Driving Hard

Chad Knight paces the room, heart hammering like a drum in his chest, the weight of tomorrow's vows squeezing the air from his lungs. He needs release, a way to quiet the storm. Then Jeff Hammond pulls up, all broad shoulders and easy confidence, the chauffeur turned savior with a knowing grin. Chad's hands tremble as he drops to his knees, eager lips parting to take Jeff's thick cock deep, the salty heat flooding his mouth like a balm. It works—tension uncoils with every hungry suck, every swirl of tongue along veined length. But Jeff craves more. He guides Chad to the bed, positions him just so, and thrusts in with unyielding force, that wide-stretching pound claiming every inch until Chad's world narrows to rhythm and release. Calm washes over him, satisfaction blooming like a secret shared in the afterglow.