There’s something about a man covered in ink — that rough, dangerous edge that tells you he knows how to take what he wants. And in this scene, he takes me.

I’m 160kg of solid British muscle — thick, hairy, dominant — but today, I’m the one on my knees. The man behind me? A heavily tattooed alpha with a hard, aggressive edge and a cock to match. From the moment he grabs me, the tone is set: I’m his, and he’s here to own me.

We start slow — his hands exploring my chest, tracing the thick slabs of muscle, grabbing fistfuls of flesh. The contrast between my smooth skin and his inked body is hot as fuck. His tattoos snake over his biceps, down his abs, wrapping around the cock that’s about to ruin me.

And when he gets inside me, it’s on. Deep, hard, relentless. His hips slam into me, his hands grip my waist, and I grunt, sweat pouring down my back as I take it like the muscle bottom I am. I don’t hold back — I moan, I beg, I feel every inch. He leans over, growling in my ear, calling me his good little fucktoy while his inked chest presses down on my back.

This is rough. Raw. Real submission. He fucks me like a man possessed — hard, dirty, and totally in control — until he’s ready to explode.

If you’re into power flips, dominant tattooed tops, and seeing a massive muscle bear get taken, this scene delivers. It’s sweat, aggression, size, and surrender — the kind of fuck you don’t forget.