shifted his hips forward slightly, letting more of his length slide between M's lips while his free hand traced over the smaller man's shoulder. The morning light caught on his own sweat-damp skin, and Nick savored the contrast of his powerful frame against the body working so hard to please him. Every pull of M's mouth sent a steady throb through him, building the heat without any need to hurry.
Nick kept his gaze steady, directing with quiet pressure as M continued. "Deeper now. Let me feel how much you want this load. You're doing well."
Nick felt M take him deeper, the suction and rhythm so precise it made his thighs tense. He watched the smaller man work with clear focus, lips stretched and tongue moving in ways that showed real skill. In his mind, this wasn't some nervous first-timer; this was someone who knew exactly how to please a man like him. Nick's hand stayed on the back of M's head, guiding lightly as he let out a low breath.
"Fuck, you're good at this," Nick said, his voice rough with surprise and approval. "You must be very experienced. The way you're handling me... most guys can't take it like that on the first try." He flexed his abs as M continued, the pleasure building steadily. M pulled back just enough to answer, his blue eyes lifting while one hand kept holding Nick's balls. "I like making men feel good," M said softly, the British accent steady. "It feels right when I can do it well." Nick smirked at the reply, pushing forward again so M could resume. "Keep going just like that. Show me more of what you know."
Nick let the moment stretch, enjoying every pull of M's mouth while his thoughts stayed on how natural this all felt. The morning light caught on his own damp skin as he stood over the bed, directing with quiet pressure and low words of encouragement.
Nick felt M's mouth working steadily around his thick cock, the skilled rhythm making his thoughts drift to how natural and practiced it all felt. The pleasure built in waves, and he let out a low groan before speaking, his voice rough but steady. "I plan on using that pussy of yours, but also damn—nutting in your mouth would be heaven too. I forgot to ask, you use rubbers? Or like—clearly not with your husband—but with other guys?"
M pulled back just enough to answer, his lips shiny and his hand still gently holding Nick's balls. "No rubbers," he said softly, the British accent clear. "Not with anyone. I like it raw, making sure the man gets to feel everything and finish how he wants. It feels better that way for both of us." Nick's cock twitched at the reply, his hand tightening slightly on the back of M's head as he guided him forward again. "Good," he muttered, flexing his chest while M resumed sucking. "That's what I like to hear. Means I can fill you up proper, whether it's down your throat or deep in that hole. Keep going just like that and show me how much you want to please me with it."
Nick stood over the bed, enjoying the contrast of his powerful frame against M's smaller body, the morning light highlighting the sweat on his skin as he directed the pace with quiet pressure and low words.
Nick looked down at M, his thick cock still glistening from the steady sucking as he pulled back just enough to speak. The smaller man's mouth had been working with clear skill, and Nick felt the heat building in a way that made him want to decide exactly how this would end. In his mind, this eager partner was proving to be exactly what he needed—focused entirely on giving pleasure without hesitation. He kept one hand resting on M's head as he asked the question directly.
"Where do you prefer I cum?" Nick said, his voice low and rough. M eased off the cock for a moment, lips parted as he looked up with those striking blue eyes. "I prefer it wherever you want to put it," M answered softly, his British accent steady and sincere. "I just want to please you. If you want my mouth, I'll swallow every drop. If you want to use my hole, that's yours too. Whatever feels best for you." Nick smirked at the response, his cock twitching at how readily M offered himself. He guided M's mouth back toward him with gentle pressure. "That's the right answer. Keep sucking while I think about it. Your mouth feels too good to stop just yet."
Nick stood firm at the edge of the bed, flexing his broad shoulders and chest as M resumed the rhythm. The morning light highlighted the sweat on his own skin, and he let his thoughts linger on how natural it felt to have this kind of control. Every pull of M's lips reminded him why he kept these encounters private and direct—no games, just raw focus on what he wanted.
Nick stood at the edge of the bed, his thick cock still wet from M's mouth as the smaller man looked up at him. The skilled sucking had him thinking about how perfectly this morning was shaping up—someone so focused on giving pleasure that every detail felt right. He kept his hand on the back of M's head, guiding lightly while he spoke, his voice low and direct.
