Chapter 132: You’re So Fucking Tight

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: You’re So Fucking Tight

~Third- POV~

With a deep, low growl, Frederick drew back almost all the way, then thrust in hard and deep, setting a slow, heavy, punishing rhythm that shook the heavy table beneath them.

Reynold let out a long, desperate cry of pleasure, his body arching off the wood as Frederick took complete control, claiming him.

He drove in hard and deep, the thick length of him stretching Reynold open with every powerful stroke. His dark eyes locked on Reynold’s flushed face, his voice low and rough with hunger.

"You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart," he growled, the endearment thick with possessiveness as he sank all the way in again. "Squeezing Daddy’s cock like you were made for it."

Reynold’s back arched off the table, a broken, needy sound tearing from his throat. "Daddy... ah, you’re so deep inside me." His fingers scrabbled against Frederick’s shoulders, nails biting into sweat-slick skin as another heavy thrust forced the air from his lungs. "So deep... fuck me, daddy."

Frederick gave a low, satisfied groan and set a relentless rhythm, hips snapping forward again and again.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The wet, filthy sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, skin meeting skin in a steady, punishing tempo. Each long stroke dragged almost all the way out before Frederick slammed back in to the hilt.

The slick heat of Reynold’s hole clenched greedily around him, and every precise thrust punched straight into that sensitive spot that made Reynold’s vision go white.

Reynold’s head rolled back against the table, his chest heaving as sweat coated his flushed skin. His toes curled, and his thighs shook uncontrollably around Frederick’s waist as he held on for dear life.

"Daddy—fuck!" Reynold sobbed out, his fingers digging red crescents into the hard muscles of Frederick’s back. "Slow down... no, don’t stop... harder!"

"Make up your mind, sweetheart," Frederick growled, voice rough and husky, his eyes locked on Reynold’s bliss-blown face.

He didn’t slow down.

Instead, Frederick shifted his grip, strong hands seizing Reynold’s hips with bruising force and lifting him slightly off the edge of the table. The new angle let him drive deeper. His rhythm shifted instantly from slow and heavy to rapid, relentless, and utterly possessive.

Thick cock plunging in hard and fast, hips snapping forward with brutal precision.

The heavy table groaned beneath them with every impact.

Slurp. slurp. slurp.

The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.

Reynold couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He was completely consumed, stretched open and filled to the limit by the man’s size and heat as he claimed every inch of him. Each ruthless thrust punched the air from his lungs and sent white-hot sparks of pleasure ripping up his spine.

Frederick leaned down, chest pressed tight to Reynold’s, hot breath ghosting over his burning ear.

"Look at how wet you are for me, baby," he muttered, his voice dark with hunger as he slammed into the hilt again. "Dripping for Daddy’s cock. You belonged to me the moment you let me put this ring on your finger."

Another deep, punishing thrust. Reynold’s cry broke on a sob of pure need. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You... ah! Only you, Daddy!" Reynold whimpered, voice breaking as his head fell back. His inner walls clamped down hard around Frederick’s thick shaft, pulsing and milking him with every deep thrust. "I’m yours... I’m your fiancé!"

The tight, rhythmic squeeze was pure, devastating torture. Frederick’s legendary control shattered. A low, guttural growl tore from his chest as he hauled Reynold up by the nape of his neck and crashed their mouths together in a messy, desperate kiss—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, swallowing every broken cry that tried to escape.

Below, his hips never slowed. He drove into Reynold with brutal, punishing speed, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room as he pounded him without mercy.

Reynold’s glassy eyes locked onto Frederick’s. His voice cracked on a desperate cry. "Daddy...Aaaah! Go Harder! Please, fuck me harder!"

Frederick’s rhythm stuttered for half a second. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto Reynold’s chest. His voice came out low and rough.

"You want me to go harder than this?"

Reynold nodded frantically, lips parted, breath hitching. "Yes, Daddy—"

Frederick didn’t waste another word.

In one powerful movement, he hauled Reynold up off the table, never pulling out. His thick cock still buried deep, he carried him the few steps to the nearby dining chair and lowered himself into it. Reynold landed astride his lap. Frederick’s hands clamped firmly around his waist, pinning him in place before he thrust upward—sharp, deep, relentless.

The new angle was devastating.

Every upward snap of Frederick’s hips drove his cock impossibly deeper, the thick head punching against that sensitive spot inside Reynold with brutal precision. Reynold’s head fell back, a raw scream tearing from his throat.

"Too deep... Daddy, fuck too deep!"

