Bryce groans as Christian slams into him from behind, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise. The bed creaks under their weight, the sheets tangled around their sweaty bodies. Bryce’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his cock already leaking as Christian’s thick length stretches him open, each thrust deeper than the last. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," Bryce whimpers, pushing back against every brutal stroke, his ass clenching around Christian’s cock like he’s desperate to take every inch. Christian’s grip tightens, his free hand wrapping around Bryce’s throat, not enough to choke but enough to remind him who’s in control. The slap of skin, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, Bryce’s nails scratching the headboard as he chases his release, his voice raw with need. Christian doesn’t slow down, fucking him like he owns him, because right now, he does.
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