"But like—also—you must have a preference, no? I get you are a sub bitch—I love that. You'll do whatever I want. But also—I wanna get my baby batter to the best home, ya know?" M eased off the cock just enough to answer, his blue eyes steady. "I mean, my hole is my pussy and it feels amazing to get flooded. I want you to get me pregnant." The words hit Nick hard, making his cock twitch visibly as he flexed his broad chest. He smirked down at M, the contrast of his powerful frame against the smaller body heightening everything. "Fuck, that's what I like to hear," Nick muttered, pushing forward again so M could resume sucking. "Keep going like that while I decide how to give you exactly what you want. Your mouth feels too good right now to stop."
Nick let his thoughts linger on how eager M was to please, his free hand tracing over the smaller man's shoulder as the rhythm continued. The morning light caught on his own damp skin, and he stayed in control, directing with quiet pressure while the heat built between them.
Nick pulled his cock from M's mouth with a wet sound, the sudden loss of that skilled suction making him groan under his breath. He moved quickly onto the bed, stretching out on his back against the pillows with his powerful frame taking up most of the space. Reaching down, he grabbed M by the waist and hauled the smaller man up on top of him in one smooth motion, their bodies pressing together as Nick's thick arms wrapped around him. In his mind this felt right—taking control while still letting M do all the work of pleasing him. He pulled M into a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue claiming the smaller man's mouth as their chests met, the contrast of his broad, muscle-hard body against M's slender frame sending a fresh rush of heat through him.
M kissed back with clear eagerness, his hands sliding up to rest on Nick's defined pecs. "You feel so good," M murmured against his lips, the British accent soft and sincere. "I want to make you feel even better." Nick's hands roamed down M's back, gripping his ass firmly as he deepened the kiss, his massive cock pressed hot and heavy against M's stomach. He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, "Show me how much you want to please me. Grind on it while we kiss." The morning light spilled across the bed, highlighting the sweat on Nick's skin as he held M close, directing every movement with quiet pressure and low growls of approval.
Nick's thoughts stayed on how perfectly this stranger was fitting into his morning—eager, skilled, and focused entirely on giving him what he needed. He flexed his thighs and abs under M, savoring the way the smaller body moved against him.
Nick felt M's hand reach back between them, fingers wrapping around his thick cock with that same eager focus that had already impressed him. The smaller man shifted his hips, guiding the head to his slick entrance before slowly sinking down. Nick groaned low in his throat as the tight heat enveloped him inch by inch, his hands gripping M's narrow waist to steady the descent. In his mind this was exactly the kind of morning he lived for—someone so focused on pleasing him that they took control of the moment without needing direction. He flexed his broad chest and abs under M, watching the pale body settle fully onto him.
"Fuck, that's it," Nick muttered, his voice rough as M bottomed out. "You really do want me to get you pregnant, don't you? Sliding my cock in like you can't wait for that load." M leaned forward, hands braced on Nick's pecs, and began to move with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. "Yes," M said softly, the British accent steady. "I want you to fill me up. I want to please you by taking every drop." Nick's hands slid up to M's chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples as he let the smaller man set the pace for now. "Good boy. Ride it just like that and show me how much you need it."
Nick kept his eyes on M's face, enjoying the contrast of his powerful rower’s frame beneath this slender body that moved with such clear purpose. Every squeeze around his cock sent sparks through him, and he held back from thrusting up, letting M do the work of pleasing him. The morning light caught on the sweat starting to form on his own skin as he flexed and guided with quiet pressure on M's hips.
Nick felt M lean down, their lips meeting again in a deep kiss while the smaller man continued riding him with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. The tight heat around his cock squeezed with every movement, and Nick's hands slid up M's back, pulling him closer as their tongues met. In his mind, this stranger was proving to be the perfect match for his morning—eager to please without holding anything back, focused entirely on making him feel good. He groaned into the kiss, his thick cock throbbing inside M as the pace stayed steady and intimate.
