A Professional Dom // Disaac
Derek grabbed his hips as he stuttered. It was like he was on fire and dunked in ice, all at the same time. It was too much, and soon he was coming hard. It made his teeth ache with how fast and needy it was, the other such a good boy on his cock.
"There⌠ThereâŚ" he groaned. "Fuck you feel good."
Isaac felt as though he was melted against the counter, a pool of sweat beneath his pale skin. "Th-thank you master." he whispered, hoping that Derek would keep him beyond just the weekend, hoping he would be allowed to stay.














