Mine

Blake Mitchell does not do break-ups. Joey Mills cheats once, admits it after drinks, and learns real fast that Blake plans to fuck the truth out of him instead. Joey drops to his knees like he was born there, letting that pretty face get used until spit runs down his chin and Blake’s cock owns his throat. Blake talks the whole time—low, cocky, filthy—telling the boy exactly whose mouth it is. When he’s ready for more, he flips Joey over, spits on two fingers and drives them straight up that tight hole, stretching him while he strokes Joey’s cock like he’s already paid for it. “Say it,” Blake growls, and Joey gasps that the hole belongs to Blake. Satisfied for now, Blake yanks his fingers free and slams in raw, pounding until the headboard rattles. He flips Joey onto his back, makes the boy climb on top, and watches that ass swallow every inch like a filthy pogo stick. Joey rides hard, thighs burning, until Blake decides he’s had enough control. One quick flip and Joey’s on his stomach again, Blake drilling like he’s trying to fuck the apology deeper. Joey jerks himself off under the pounding and shoots across his own smooth chest. Blake pulls out, stands over him, and paints that guilty face with thick ropes, making sure every drop lands where Joey can taste it. Spent, Blake leans down, kisses him hard, and reminds him with a grin, “You’re mine.”