“Are you mine, Farrow?” I growled, possessive and feral. He cried out as I speared into him brutishly. “Say it,” I demanded. “I am. Shit. I’m so fucking yours. Goddamn.” I fisted his cock and he keened again. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—” And he did, all the fuck over my hand in hot, thick spurts that made his ass clench around me and a shudder race violently through his body.
