The Dark Side

Johnny Brosnan's pulse races, his skin flushed from spilling his deepest fantasies to Adam Wolfe. Five seconds tick by—harsh, urgent. He locks eyes with Adam and names the one he craves: a raw, unrelenting claiming. Adam doesn't hesitate. He hurls Johnny to the cold floor, muscles coiled like a predator's spring. Fingers claw at Johnny's jeans, ripping the denim apart with a savage tear that echoes in the room. Adam dives in, tongue lashing Johnny's hole, devouring it with hungry laps until slickness drips down thighs, a glistening promise of what's next. Then Adam surges forward, slamming his cock deep inside. Thrusts pound brutal and deep, shaking Johnny's core. Moans erupt, wild and unchecked—too loud, too desperate. Adam clamps a hand over Johnny's mouth, gagging him silent as he delivers the final, punishing strokes, bodies locked in fierce surrender.