Jules choked on the stretch. His body jolted, boots scraping against loose rock, arms braced against the rough wall as Reed buried every inch inside him. No warning. No mercy. Just c**k and pressure and a deep, tearing fullness that made his spine curve and his mouth fall open without a sound.
“Breathe,” Reed ordered again, but he was already moving.
Pulling out halfway. Slamming back in.
Again. Again. Harder. Deeper. Meaner.
Every thrust knocked a grunt out of Jules’s throat. He didn’t have space to think. Didn’t have room for anything but the burn of it, the stretch, the dirt grinding into his palms, the raw need coiling tighter with every slap of skin on skin.
“You like getting used like this?” Reed hissed against the back of his neck, hips relentless. “f*****g enemy c**k deep in y
