Chapter 14 Victor
VICTOR
Ican’t fucking believe how good this feels. Every time I drive into him, Theo’s tight heat grips me like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The contrast of his slender body beneath my hands is driving me insane—I can span nearly half his waist with my fingers, my palms rough against his smooth skin.
“Take it,” I growl, unable to stop the words pouring out. “Take all of Daddy’s cock.”
The mirrors surrounding us multiply the image of our bodies, and holy shit—seeing him like this from every angle is dizzying.
I’ve never been turned on by watching myself before, but seeing how I dwarf him, how my cock disappears into his tight little ass, how his back arches to take me deeper—it’s making me feral.
“Look how fucking small you are,” I pant, gripping his hips tighter, pulling him back onto me with each thrust. “Made to take this cock.”
Theo moans beneath me, pushing back against my thrusts, taking me impossibly deeper. I’m struggling to maintain control, to not absolutely lose myself in the animalistic need to claim and possess. I tilt my head back, eyes squeezed shut, trying to regain some semblance of control—
And that’s when I see it.
“Fuck,” I groan, eyes widening at the sight above me. The fucking ceiling is mirrored, too.
What I see above us is almost too much; Theo before me, his back in a deep arch, my cock splitting him open. I can see how his body yields to mine from a new angle.
“You see that?” I grab Theo’s hair, yanking his head back so he has to look up. “See how perfect you look taking me from every angle?”
I grip Theo’s waist, my hands nearly encircling him completely, and with one fluid motion, I lift him off the bench.
“I want to see your face when I fuck you,” I growl, flipping him onto his back. “Want you to watch what I do to you.”
His body is so light in my hands, so easy to maneuver.
I position him on the leather bench on his back, spreading his legs wide.
His eyes dart upward to the mirrored ceiling, and I follow his gaze.
Fuck. The view is obscene—his legs splayed open, his hole glistening with lube, my thick cock poised at his entrance.
“Look at that,” I command, pressing forward slowly, watching his expression in the mirror as I breach him again. “Look at how tiny your little ass is swallowing my cock.”
Theo moans, eyes locked on our reflection as I sink into him inch by inch. The contrast is fucking mind-blowing—my thick shaft disappearing into his body, his hole stretching impossibly around me.
“Jesus Christ,” I pant, bottoming out inside him. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I start a rhythm that’s deep, watching in the ceiling mirror. Every thrust forces a beautiful sound from Theo’s throat, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
My hand moves between us, wrapping around his cock. It’s mouthwatering—long, elegant, and so large in comparison to his slender frame. Precum glistens at the tip as I stroke him in time with my thrusts.
“Your cock is so fucking gorgeous,” I murmur, my thumb circling the head. “Pretty like the rest of you.”
He arches, pushing himself further onto my shaft and into my hand simultaneously. The dual sensation makes him gasp, his eyes fluttering between staying open to watch and closing from the intensity.
“That’s it, wildfire,” I encourage, my strokes matching my thrusts. “Watch Daddy fuck you.”
Theo’s breathing becomes more ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I pound into him. His fingers dig into the leather bench, knuckles white from the effort.
“Fuck, slow down,” he gasps, eyes wide as they flicker between my face and our reflection above. “I’m going to come if you’re not careful.”
Something primal ignites in me at his words. The thought of making him lose control, of watching him come undone beneath me, sends a surge of power through my veins.
“Good,” I growl, increasing my pace, my hand stroking his cock. “I intend to fuck a couple of loads out of those pretty balls before we’re through.”
The effect is immediate. Theo’s back arches off the bench, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his cock pulses in my grip. Hot, pearly streams of cum erupt across his stomach and chest, his body clenching around me in waves that nearly push me over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, riding the waves of his orgasm.
I slow my thrusts but remain buried deep inside him, savoring the rhythmic squeezing of his body around my shaft. His breathing is heavy, eyes glazed with pleasure as he stares up at me.
Without breaking eye contact, I lean down, my cock pulsing inside him, and drag my tongue through the mess on his chest. The salt-bitter taste floods my mouth as I lap up every drop, cleaning his skin with broad strokes of my tongue.
“Holy shit,” Theo moans, watching me with wide eyes. “You’re the hottest Daddy ever.”
His words send another jolt of arousal through me. I’ve never been called that by anyone before Theo, never wanted to be—but hearing it from his lips makes me feel like I could conquer the world.
The sight of Theo beneath me, his body still trembling from his orgasm, ignites something fierce inside me. Something possessive. Territorial. I’ve never felt this way about anyone or anything before—not a woman, not even my own damn club.
“Do you call anyone else that?” I demand, voice rough as gravel. “Does anyone else fuck you like this?”
Theo’s eyes widen slightly, his lips curving into that knowing smile that drives me crazy. He doesn’t answer immediately, and the thought of him with someone else—someone else making him feel like this, someone else being called Daddy—makes my blood boil.
I grip his jaw, forcing him to look directly at me. “I’m the only one who gets to be your Daddy. You understand me? The only fucking one you’ll ever need.”
The possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. A week ago, I couldn’t admit I wanted a man. Now I can’t stand the thought of sharing him.
Theo’s eyes darken with desire at my words. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip, a gesture so simple yet so deliberately seductive it makes my cock throb inside him.
