My heart started racing so fucking crazy I almost heard it. My face flushed hot right away and, worse, my pussy throbbed hard inside my panties, soaked and traitorous. I hated my body’s reaction. I hated his little smirk even more, that cocky way like he already knew exactly what was going on between my legs.
“Dream on,” I shot back, forcing a laugh that came out weaker than I wanted. “I only come here because of your sister, asshole.”
His eyes wouldn’t leave my body. I could feel that heavy, hot stare sliding down my waist, lingering on my hips, fucking me with his eyes without even touching me. The air between us got thicker.
“Loved watching you make out with your little boyfriend at the pool. You’re getting slutty just the way I like.”
Rage hit me fast, hot and bitter. Fuck, he was supposed to get pissed, jealous, feel betrayed, lose control. Not like it.
“Ah, Diego, forget about me,” I said, turning my back and trying to leave the room.
He grabbed my arm hard, yanking a muffled yelp out of me. The next second he was shoving me against the wall, his body pressed tight against mine, his face right there. The smell of his skin took over everything and my legs shook.
“But I want you.”
I tried to look away. Couldn’t. Those hazel eyes pinned me in place and my heart slammed even harder, off rhythm. I still wanted to fight it.
“Then dump her and be with me. Simple as that!”
He didn’t answer. Just leaned in slow, like he was giving me time to run, but I didn’t. Before I knew it we were kissing right there in the room.
He shoved his hand down my shorts, popped the button, yanked them down, and drove his fingers straight into my pussy. When he touched me I moaned low and felt my legs go weak. That hand knew exactly how to fuck me—two thick fingers pushing deep, his thumb grinding hard on my clit. I melted against him. His fingers worked me rough, squeezing, forcing, spreading me open.
“Look at that… such a slut. Soaking wet. All because you’re a little bitch for me, huh?”
Before I could answer he was pushing down on my shoulders, forcing me lower.
“On your knees. Now.”
I could’ve shoved him, could’ve yelled, but my body gave in. I never could explain the hold he had on me. But when he talked like that, commanding, my body just obeyed on its own. Part of me hated it… and another part was already wet just from the order.
I dropped down in front of him. He reached into his shorts, pulled his cock out—thick, hard, throbbing, the head already shiny—and grabbed my hair with both hands. He yanked my head forward in one go, shoving his whole dick into my mouth until I gagged.
“That’s it, little slut… swallow my cock. Just how I like it.”
God, he was so romantic…
There was nothing romantic about it. It was rough. He held my hair tight and started fucking my mouth, driving deep, no mercy. His cock slammed the back of my throat with every thrust, making me choke, drool, tear up. I tried to breathe through my nose but he gave me no break. He pushed until I was right on the edge of gagging for real, held it deep for a few seconds, then pulled back just enough for me to swallow spit and air before ramming in again.
It was intense… but I still didn’t want him to stop. Hated admitting it, but I liked being used like that by him.
Every time I gagged he let out a low, satisfied groan. Then he yanked his cock out of my mouth all at once, leaving me panting, drooling down my chin, and slapped the wet dick across my face. One, two, three times. The thick head smacking my cheek, my lips, my chin…
“Open your mouth. Wider.”
I did. He shoved back in, even deeper this time, using my head like it was just a hole. My throat burned, spit running down my neck, eyes watering. Every time I gagged he pulled my hair harder and fucked my mouth rougher, like he wanted to hear me choke again. The sounds were filthy—wet, gagging, nasty. I was a mess, on my knees, face coated in spit and precum, swallowing my cousin’s cock like nothing else existed. And fuck, I loved it.
I sucked him like that for a while until he decided it was enough. He yanked my hair hard, pulled me off his cock, and hauled me up by the arm.
“I want that ass now.”
His voice came out low but loaded with an authority that didn’t take no for an answer. He shoved me onto the bed on all fours. I arched my ass without him even having to ask again—the body already knew what to do, even while my head was still trying to resist.
The first slap came sharp and loud, cracking across my skin. I let out a pained moan that he swallowed with satisfaction.
He grabbed my hair tight, yanked my head back until I had to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were dark, dominant. A hot shiver ran down my spine even before he touched me again.
“Arch that ass. I’m gonna wreck you.”
He let go just enough to shove two fingers straight into my asshole at once. Dry. Hurting. Forcing it open. I clenched on instinct, a muffled whimper slipping out. The pain was sharp, intense… but right behind it came a shameful heat, my pussy throbbing and soaking my panties without me being able to stop it. He chuckled low, feeling the resistance and the way my body betrayed me at the same time.
“You giving that ass to your boyfriend too, huh, you little whore?”
He gave my hair another hard yank, forcing an answer. Every pull sent a jolt straight between my legs.
“Yeah… he’s really good…” My voice came out shaky. “And I gave it to another guy from school too.”
I said it on purpose. Wanted to push him, see what he’d do.