I let out a shaky sigh and forced my body to give in. He pushed deeper, a slow and firm thrust until he was all the way inside. God, the feeling of being so full, so stretched out, was fucking intense. He paused for a second, letting me feel it, then started moving—short thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in to the hilt, faster each time.
I bit the pillow to muffle my moans. He gripped my hips hard, slapping his groin against my ass, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the wet squelch of the lube. It still hurt a bit, but the pleasure was building right alongside it, shooting up my back, making my tits bounce with every thrust. He sped up, pounding harder, deeper, growling low in my ear.
"Fucking tight ass!" he snarled, squeezing my flesh.
I couldn't hold back. My hand slid down on its own to my clit, rubbing fast while he kept slamming away. The orgasm hit hard, unexpected, making me shake all over, clenching down on him so tight inside that he groaned loud. Right after, I felt him pulse, swell even more, and cum deep in my ass—hot, thick spurts filling me up as he buried himself to the balls one last time, holding my waist like I might bolt.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, panting, him still inside me, twitching out the last drops. Then he pulled out slow, leaving me empty and slick with lube and cum.
He flipped me onto my back gently this time, almost tenderly. He lay on his side next to me, his hot body pressed against mine. He traced the tips of his fingers slow between my tits, drawing light lines, up to my neck and back down, pausing to pinch my still-hard, sensitive nipples lightly. Every touch made me shiver all over.
He leaned in, kissed one nipple real slow, sucked it gently, his tongue circling lazy as he looked me in the eyes. Then he moved to the other, sucking a bit harder, nipping lightly, making me arch my back without meaning to. It was so different from the rough way before… almost sweet, but still full of that dominant edge.
And then, with his mouth still brushing my chest, his hot breath raising goosebumps all over me, he whispered real low:
"I found a spot for us to fuck…" he said, his eyes drifting to the ceiling.
My heart skipped a beat hard. Finally!
He kept going, voice low:
"Finally we can fuck without rushing 'cause we might get caught and without having to hide out here at home."
I broke into a relieved smile right away. Fuck, finally a place that's just ours. No more worrying about my aunt bursting through the door and catching us, no more having to muffle my moans with my face in the pillow, no more scrambling to throw on clothes with my heart in my throat every time I hear footsteps in the hall.
"For real? Like… a place that's really just ours?"
"Yeah. But until that's all set, I'm gonna keep fucking you at Adriano's place. He already cleared his room for us, and we can use it whenever. His mom's chill, she's hardly ever home."
Damn, Adriano. Just hearing the name brought it all rushing back: his thick cock stretching me wide open, the way he gripped my waist while he pounded without mercy, and Diego right there, watching it all, jerking off slow.
"But you know he's gonna wanna fuck me too, right?"
I felt a chill in my gut mixed with heat rising fast through my body. My heart raced in a different way, almost eager, almost wanting it.
"Diego…" I tried to say, but he cut me off right away.
"You fucking loved it when he fucked you, didn't you?" He stared me down, eyes gleaming with lust. "You moaned like a little bitch while he slammed deep. You even came getting it in the ass, didn't you, you little slut?"
Without warning, he shoved two fingers straight into my pussy, which was still soaked and sensitive. He moved them slow, swirling inside, locking eyes with me like he was trying to crawl into my head.
"Come on. Tell the truth. You loved being his little slut too, didn't you?"
My face burned hot. I bit my lip hard, but the memory hit full force: Adriano's cock stretching me out, burying deep while I moaned out of control, Diego watching, stroking slow and calling me a hot whore.
"Yeah…" I murmured, barely a whisper, shame and arousal battling inside me. "You know I did. What's the point of denying it?"
He laughed, that satisfied laugh that unravels me every time. He pulled his fingers out real slow and wiped them on my thigh, smearing the wetness around, marking my skin like it was his property.
"Now sit up straight." He shifted on the bed, pulled me by the arms to kneel in front of him, real close, my face almost against his.
"Listen up, Rafa. I got some rules for you."
"Rules?" I asked, frowning, my heart already pounding faster again.
"You promised yesterday you'd be my obedient little slut. Remember?"
I dropped my eyes for a second, feeling the weight of those words on my skin.
"I remember…" I said softly, looking down, my face heating up.
"So it's simple: when I wanna fuck you, you come. Doesn't matter the time, if you're lazy, on your period, studying for a test, got a headache, tired, bleeding, or pissed off. You spread your legs and let me use you. No bullshit, no 'I'm not in the mood today.' Got it?"
I stared at him with my mouth half-open, trying to wrap my head around it all. My brain was sluggish, still fuzzy from the sex, his cum still leaking out of my ass, the way he owned me without even raising his voice.
"Like… every time?" I paused, imagining the possibilities.
"Every time." He leaned in close to my face, almost brushing his mouth against mine, his hot breath making me dizzy. "Got it, slut?"
"Okay… I got it." I replied, kinda scared, my voice coming out weak, not fully getting it.
"You really get it, or you just saying that to please me?"
"No, I get it, Diego. I'll do whatever you want."
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, pressing lightly, like he was testing the softness or staking his claim.
"Good. 'Cause I'm not forcing shit on you. The whole game's about consent; it's you wanting to obey. If it ever gets bad, really uncomfortable for you, you say so. Clear?"
"Alright, Diego, I get it…"
"Cool. But there's more: if you disobey me, there'll be consequences. And that's for real."
"Huh? Consequences like what?" I asked, already feeling a chill creep up my spine, mixed with a sneaky heat between my legs.
He smirked sideways, that devious grin I knew so well—the one that gets me wet and scared at the same time.
"You ever played truth or dare?"
"Yeah…"
"So it's like that. I give you a dare. You do it right then, or you get punished. And trust me: you don't wanna find out what the punishment is."
"Fuck, Diego… what kinda dare?"
"Like fucking whoever I tell you to, for example. Just like with Adriano."
He paused, eyeing me up and down real slow, like he was sizing me up.
"And there's already another one today. You ready?"
"Just spit it out. What do you want?" I asked, anxiety hitting my chest hard, heart racing.
"Chill… I'll tell you when we get to Adriano's. Now get up. Go to Carol's room and put on a bikini."
"A bikini? Why?"
"'Cause his place has a pool and I like seeing you in one."
I got up quick, legs still wobbly. He gave my ass a light smack as I walked by, that mix of affection and warning.
"And don't take forever, yeah? I'm gonna wanna fuck you again."
I headed to Carol's room with my heart in my throat. I opened her closet and grabbed a black bikini with ties. Over it, I threw on a short denim miniskirt and a tight pink crop top that hugged my tits.
When I checked myself in the mirror… damn. My body still hot from the sex, skin marked here and there from his slaps and grips, hair messed up, lips swollen from all the blowjob. Shame, fear, lust—all tangled up in this crazy rush that had my pussy throbbing again just thinking about what he'd make me do at Adriano's.
Diego really knew how to push my buttons. Knew how to drive me wild, wet, and obedient. And the worst part? I was loving every fucking second of it.
To be continued...