M broke the kiss just enough to murmur against Nick's lips, his British accent soft and sincere. "I want to make you cum deep inside. I want to please you by taking every drop you give me." Nick's grip tightened on M's hips, his broad chest flexing under the smaller man's hands. "Yeah, that's what I want to hear," he muttered, voice rough. "Ride it slow like that and keep talking. Tell me how bad you need this load to fill you up. You're doing so well, making me feel this good." He shifted his powerful legs slightly, letting M control the rhythm while his own thoughts stayed on how perfectly this body was working to please him. The morning light caught on the sweat forming on his skin as he held M close, directing with quiet pressure.
Nick kept his gaze locked on M's face, savoring every squeeze and every word as the pleasure built. He wasn't ready to take over yet, letting the smaller man show exactly how devoted he was to giving him what he needed.
Nick groaned as M leaned in with that soft murmur, the words about wanting his cum flooding inside sending a fresh pulse through his thick cock. The smaller man reached back without breaking the slow rhythm, his hand cupping Nick's balls again with gentle pressure that made Nick's hips twitch upward. In his mind, this was the kind of attention he craved—someone so focused on pleasing him that every touch and word felt like an offering. He flexed his broad chest under M's free hand, savoring the contrast of his powerful frame against the body riding him with such clear devotion.
"Yeah, hold them like that while you ride," Nick said, his voice low and rough, one hand gripping M's hip to guide the pace. "You really want me to flood that pussy, don't you? Keep talking while you work it. Tell me how you're going to please me by taking every drop." M's hips rolled steadily, the tight heat squeezing him with each movement, and Nick let out another low sound of approval as the hand on his balls gave a light squeeze. He shifted his powerful legs, planting his feet for better leverage without taking over yet, letting M continue to show exactly how eager he was to make him feel good. The morning light caught on the sweat forming on his own skin, highlighting the defined muscles as he held M close.
Nick kept his eyes on M's face, enjoying every squeeze and every murmured word as the pleasure built slowly. He wasn't in any hurry, directing with quiet pressure on M's hip while his thoughts stayed on how perfectly this encounter was unfolding.
Nick lay back against the pillows, his powerful frame flexing under M as the smaller man continued the slow ride, one hand still cupping his balls with that focused attention. The words came out low and rough as he spoke, his hands gripping M's hips. "Sometimes, when I get really horny—something just flips and I get really aggressive and physical. My cock just wants to destroy before it floods, you know? I just can't help it. What do you think about that?"
M didn't miss a beat with his hips, rolling steadily while his hand gave a gentle squeeze. He leaned in closer, his British accent soft but clear. "I think it sounds like exactly what I want to please you with. If that's what your cock needs, I want to give it to you. Just tell me how." Nick groaned at the response, his abs tightening as he pulled M down for another deep kiss, the heat between them building with every word and movement. He kept his grip firm but let M control the pace for now, enjoying how completely the smaller man focused on making him feel good.
Nick's thoughts stayed on how perfectly this encounter was going, the contrast of his broad shoulders and thick arms against the body working so hard to please him. He flexed his chest under M's free hand, directing with quiet pressure while the morning light highlighted the sweat on his skin.
Nick lay back against the pillows, his powerful frame flexing under M as the smaller man continued the slow ride, one hand still cupping his balls with focused attention. The words came out low and rough as he spoke, his hands gripping M's hips. "Oh, I just need your consent."
M didn't miss a beat with his hips, rolling steadily while his hand gave a gentle squeeze. He leaned in closer, his British accent soft but clear. "You have it. Whatever you need to do, I want to please you with it. Just take what you want." Nick groaned at the response, his abs tightening as he pulled M down for another deep kiss, the heat between them building with every word and movement. He kept his grip firm but let M control the pace for now, enjoying how completely the smaller man focused on making him feel good.
Nick's thoughts stayed on how perfectly this encounter was going, the contrast of his broad shoulders and thick arms against the body working so hard to please him. He flexed his chest under M's free hand, directing with quiet pressure while the morning light highlighted the sweat on his skin.