“That’s fine with me,” he purrs, his voice velvet and sin. “If you’re going to service this ass regularly.” He clenches around me to emphasize his point, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. “I need a Daddy who can keep up with me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, the challenge in his words making my heart race. My hand slides between us, wrapping around his cock, which is already hard again—solid as rock against his stomach. The responsiveness of his body is enough to make me lose my mind.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, stroking him slowly. “Already ready for more.”
His cock pulses in my grip, hot and heavy. I love the feel of it in my hand, craving the feel of making him come again and again. The way his breath hitches when I run my thumb over the sensitive head makes me feel powerful in a way that’s entirely new.
Theo’s eyes travel over my body, taking in my size, the muscles in my arms, and my chest. His gaze is hungry, appreciative.
“You know,” he says, voice husky with lust, “with how fucking strong you are, you could easily pick me up and fuck me standing.”
My cock pulses inside him at the suggestion. The thought of lifting his compact body, of having complete control of his every movement—Christ, it’s almost too much.
“You want that?” I ask, already knowing the answer from the way his pupils dilate.
“You have no idea.” He runs his hands along my biceps, squeezing the muscle. “I’ve never found anyone with the right combination of size, strength, and stamina to really do it properly.” His voice drops lower. “I want to experience it. With you.”
A dark hunger ignites at his words. I’ve always taken pride in my physical abilities, but knowing Theo—who clearly has had his share of experienced partners—sees something unique in me stokes a fire I didn’t know existed.
“I want to give you that,” I tell him, voice rough with desire. “Want to show you what this body can do to yours.”
Without withdrawing from him, I slide my arms under his thighs. Theo immediately understands, wrapping his arms around my neck, his body pressing against mine. In one fluid motion, I lift him off the bench.
“Holy shit,” Theo gasps as I straighten, his entire weight supported easily by my arms.
The sensation is unbelievable—his body feels even tighter around me in this position, gravity working with us. His legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I adjust my grip, holding him securely.
“Feel every inch of me,” I growl, tilting my head back to look into those intense dark eyes. “Taking all of me, right up in the air. So fucking light in my hands.”
I lift Theo higher, my hands gripping his ass cheeks, spreading them wide as I drive upward. His weight is nothing to me—I could hold him like this for hours.
“Look how fucking easy it is for me to use you,” I growl, bouncing him on my cock. “This is what you wanted? To be my little fuck toy in the air?”
His arms tighten around my neck, face buried against my shoulder. Each thrust drives a moan from his throat, the vibrations rippling against my skin.
“Answer me,” I demand, stilling his movements. “Is this what you fucking wanted?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he gasps, pulling back enough to meet my eyes. “Exactly what I wanted.”
I walk us toward the wall, each step shifting my cock inside him, drawing out little whimpers. When his back hits the mirror, I press him against it, using the leverage to thrust even deeper.
“Look at us,” I command, nodding toward the reflection beside us. “Look how my cock disappears into that tight little hole. You feel how deep I am?” I pant against his ear, grinding into him. “No one’s ever fucked you this deep, have they?”
“No,” he moans, head falling back against the mirror. “No one.”
I speed up, each thrust lifting him slightly off my cock before gravity slams him back down. The wet sounds of his lubed hole swallowing me fill the room, mixing with our harsh breathing.
“Gonna mark this ass,” I growl, fingers digging into his flesh. “Gonna come so fucking deep you’ll taste it.”
His cock is trapped between our bodies, leaving wet streaks against my abs. I adjust my grip, supporting his entire weight with one arm while my other hand wraps around his length.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
Theo’s eyes lock with mine, dark and wild as I thrust up into him against the mirror. His expression shifts, something unhinged breaking loose behind those eyes.
“You think you’re fucking me?” he growls, voice suddenly harsh and demanding. “No, Daddy, I’m fucking you. I’m taking that cock exactly how I want it.”
The shift in his tone makes my rhythm falter. Jesus Christ.
“Feel how my ass is milking you?” He pants, grinding down against me. “I’ve been dreaming of this cock since Julian’s after-party. Imagining you losing control inside me again.”
His words are vicious, filthy, his voice commanding and yet desperate.
“You’re gonna fill me up, aren’t you?” He yanks my hair, forcing my head back. “Gonna pump that hot cum deep in my guts where it belongs?”
“Fuck, Theo—”
“I fucking need it,” he hisses, his body clenching rhythmically around me. “Need your load breeding my tight little hole. Want to feel it leaking out of me for days.”
His words are sending me spiraling. I’ve never heard anything so filthy, so demanding, so fucking hot in my life.
“Give it to me,” he commands, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m so fucking close. Want you to pump me full while I paint your chest.”
I fuck him against the mirrored wall harder, faster, my entire body tensing as I feel my orgasm building. Theo’s hand moves between us, stroking himself rapidly.
“That’s it,” he moans, his breathing ragged. “I can feel you getting bigger. You’re gonna blow, aren’t you, Daddy?”
I can’t form words, just grunts and groans as my hips snap upward.
“Now,” Theo demands, his body arching. “Fucking breed me NOW.”
I explode inside him with a roar, my entire body shuddering as I pump pulse after pulse of hot cum deep into his ass. Through my haze, I feel the warm splash of Theo’s release hitting my chest, his cock jerking between us as he paints my skin with thick ropes of cum.