Derrick's POV
I released his wrists but kept him pinned under me as I reached for his thighs, pulling him onto my lap. I slid the toy out slowly, earning another shaky moan from him—then, without warning, I lined myself up and sank into him in one long, punishing thrust.
Nathan screamed my name.
His arms wrapped around my neck instinctively as I bottomed out inside him, burying every inch. He was still pulsing from the toy, too tight, too hot—it felt like heaven and sin in one perfect squeeze.
I didn't give him time to adjust. My hands gripped his waist, forcing him to bounce on my cock, up and down, over and over. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the room, mixed with his cries and my growls. His eyes rolled back, his body surrendering to every brutal stroke.
"You're mine," I hissed, biting into his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
He nodded frantically, unable to form words, only gasps and whimpers.
"Say it."
"I—I'm yours!" he cried. "Only yours!"