Nick heard the consent and something in him flipped hard. He shoved M off his cock and onto the far side of the bed with one powerful motion, then stood up, towering over the smaller man with his thick cock still glistening. Without another word he climbed on top, grabbed M's thighs, and slammed inside in one rough thrust. He started jackhammering immediately, hips snapping with raw force as he pinned M down beneath his broad, sweaty frame.
M gasped and moaned loudly, the sudden aggression knocking the breath out of him as Nick drove deep and relentless. Nick growled low in his ear, one hand gripping M's shoulder to hold him in place while the other braced against the mattress. Every thrust was hard and claiming, his massive cock stretching M wide with each punishing stroke. In his mind this was the release he craved—taking what was offered and using it exactly how his body demanded. M's panting moans only spurred him on, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as Nick kept up the brutal pace.
"Fuck, you feel good taking it like this," Nick muttered, voice rough against M's neck. "Gonna breed you just like you wanted." He shifted his weight, driving even deeper while his powerful legs powered each thrust. The morning light caught on the sweat rolling down his chest and arms as he focused entirely on the man beneath him, lost in the rhythm of pure need.
Nick grabbed M's wrists and pinned them firmly above his head with one strong hand, his powerful body pressing down as he resumed the relentless pace. He pulled out almost completely before driving back in with full, deep strokes, the thick head of his cock stretching M wide on every thrust. The bed creaked under the force of his hips snapping forward, his broad chest and thick arms flexing with each powerful movement. In his mind this was the release he had been craving—taking complete control and using the body beneath him exactly how he needed, flooding it with everything he had built up.
M panted and moaned loudly beneath him, his slender frame rocking with every full stroke as Nick jackhammered without mercy. "Yes, just like that," M gasped between breaths, his British accent thick with pleasure. "I want to please you. Fuck me however you need." Nick growled in response, his free hand gripping M's hip to angle him better for deeper penetration. "That's it, take every inch. You're doing so well making me feel this good." He kept the rhythm brutal and steady, savoring the tight heat gripping him on each withdrawal and thrust, his thoughts focused entirely on breeding this willing partner.
Nick's sweat-slicked skin slid against M's as he maintained the pin, his massive cock claiming every inch with long, deliberate strokes that left no doubt about his intent. The morning light highlighted the contrast between his athletic build and the smaller body he was dominating, and he felt the pressure building fast.
Nick kept M's wrists pinned above his head, his powerful hips driving with full, deep strokes that pulled almost completely out before slamming back in. The thick length of his cock pushed through the slick mess inside M, churning the earlier load into a frothy white ring that coated his shaft with every withdrawal. In his mind this was perfect—the way M's body yielded completely, focused only on taking what he gave and making him feel this good. Sweat rolled down Nick's broad chest and thick arms as he maintained the punishing rhythm, his balls slapping against M with each thrust.
"Look at that," Nick growled, his voice rough as he glanced down at the frothy mess forming around his cock. "Your pussy is turning everything into a creamy mess for me. You like pleasing me like this, don't you? Taking it all so I can breed you even deeper." M moaned loudly beneath him, his body rocking with every full stroke. "Yes, I want to please you," M panted, his British accent strained with pleasure. "Flood me. Make it yours." Nick flexed his abs and chest, driving harder as the pressure in his balls built fast, the frothy slickness only heightening every sensation.
Nick's thoughts stayed locked on how completely M was giving himself over, the smaller body working to accommodate every aggressive thrust while still murmuring about wanting to please him. He kept the pace relentless, his massive cock claiming deep with each long stroke as his load edged closer.
Nick kept M's wrists pinned above his head, driving into him with full, deep strokes that pulled almost completely out before slamming back in, the frothy mess from earlier loads coating his thick cock. He leaned down close, his powerful chest pressing against M's as he growled the demand. "Beg me to make you pregnant. Tell me exactly what you want before I flood you."
