His Best-Friend’s Dad - Chapter 6: Addiction

Chapter 6: Addiction

Mark

I had Alex pinned face-down on his bed, his narrow hips yanked high off the mattress, my thick cock buried balls-deep inside his tight core for the second time that night. My large hands clamped down hard on the bones of his hips, bruising the skin as I held his athletic frame firmly in place, pounding into him with deep, relentless, heavy strokes.

The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the pitch-black room, a primal soundtrack to a betrayal that should have made me sick, but only made me crave more.

Then, Jake’s bedroom door creaked open down the hall.

The sound sliced through the dark like an executioner’s blade. Alex’s breath caught, a sharp gasp that began to rise into a dangerously loud moan as the sudden spike of adrenaline tightened his internal muscles around my shaft.

I reacted on instinct, driven by the sheer terror of exposure. I immediately clamped one massive hand over the back of his head and shoved his face firmly down into the plush pillow, smothering his cries as I kept fucking him straight through the danger.

My hips never stopped moving.

I slowed the pace down, turning the violent thrusts into long, torturous, grinding slides, burying myself to the hilt over and over again. Every deep roll of my pelvis dragged across that hyper-sensitive spot inside him, making his entire body shake and shudder underneath my weight.

He was a trapped prisoner beneath my bulk, suffocating into the fabric, completely at my mercy.

“Quiet, boy,” I growled, my voice a dark, lethal whisper right against his ear, my chest crushing his back. “Not a single sound. If you make a noise, we are both dead.”