Chapter 4
Daniel’s POV.
Derek’s hand kept pumping my c**k in those torturously slow strokes, his thumb smearing my pre-c*m all over the head until I was shaking and leaking like a broken faucet under him, but then something in his eyes snapped and the last of his control f*****g vanished.
He shoved my legs apart rough and wide, knees pushing my thighs back toward my chest so my asshole was completely exposed and twitching for him, then he hawked a thick glob of spit right onto his palm, smeared it messy and sloppy all over his fat c**k until it was shining and dripping, and added another heavy spit right onto my hole, working two thick fingers in quick and deep with a loud wet squelch that made my toes curl hard into the sheets.
“f**k it, I need to bury this c**k in your ass right no
