When Scott Riley shows up at Jake Marshall’s door, both men know exactly why he is there. No pretense, no small talk, no wasted time. Jake opens the door in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that do absolutely nothing to hide the thick, semi-hard outline of the daddy cock that Scott has been craving since their last encounter.
Jake pulls the younger man inside and pins him against the hallway wall before the door even closes. His mouth finds Scott’s neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that will take days to fade. Scott melts into the daddy’s powerful frame, his hands reaching down to free the growing cock from those straining sweatpants. The weight of it in his palm makes him actually moan out loud — Jake is blessed with the kind of thick, heavy, veiny daddy cock that makes bottoms rearrange their entire schedules.
The breeding is unhurried and thorough. Jake takes Scott to bed and worships every inch of the younger man’s body before sliding inside raw, establishing a deep, rolling rhythm that makes the bed creak and the headboard bump against the wall. Scott wraps his legs around Jake’s broad back and pulls him impossibly deeper, both men lost in the primal connection of raw flesh inside raw flesh. Jake breeds him twice before they’re done — two massive loads deposited deep, cum oozing from Scott’s satisfied hole as they lie tangled together in sweaty, spent bliss.
