Micah craned his neck to watch, entranced as Damon pressed the tip up against the tiny pucker. He was prepared for it to hurt – at least a little – regardless of how loose the man had gotten him beforehand. (It was unavoidable with how large Damon was.) But as the man pressed forward – agonizingly slow as he stuffed in inch after inch – Micah realized he wasn’t prepared for how… full he’d feel.

By the time Damon was all the way in, heavy balls pressed against the crack of Micah’s ass cheeks, he felt like he was close to bursting – like a doll stuffed with too much cotton, seconds away from unraveling.

Damon was panting with restraint from where he hovered above him. “Okay?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Fucking m-move,” Micah said bossily, gasping when Damon immediately responded to the demand by carefully pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained inside him… and then ramming it back in.

Micah keened.

“Like that?”

Did this motherfucker really want to banter with Micah while his monstrous cock was shoved up his ass? Fuck him. “B-barely even felt it,” Micah managed to stutter out breathily, lying through his teeth.

“Oh? Maybe I should pull out then – let you take care of yourself.”

It was an empty threat – it had to have been. Damon was buried balls deep inside of him, his pupils were blown so wide they were practically black with desire, and Micah could see the veins popping in his arms and neck with how forcefully he was restraining himself.

But that didn’t mean Micah was about to risk it. “No, no! I’m sorry. You feel amazing. I’m so full, I feel like I’m falling apart. P-please.”

“You’re pretty when you beg. But the time for talking is over.”

That was all the warning Micah got before Damon pulled out and then thrust forward, bottoming out inside of him – again.

Fuckfuckfuck… “Fuck!”

It was like being split open, but in the best kind of way. Damon speared him on his cock again and again, setting a punishing pace. Micah’s dick remained trapped between them, so hard it ached, and he writhed helplessly, lifting his hips to try to create friction, but his hands remained trapped above his head in Damon’s unrelenting grip, so ultimately, he could do little but lie back and take it, cuss words catapulting out of his mouth between breathy moans and punched out grunts.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

(He really needed to work on expanding his vocabulary.)

When Damon released his wrists after a particularly violent thrust, Micah thought the man was finally having mercy on him.

He was mistaken.

All the man did was throw Micah’s knees over his shoulders before resecuring his hands, resuming the furious pace. The position ensured that Micah was practically bent in half, and when Damon thrust forward, impaling him on his cock, Micah wailed.