I nip at Brewer’s bottom lip until I taste blood, and then I shove my tongue deep into his mouth, choking back a moan. It’s not my style to ham it up for the camera with loud moans and groans. And I’ll be damned if I give Brewer the satisfaction of eliciting one from me.

I ease my tight grip on his cock, and Brewer lets out a small sigh against my lips. With my free hand, I grab his hair and tug his head back so I can suck his neck. He pants and whimpers as my teeth graze his pulse point, and I’m glad I finally found a way to get him to stop running his mouth for a change. Hell, if I’d known it was as easy as shoving my tongue down his throat, I’d have done that ages ago.

“I’m pretty sure this is the part where you suck my dick,” I challenge in a rough voice.

He and I both know that’s what the script says comes next, and I saw the defiance in his eyes just before I kissed him. And the fight he’s putting up—the chance to break him—makes this all the more fun for me.

Brewer narrows his eyes at me, and his tongue darts out to lick up the small trickle of blood still oozing from his bottom lip where I bit him. Without thinking, I lean forward and give his bruised mouth a gentler kiss, and I soothe my tongue against the small wound.

Brewer inhales in sharp surprise, and suddenly I remember myself. Where the fuck did that tender bullshit come from?

I release him from my grip and take a deep breath to get ahold of my thoughts. From the corner of my eye, I see a questioning look on Rebel’s face. He’s wondering what just happened, too. But I’m not about to derail the shoot. We’re already way off script and need to get back on track.

I unzip my pants, pull out my hard cock, and give it a few strokes until pre-cum starts to bead at the tip. Brewer eyes it with interest, and this time, drops to his knees without a fight.

“I guess I’ll give you one more chance to prove you know how to work this monster cock.”

“Stop talking and choke on my dick,” I command, fisting the base of my cock and feeding it between Brewer’s lips.

He gives me another withering look, but opens wide and takes it. I’ve watched Brewer’s deep throating skills during his other videos, and as much as I hate the arrogant dickwad, I’ll admit, I was eager to experience this for myself.

I reach down and put a hand around his throat so I can feel his Adam’s apple moving as I fuck deep into his throat. A growl tears from my throat as Brewer sucks hard, taking me all the way to the base over and over without protest. And Jesus, the things his tongue manages to do while he’s sucking me. A fissure of electricity zips up my spine, and I bite the inside of my cheek.

Brewer looks up at me with an expression that clearly says he thinks he’s won this round, and then he reaches between my legs and gives my heavy balls a hard squeeze, pulling me instantly back from the edge.

I grit my teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of besting me, and I fuck into his throat harder, determined to find the limits to his apparent lack of gag reflex.

Brewer’s eyes start to water, but he never flinches or tries to tap out. It’s a battle of wills neither of us is willing to concede.

“Cut,” Rebel’s voice cuts through the sloppy sucking sounds permeating the set.

I clench my ass against the urge to keep fucking until Brewer chokes on my load.

“You doing okay, Brewer?” Rebel asks.

Brewer gives him a thumbs up, and I almost laugh. All right, I fucking hate him, but I have to admit the man is dedicated to the work.

“Why don’t we go ahead and transition into fucking. You’re prepped, right, Brew?”

This time Brewer actually pops my cock out of his mouth and takes a deep breath to answer.

“Of course, let me lose the plug real quick.” His voice sounds like gravel from the rough treatment I just gave him, and it’s hot as fuck.

I squeeze the base of my cock hard to ease back from how close he managed to get me with that blowjob. My dick looks fucking good, all wet with his saliva and dripping pre-cum.

I can’t keep myself from a quick glance in Brewer’s direction as he pulls out the butt plug he had in and drops it off to the side where it won’t end up on camera.

“I have to say, I’m a little disappointed. I was preparing myself for some seriously rough treatment from you, grizzly man. I’ve been throat fucked harder than that by Pixie.”

I bristle and draw myself up, ready to grab him and show him just how hard I can fuck that smart mouth of his.

