Se connecterDr. Webb stood up and looked down at the mess. Leo was sprawled across the chair, completely wrecked. His chest was covered in his own cum, his hole was puffy and leaking the doctor's load, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were glazed with satisfaction. He looked absolutely ruined. He looked perfec
Leo scrambled to flip over. He lay on his back across the wide arm of the chair, his head hanging off the seat side, his legs wrapped around the doctor's thick waist. Dr. Webb stepped forward and lined up his cock again. He grabbed Leo's ankles and pushed them up toward the boy's shoulders, folding
Dr. Webb did not warn him. He did not go slow. He drove his hips forward in one long, powerful, relentless thrust, burying every inch of his massive cock deep inside Leo's body. His heavy, hairy balls slapped against Leo's ass. The sound was loud and wet and obscene in the quiet therapy office.Leo'
"You are so tight," Dr. Webb murmured against his skin. He pushed his thumb deeper, feeling the boy's walls clench around the digit. "I am going to open you up, Leo. I am going to stretch this tight little hole until it is ready to take my cock. And then I am going to fuck you over this chair until
"You can put it in your mouth," the doctor said. He stepped forward, his cock hovering inches from Leo's face. "Open wide."Leo opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe from the base of the shaft to the leaking tip. The taste was salty and musky, pu
Dr. Webb's hands slid from Leo's shoulders down to his waist. His thick, warm fingers gripped the hem of Leo's white t-shirt and pulled it up slowly, deliberately, his knuckles dragging against the boy's bare stomach. The contact sent a violent shiver through Leo's body. The doctor pulled the shirt
The boardroom was no longer empty. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the sharp tang of anxiety. Twelve men sat around the mahogany table and every single one of them had once called my father a friend. Now they sat in the presence of Silas Vane like subjects before a king. And
The next morning, I woke up to the rich, bitter smell of coffee. For a few blissful seconds, I forgot. I forgot about the funeral, about the house, about the strange, tense dynamic crackling between me and Marcus. Then reality crashed down, and I pulled a pillow over my head, wishing I could smother
I stood there, frozen, my mind a complete blank. Take those sweaty clothes off. The order echoed in the silent kitchen, each word a separate, heavy stone dropping into the pit of my stomach. My sweatpants were already tented, my arousal a blatant, throbbing accusation. Stripping now felt like a diff
He was thrusting with a force that made our bodies slide across the slick stone bench. Elena was a mess of sweat and tears, her juices flooding my face as I worked her, the heat of Silas's entry into her pulsing against my lips. Silas reached forward and grabbed my cock, jerking it with a rhythmic,







