DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
Damian riding Alex’s thigh until he spilled between them, then flipping him over the armrest to take him from behind, deep and lazy, drawing it out until Alex was begging, shaking, coming untouched just from the stretch and the rhythm.
No “I love you.” No dinners. No sleepovers. Just bodies crashing whenever the itch became unbearable.
Then came the night that felt different—not softer, just heavier.
It was a Thursday. Brutal twelve-hour day: pitch after pitch, a client screaming in the boardroom, servers crashing twice. By 9:30 p.m. the floor was deserted except for the hum of the HVAC and the glow from Damian’s office.
Alex knocked once, stepped in without waiting.
Damian was at his desk,