“Back in position,” Rebel calls, reminding me that I’m here to do a job, not put a punk fuckboy in his place. Although, if I can manage both at once, why not take it as a bonus?

Brewer drops back to his knees, this time taking just the tip of my cock in his mouth, ready for me to pull him off and flip him onto his hands and knees.

“Action,” Rebel calls.

I grab Brewer’s hair and pull him off my cock. Heat pulses through me at the sight of Brewer on his knees, at my mercy, his lips swollen, his chin wet with saliva, and his cheeks flushed.

Fucking gorgeous.

With a growl, I force Brewer onto his hands and knees.

“I’m going to wreck this ass,” I promise, giving Brewer’s left ass cheek a firm smack and enjoying the jiggle.

“Try to make it a little more memorable than the last time,” Brewer suggests sarcastically, doing a better job staying in character than I am.

I part Brewer’s cheeks, loving the sight of his already slicked and prepped hole. I roll on a condom with practiced moves and skip the niceties as I line up the hefty mushroom head of my cock with his entrance and push inside with one quick thrust.

“Jesus,” Brewer grunts, and I still for a second.

It only takes a few seconds before I feel his tight channel relax, and I take that as my cue to move again. I pull my hips back and slam them forward again. My heavy balls bounce against Brewer’s, and the sound of my hips slapping against his cheeks fills the room. His greedy ass sucks me deep with each thrust, and an electric current sparks along my spine.

I pull out and flip Brewer onto his back on the cement floor. His chest is heaving with every panting breath he takes. Pride roars through my veins at the sight of Brewer's red, throbbing cock, dripping onto his stomach now that he’s lying flat. His jaw is set in defiance. He doesn’t want it to feel good, but I’m pushing all his buttons.

I grab his ankles and force his knees up to his chest, and then I slam back into his tight ass. Brewer’s eyes squeeze shut, and his head falls back; his teeth sinking into his already abused bottom lip. My gaze zeros in on the fluttering of his pulse in his neck, and I pound into him in time with his rapid heartbeats.

“Oh, God,” Brewer moans through clenched teeth.

I lean forward and run my tongue along his pulse point, my thrusts never faltering.

“Admit you love my cock, slut,” I rumble near his ear, but loud enough for the sound guy to pick up.

“No,” Brewer protests, fists clenching.

I grab his ass and change my angle. I can feel my entire length dragging against that spongy pleasure spot inside Brewer with each thrust. My balls tighten, and I wrap my fist around Brewer’s cock. Brewer cries out, his back arching and his ass clenching hard around me.

“Say you love my cock,” I demand again, pumping his cock, his pre-cum making excellent lubricant.

“I love it—fuck you, but I love it,” Brewer cries as his body tenses, his ass clamping down on my cock and thick ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach, chest, even reaching his chin as I stroke him through his orgasm.

When he’s finished, I drop his legs, pull out, and tug off the condom. Aiming at his stomach, I jerk my own cock furiously until my cum joins his, covering Brewer’s golden skin.

When my balls are empty, I lean forward and scoop a tongue-full of our combined release into my mouth, and then I grab Brewer by the back of his neck and pull him forward to share a filthy, cum-dripping kiss. He moans into my mouth as our tongues tangle and duel.

My heart rate and breathing slowly return to normal, and I release Brewer, blinking myself back to reality.

“Cut,” Rebel calls, and I feel Brewer’s body sag a bit. Is he glad that’s over? “Holy hell, you two just set this studio on fire. I have no words for how hot that was.”

“Good, does that mean we’re done for the day?” I ask gruffly as I clamber to my feet.

“Yeah, I think we’re good,” Bear agrees.

Brewer is still on the floor, looking a bit dazed, so I offer a hand to help him up.

I still hate the entitled asshole, but pounding his ass definitely eased a bit of my irritation, at least for the moment.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, taking my hand and getting to his feet.

As soon as he’s standing, I yank my hand back and head for the shower to wash the sweat and sex off my body.