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Maksim moans loudly around my dick in reply, and the vibration shoots straight through me. His hips jerk violently on the bed, his own dick twitching and spilling precum all over his abs in messy streaks. The sight of him so desperate and so broken for me feeds the dark possessiveness clawing at my chest.

“That’s right,” I rasp. “Choke on me, baby. Show me how badly you need to be owned.”

I start thrusting faster, fucking his throat with long, brutal strokes. The angle is fucking perfect. I can see the way his neck distends every time I bury myself to the hilt, and I can feel his throat convulsing and fluttering around me as if it’s trying to pull me deeper. His hands clutch desperately at my thighs, not pushing me away but yanking me closer.

“Fuck, just like that,” I growl, voice rough and possessive. “You wanted me to shut you up? This is what you get. My dick owning your throat until I fuck every last bit of that jealous, obsessive bullshit out of you.”

He whimpers and gags loudly around me, his body struggling for relief. I pull out suddenly, strings of saliva and precum connecting his swollen lips to my glistening cock. He coughs out more precum and saliva as he gasps for air, but I slap him lightly across the cheek, just enough to make his eyes roll back with pleasure.

“Swallow,” I command, slapping him again this time harder, before grabbing his chin roughly. “Swallow it like a good fucking slut.”

He does. His throat working visibly as he obeys, eyes hazy with lust and submission. The second he does, I bury my dick back in one brutal thrust, holding myself deep and grinding against his face as his throat spasms wildly around me.

“God, yes,” I groan, feeling the tight heat squeeze me. “Look at you. Choking so beautifully for me.”

I hold there for long seconds, savoring the way his throat milks me, before finally pulling back. He gasps desperately, drool running down his chin, lips swollen and wrecked.

“You like sucking this big cock, don’t you, baby?” I say, gripping his hair so he’s forced to look up at me, head still hanging off the edge. “You want more?”

“Yes,” he rasps, voice hoarse and broken, eyes glassy with tears and raw obsession. “I love the way you taste, Tristan. Give me more. I want all of you.”

“Beg me,” I demand, voice dark and commanding. “I want to hear how badly you need me to destroy this throat.”

“Fuck… please, Tristan,” he begs, voice cracking with pure desperation. “Please fuck my throat. Use it. Pump your load down it. I can take it all. Please, I want it.”

That broken, needy sound nearly undoes me.

“That’s my good boy,” I murmur, positioning my cock back against his face. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

He opens wide immediately. I slide back in, fucking his throat with deep, punishing strokes while he moans around me like he’s in heaven. Then I pull out again, gripping my cock and pressing my balls against his mouth.

“Suck on them.”

Maksim doesn’t hesitate. He takes my balls into his mouth, sucking and licking with filthy enthusiasm, tongue working over them while his hand strokes my slick cock. The wet heat, the eager sounds, the way he moans loudly with complete, obsessive devotion drives me wild.

“God damn,” I grunt, shivering with pleasure. “You sure know how to use that mouth when you’re not running it to piss me off.”

He hums around my balls, the vibration making my toes curl. I’m losing control, the possessiveness and lust twisting together into something feral.

“Take your hand off my cock,” I order. “Wrap it around yours. You’re gonna come when I do, understand? I want you to spill all over yourself while I flood your throat.”

“Yes, Sir,” he gasps, voice wrecked and obedient as he immediately wraps his hand around his leaking cock.

I slide back into his throat with a deep groan, fucking him harder, faster, chasing the tight, perfect heat and those broken, desperate sounds that are only for me.

“Faster,” I growl, voice rough and commanding as I thrust deep into his throat. “Stroke that cock for me, baby. But don’t you dare come until I do so.”

His hand moves frantically, stroking his leaking cock in tight, desperate pumps while I fuck his throat with complete recklessness.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, pleasure tightening in my balls as I feel myself dangerously close. “This throat was made for my cock. So fucking perfect.”

He chokes loudly around me, hips bucking wildly into his fist. His cock is flushed red, glistening with precum as he strokes himself harder, chasing the same edge I’m riding. The pleasure is overwhelming—tight, wet heat squeezing me rhythmically, the constant vibration of his desperate moans, the sight of his throat distending around me. It’s filthy, it’s hot, and it’s driving me out of my fucking mind.

“Get ready cause you’re gonna take every drop,” I rasp. “I’m going to flood this throat until you’re drowning in me. And you’re going to come right after me like the desperate slut you are. Understand?”

I start thrusting harder, faster, losing rhythm as the coil in my gut winds impossibly tighter. My grip on his throat tightens as I feel myself tipping over the edge.

“Shit I’m about to come down your fucking throat,” I grunt. “Oh Fuck!”