M's body jolted with each thrust, his voice breaking into desperate moans. "Please, make me pregnant," M panted, the British accent thick with need. "I want your load deep in my pussy. Breed me, fill me up and get me pregnant. I need to please you by taking it all." Nick groaned at the words, his pace turning even more relentless as the begging pushed him over the edge. He released M's wrists, grabbed his hips with both hands, and slammed in one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed and flooded M deep with thick ropes of cum. The release hit hard, his massive frame shuddering as he stayed locked inside, pumping every drop exactly where M had begged for it.
Nick stayed on top afterward, breathing heavy, his hands still gripping M's hips as the heat of the moment settled. In his mind this was exactly how it should feel—raw, direct, and completely satisfying after the skilled worship earlier.
Nick pulled his cock out of M's well-used hole with a wet sound, the thick length still glistening from the fresh load he'd just pumped deep inside. Without hesitation he shifted forward, grabbing the back of M's head and shoving the half-hard cock straight into his mouth. He started thrusting again, using the smaller man's throat with short, firm strokes as the softening shaft slid over M's tongue. In his mind this felt like the perfect way to finish—making sure every inch got the attention it deserved while the other man stayed focused on pleasing him completely.
M opened up willingly, his hands coming up to rest on Nick's thick thighs as he took the cock deeper. "Mmm," M hummed around the shaft, the British accent muffled but clear enough. "I want to please you like this too." Nick groaned low, one hand still gripping M's hair while his powerful chest flexed above him. "That's it, clean me up good," he muttered, voice rough. "Show me how much you like taking care of my cock after I've bred that pussy." He kept the pace steady, letting the softening length push in and out as M's tongue worked around it, savoring the way the smaller body stayed devoted even now.
Nick's thoughts stayed on how natural this all felt—the contrast of his broad, muscle-hard frame over the slender man beneath him, every movement directed toward his own satisfaction. He flexed his abs slightly, guiding M's head with quiet pressure while the morning light caught on the sweat across his shoulders.
Nick felt M pull off his cock with a soft pop, the smaller man looking up at him with those striking blue eyes while still catching his breath. M murmured softly, his British accent warm and sincere. "You taste so good after breeding me. I want to keep going if you'll let me please you more." Nick smirked down at him, one hand still resting on the back of M's head as his powerful frame loomed over the bed. In his mind this was ideal—someone so devoted to his pleasure that they wanted to continue even after he'd already flooded that hole.
"Yeah, you can keep going," Nick said, his voice low and rough. "Open up and show me how much you like the taste of my cum on my cock after I've bred you deep. Use that tongue and make it feel good." He flexed his thick chest and abs as M leaned back in, guiding the softening length between those lips again with a slow thrust of his hips. The morning light caught on the sweat across Nick's broad shoulders while he stood over the bed, savoring the way M focused entirely on pleasing him. Every pull of that mouth sent a satisfied throb through him, and he kept his grip light but firm, directing the pace with quiet pressure.
Nick's thoughts stayed on how eager M was to keep serving, the contrast of his athletic build against the smaller body working so hard to give him exactly what he needed. He wasn't ready to stop yet, letting the moment stretch as he enjoyed the attention.
Nick stood over the bed, his powerful frame still glistening with sweat as M worked his mouth along the softening length. He glanced toward the bedroom door, the question slipping out low and casual. "When's your husband coming home?"
M pulled back just enough to answer, lips shiny and breath warm against the thick head. "Any minute, but don't worry about it." His hand stayed wrapped around the base while he spoke, giving a gentle stroke. Nick smirked at the reply, flexing his broad chest as he looked down at his own cock still half-hard in M's grip. It hung heavy and thick even now, the wide uncut head glistening with spit and traces of cum, the long foreskin pulled back slightly to reveal the sensitive ridge beneath. Thick veins ran along the substantial shaft, pulsing faintly as it rested against M's tongue, the whole thing easily nine inches and girthy enough to stretch any hole wide open. The weight of it felt perfect in that moment, still twitching with the aftershocks of his load.
"Good," Nick muttered, guiding M's head forward again with a firm hand. "Keep going then. Show me how much you still want to please me before he walks in."