His hands flew up, grabbing Frederick’s face, and he crashed their mouths together in a messy, desperate kiss. Tongues tangled. Teeth clashed. Reynold moaned brokenly into Frederick’s mouth as the older man kept thrusting up hard, filling him to the limit over and over.

"Fuck me... yes, yes... just like that," Reynold sobbed against his lips. "Don’t stop, Daddy...please—"

Frederick growled and gave him exactly what he begged for.

He fucked up into him harder, deeper, the wet sounds of their bodies obscenely loud.

Reynold’s cock slapped against Frederick’s stomach with every thrust. Tears suddenly spilled from the corners of Reynold’s eyes, sliding down his flushed cheeks.

The relentless pressure on that spot inside him was too much, pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming. Reynold’s hand clamped over his own mouth, muffling the broken cries as Frederick kept driving upward inside him.

Tears spilled freely down his cheeks. His body trembled violently in Frederick’s lap, hole clenching and fluttering around the thick cock that never stopped thrusting up into him. Every upward snap of Frederick’s hips punched straight into that sensitive place, forcing sharp, high-pitched whimpers past Reynold’s fingers.

Frederick noticed the tears and the way Reynold’s eyes had gone glassy and unfocused. His rhythm faltered, and he froze mid-thrust, panic creeping into his expression. His dark eyes immediately filled with concern.

"Are you in pain, sweetheart?" he asked.

Reynold shook his head hard, his hand still pressed over his mouth. He pulled it away just enough to speak, glaring down at Frederick through tear-filled eyes, his voice wrecked and trembling.

"Stop asking! I’m not that fragile, Daddy... I was only enjoying it!"

"You are fragile to me," Frederick murmured, his voice softening as he stroked the side of Reynold’s face. "I don’t ever want to hurt you, baby. You have to tell me if it’s too much."

"No, it’s not too much," Reynold insisted, his voice trembling with emotion and lingering heat. "I love it when you go rough on me... it feels so good inside."

A slow, relieved smile curved Frederick’s mouth. He kissed Reynold softly once, twice, then carefully lifted him by the hips and eased his cock free. Reynold whimpered at the sudden emptiness, thighs trembling. Frederick let the thick, slick head rest against Reynold’s entrance, teasing, rubbing in slow circles, never quite pushing back in.

Reynold couldn’t take the teasing anymore. His hand shot between their bodies, fingers wrapping around Frederick’s shaft and guiding the flared head back to his entrance. He pushed down firmly, taking him in one long, greedy slide until he was fully seated again—every inch buried deep. A broken moan escaped his lips.

Reynold took control.

He rode Frederick with eager, desperate rolls of his hips, back arching beautifully as he rose and fell. His hands braced on Frederick’s broad shoulders for leverage, using the strength in his thighs to lift himself almost all the way off before dropping down hard. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Soft, broken moans spilled from his lips with every bounce.

Frederick’s grip tightened on Reynold’s waist. He thrust upward to meet every single drop of Reynold’s weight, hips snapping up with powerful, precise force. Each collision drove him impossibly deeper, the thick head punching against that sensitive spot inside until Reynold’s vision blurred.

They found a perfect, filthy rhythm Reynold grinding down, Frederick thrusting up, bodies moving together like they were made for this. Sweat slicked their skin. Reynold’s cock slapped wetly against Frederick’s stomach with every bounce, leaking steadily, untouched and aching. Frederick’s eyes never left Reynold’s face, watching every flicker of pleasure, every parted moan, every tear that still clung to his lashes.

"That’s it, baby," Frederick growled, voice rough with hunger. "Ride Daddy’s cock. Take every inch. You’re doing so fucking well."

Reynold’s answer was a high, desperate sob. He leaned in, crashing their mouths together in a messy, open kiss tongues sliding, teeth grazing while he kept riding harder, faster, chasing the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his gut.

Frederick met him thrust for thrust, burying himself to the root again and again with deep, heavy snaps of his hips.

"Daddy... fuck, I’m—" Reynold gasped as the pressure flared hot and sharp in his lower belly. His walls clamped down hard around Frederick’s cock, sending waves of intense friction through both of them.

"I’m going to cum again... Daddy, I’m cumming!" Reynold cried out, voice breaking.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," Frederick growled against his ear, hips snapping up harder, faster, punishing.

With a loud, desperate scream, Reynold shattered. His body shook violently as thick ropes of cum shot across his own stomach, his walls clamping down on Frederick like a vise, pulsing and milking him through every spurt.

Frederick didn’t slow down.