“I need it. Gay sex Slaving for bosses who fuck you over, waving your bullshit flags.”I laugh, sharp, cocky. “Clinging to a system that screws you. No city prick’s rewiring my brain. “You’re nothing, Jackson. He teases the head, rubbing circles, the fabric slick, my pre-cum soaking through. My jeans drop, slow, teasing, black briefs stretched over my hard-on, damp with pre-cum. “Keep mouthing off, ya qalbi,” he taunts, yanking my hair, forcing my head back. Me? He pulls me up, kisses me, cum swapping, tongues tangling, thick, creamy taste mixing. Come to my place. “You’re rougher than I thought, ya azizi. “I work my ass off, earn my keep. His cock springs free, thick, heavy, the head glistening. I pull back, smirking. He tugs my briefs down, my dick springing free, throbbing, and he strokes it, slow, his calloused palm rough, stopping just short of release. “Beg for more,” he growls, pinching my nipple, twisting hard. “Show me you’re mine.”He thrusts in, brutal, fucking my throat with savage force, the head slamming deep, stretching me, choking me. “Please, Amir,” I rasp, voice raw. The collar’s weight lingers, his words—his love—carved into me.
