Page 18 of Clay

The heist, the club, the talk—it can wait.

Right now, it’s him, us, and the pull I can’t fight.

I want him, bad, and Dylan is making it damn clear he wants me too. It’s time to take this further…

Before either one of us know what’s happening, we’re tearing our clothes off in a flurry of wild, animalistic lust. The time for dancing around is over.

“Here,” Dylan says, breathless as he tosses his briefs onto the floor and scurries over toward the kitchen table and bends himself over the edge of the oak table. “From behind. Hard. Fast. Make me yours again, Daddy.”

I growl and waste no time in taking Dylan by the hips and kicking his legs out wider.

There’s no doubting it. Dylan still has the same wild side to him that he did back in the day. And his body is even hotter now thathe’s a few years older - he’s still petit but there’s a fuller, juicier side to him now too, and I’m all there for it.

I’m one lucky sonofabtich to be in this position, there’s no doubting that. A Daddy and his horny boy, it doesn’t get much better than that - except perhaps when there’s the kind of shared history that me and Dylan have together.

“Put it in me,” Dylan pleads, pushing his ass out and spreading his cheeks to reveal his tight, pink ass hole. “I need this, Clay. I needyou. I need your big, hard, Daddy dick to make me holler.”

I spit in my hand and lube my rock-hard cock, pushing it up against his puckered hole. It only take a moment and I can feel him take me inside, Dylan’s loud moan of desire telling me that everything is as it should be.

“D-D-D-Daddy…” Dylan groans, turning his head and looking up at me with an expression of total animalistic arousal.

“How hard?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“All the way hard,” Dylan says, his breathing heavy and his small but firm pecs up against the surface of the table. “Don’t hold back. Not even in the slightest. I’m a naughty boy and I need to be punished by my motorcycle Daddy.”

No more words need to be spoken.

I might be the leader of the Wolf Riders MC, but Dylan is the one giving the orders right now.

I waste no time as I duly give Dylan the hardest, gruffest fuck of his life as I make his cheeks clap in time with my thrusts.

I knew it would feel good. All these years, I never doubted that our connection would still be there. But honestly, I could never have predicted that it would feel quite like this.

I’m giving the boy everything I have and he’s taking it - just like a perfectly submissive boy should.

We cum together, our perfect timing clearly having not diminished over the years that we spent apart.

And as Dylan’s legs wobble and almost give way beneath him, I hold Dylan in place and make sure that I give the young man every last drop of my cum.

“Enough?” I grunt, a laugh in my voice as Dylan slaps his hands down on the wooden surface, satisfied and satiated.

“Enough,” Dylan giggles, turning his head to me and looking at me just like how he used to. “We’ve still go it, Daddy.”

I laugh and playfully spank Dylan’s peachy ass. Dylan’s right. We certainly do still have it.

And if there’s any justice in the world, this won’t be the last time we get to show it either…

Later, we’re tangled up in his bed, the sheets twisted around us, the room quiet except for the soft rasp of our breathing.

Dylan’s bedroom is small, cozy like the rest of his place—pale blue walls, a quilt that looks handmade, a window cracked open letting in the cool night air.

The glow of a streetlamp sneaks through the blinds, painting stripes across his bare shoulder where it peeks out from under the blanket.

The boy is pressed against me, his head on my chest, his dark hair tickling over my arm, and I can feel the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against my ribs.

My body’s still humming from what we just did, a low buzz of satisfaction, but my mind’s starting to churn again, the weight of reality creeping back in.

I shift, propping myself up on an elbow, and look down at him. Dylan’s eyes are half-lidded, soft in the dim light, but I can’t let this sit any longer.

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