Leo
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching him open around my cock until I bottomed out with a low groan.
He was so tight, so hot even through the condom, that my vision blurred for a second.
"God… you feel perfect," I breathed, voice shaking. "So fucking tight around me… like you were made for this."
I started moving — deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against his prostate on every stroke.
Miller's hands flew to my back, his nails digging in as he moaned my name like a prayer.
"Leo… fuck, harder… give it to me."
I snapped my hips faster, pounding into him with sharp, rhythmic strokes.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with the wet squelch of lube and our ragged breathing.
Every thrust made his cock leak steadily onto his stomach.
I leaned down, biting along his collarbone while I fucked him harder.
"You like being under me, don't you? My big, strong alpha… taking every inch like a good boy."
