Cade Maddox jerk off

Cade Maddox sprawls across his bed, the sheets already tangled from restless shifting. His hand drifts down, fingers wrapping around the thick base of his heavy cock. It twitches at the first touch, swelling fast as blood rushes in. He gives it a slow stroke from root to tip, feeling every inch pulse and harden until it stands rigid, the head flushed dark and glistening.

His grip tightens. He starts pumping with steady rhythm, wrist twisting on each upstroke so his palm drags over the sensitive crown. Precum leaks steadily, slicking his fist and making the motion smoother, wetter. Cade spreads his legs wider, hips lifting to meet his own hand. The shaft feels massive in his grip—long, veined, and so thick his fingers barely meet around it.

He speeds up, breathing harder. His free hand slides down to cup his balls, rolling them gently while the other works his cock in long, firm strokes. The head keeps leaking, strings of clear fluid stretching between his fingers and the slit. He thumbs the underside of the crown on every pass, chasing that sharp spark of pleasure.

Cade’s abs tighten. He fucks upward into his fist now, the bed creaking with each thrust. His cock throbs visibly, the veins standing out as he jerks faster. Sweat beads on his chest. He focuses on the heavy weight in his hand, the way it fills his palm completely, the wet sounds filling the room.

His balls draw up tight. He keeps stroking through it, grip relentless, until the first thick rope of cum shoots across his stomach. More follows in heavy pulses, splattering his skin while his cock jerks in his fist. He milks every drop, slowing only when the last weak spurt dribbles over his knuckles.

Cade lies there panting, cock still half-hard and slick in his hand, the mess cooling on his skin.