THIRD PERSON POV
Arthur spit into his hand, slicking himself, then pressed the thick head against Noah’s hole. The pressure was instant, stretching, burning. Noah cried out, his fingers clawing at the tiles.
Arthur didn’t pause. He pushed harder, forcing himself past the tight ring of muscle, the resistance giving way inch by inch until he was buried deep. Noah’s knees buckled, his body clenching around the intrusion, the mix of pain and overwhelming fullness stealing his breath.
Arthur groaned low in his throat, gripping Noah’s hips like a vice. “Tight little slut.”
He pulled back just enough before slamming forward again, the slap of wet flesh echoing in the shower. Noah cried out, a raw sound that bounced off the walls. Arthur set a brutal pace—each thrust deep, unrelenting, poundin
