Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
ATHENA
When I obeyed my best friend’s demand, Charlie shoved four fingers back into me and toward the back of my throat, making me gag on him. He wiggled them around, testing me, preparing me for his huge cock.
“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” he hummed, thrusting his fingers in and out of my throat.
Spit and drool rolled down my chin and onto my tank top, which barely even hid my small tits anymore.
“Mmhmm,” I said, drooling and choking on his fingers.
“What was that?”
“Mmhmm!”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair at the top of my head and bobbed it back and forth, forcing me to choke myself on his fingers. “Nodding for me, sweetheart.” He pounded them faster into my mouth. “Keep going, baby. Get that throat ready for me.”
When he finally pulled my head back, I collapsed onto my hands, coughing and spitting up drool. He pulled my head back by my hair and undid the string of his gray sweats with his free hand. My pussy tightened, heat exploding throughout my core.
I grabbed his waistband and yanked his pants down to his ankles as he gripped his huge cock in his hand, pre-cum already dribbling off the head. Another wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I pressed my thighs together.
This is wrong, but I can’t stop.
Before he could growl another word, I wrapped my hands around the base and pulled him closer, moving my mouth around his dick and dragging my tongue across his head, thrusting him inside me.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck you like this for years,” he grunted. “Fucking years, Athie.”
After I slowly took him inside me twice, he tightened his grip on my hair so I couldn’t move and then pounded himself deep into my throat.
I choked and gagged on him, but he refused to stop and even went so far as to thrust himself deep enough so my lips were pressed against his pelvis as he pinched my nose closed.
I placed my hands on his thighs, air restricted, and attempted to pull back.
But again, he refused to let me move.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. “Rub that aching pussy for me.”
Through teary eyes, I stared up at him and thrust a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in torturous little circles. I opened my mouth wider, both to breathe and to moan, but he plugged me up with his balls.
He wrapped my red hair around my throat and used it to choke me. “Every fucking time I’m with someone else, I imagine it’s you that I’m ruining.”
I rubbed my pussy faster, the ecstacy exploding through my core. One more moment passed, and then he released his hold on me. I collapsed onto my back, my legs too weak to hold me up as ecstasy rushed through my body.
This was what he probably told all the girls before he started recording, but to me, the words sounded so special. Maybe it was because I had waited for this day for so long, but had been so nervous to make the first move.
“F-fuck!” I cried. “Oh my G-G-God!”
He dropped between my thighs, yanked off my shorts, and thrust his fingers into my aching cunt. I pulsed tightly around him, the pleasure still pumping out of me. I cried out when he drew his fingers in a come-hither motion against my G-spot.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.
I spread them wider and watched impatiently as he moved between them, dragging his hands up and down my bare thighs, like he had wanted to touch me like this for so long, like he wanted to savor it.
Instead of plunging himself inside me, he rubbed my clit with the head of his dick. I reached toward him and clutched his thighs with my fingers, my pussy tightening even harder.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, fuck m—”
Before I could get another word out, he shoved himself into me. My body jerked up into the air, my back arching. I spazzed out around him until he finally leaned forward, placed his forearms on either side of my head, and then kissed me.
When his lips met mine, he slammed himself into me as fast and hard as he could. His kiss was soft, but his thrusts were brutal. I parted my lips, allowing for him to slip his tongue into my mouth, and tightened around him, wanting to blurt out all the feelings I had for him.
But I couldn’t get myself to do it.
After all, this was happening because I’d found out his dirty secret. Not because he liked me.
“Where do you want it?” he murmured after ten minutes of orgasm after orgasm.
If I told him that I wanted him to dump his load inside my pussy, he’d laugh right in my face. I had never once seen him come inside anyone’s pussy before, only ever on their faces and very rarely down their throats.
“Please, don’t stop,” I cried instead, dragging my nails down his back. “Please!”
“Where do you fucking want it, you dirty little whore?”
I tightened my pussy around him and pretended like I hadn’t heard.
He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy got all tight, Athie. You want it inside you?”
My cheeks flushed, and I tried to hide my face in the crook of his shoulder because I was so embarrassed. There was no doubt in my mind that he would pull out. I was just another girl to him, someone he could get off to, just his friend.
“I’m going to make you fucking say it one way or another, so you’d better start talking.”
“Charlie,” I whispered.
He smacked my cheek. “Where do you want it?”
No response.
Smack.
“Where do you want it?”
Still nothing.
Smack.
“Where do you fucking wan—”
“Inside me, please!” I cried, unable to stop myself.
My body was doing all kinds of betraying me today. He shouldn’t even be inside me right now, so I shouldn’t care. But I felt so wrong, so dirty. Charlie was my best friend, my best fucking friend whose cock was now plunged deep into my cunt.
“Please,” I cried. Begged. “Please, Charlie!”
His thrusts became even quicker. He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders and grasped them, pulling me toward him with every thrust. “I’ve never come inside a woman,” he growled, voice husky in my ear.
“I-I know,” I cried out, about to explode again. “I’m sorry for asking. Y-you don’t ha—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed his cock deep into my pussy and grunted. He stilled for a couple of moments, not pulling out as his dick twitched inside me, and then he shoved his cum even deeper.
“Charlie!” I cried, coming all over him.
Through hazy eyes, he watched me come down from my fifth orgasm of the morning. And only then did he pull out of my pussy, spreading my legs and admiring his cum dripping out of my pulsing hole.
“Charlie,” I whispered, sitting up on my forearms.
My heart pounded inside my chest as my gaze dropped to his cum drooling onto the rug underneath us. I went to stand, to wipe it all out of me because this wasn’t right. We were best friends.
But he caught me and shoved his fingers into my cunt, pushing his cum back inside me. “Mine,” he growled. “This pussy is now mine, Athie.”