Driver

The sleek black limo glides to a halt outside the luxury hotel, its engine humming like a secret promise. Erik Rhodes, the driver in his crisp uniform, steps out to greet his client. Derrick Vinyard emerges, all sharp suits and sharper eyes, a man who commands rooms without raising his voice—yet. He barks his first order curtly: 'Pick up my bags.' Erik obeys, muscles flexing under the fabric as he hauls the leather suitcases into the trunk. But Derrick's gaze lingers, hungry and unyielding. The air thickens with unspoken intent. 'Bend over,' Derrick snaps next, his tone slicing through the evening hush like a blade. Erik complies, bracing against the cool metal of the limo, heart pounding. Derrick wastes no time. He yanks Erik's pants down, exposing firm ass cheeks that clench in anticipation. With a swift unzip, Derrick frees his thick cock, already rock-hard and throbbing. He spits into his palm, slicks himself up, then thrusts in deep—raw, relentless. Erik gasps, the stretch burning sweet as Derrick pounds him against the car, balls slapping skin in a filthy rhythm. Derrick grips Erik's hips hard enough to bruise, growling commands between grunts: 'Take it all, you eager slut.' Sweat beads on their skin; the limo rocks subtly with each brutal drive. Derrick doesn't hold back, fucking Erik until his own release surges, hot seed spilling deep inside. Erik shudders, spent and marked, the encounter etching itself into memory like a brand—a fucking he'll replay in fevered dreams for nights to come.