Aden found a bare patch of skin along the top of his collar and licked along it, tickling until he reached the front of Darren’s throat. It bent Darren’s head back at an impossible angle, but the first sink of teeth into the tender flesh made him cry out, the sound sucked back into his body when Aden slammed his cock forward again.
Aden didn’t break his rhythm or release Darren’s throat. His ass and thighs burned from the onslaught, and each strong thrust forward made him hungry for more. Aden’s teeth in his throat created a different sensation. It was sharper, more painful, and Darren felt it in the pit of his gut. If Aden moved his head just an inch, or bit with as much strength as Darren knew he had in those powerful jaws, then that would be the end of him. But he didn’t feel a trace of fear at the possibility, just heady and flushed.