Dylan POV #2
“Look at you,” he growls, voice dripping with cruel amusement as he fucks me harder.
“Getting your ass wrecked in here while your girlfriend is out there getting properly railed by Titan. How does that feel, Dylan? Knowing she’s screaming for a real man’s cock while you’re in here crying on mine like a desperate little slut? ”
The shame crashes over me like a wave, hot, humiliating and crushing.
Sasha is out there getting fucked by Titan, and here I am, naked and bent over, taking Blaze’s cock like I was born for it.
The thought should disgust me. It should make me push him off.
Instead it makes my hole clench tighter around him and my cock twitch painfully.
Blaze laughs darkly, clearly feeling it. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? Your ass just got so much tighter. You’re actually getting off on knowing she’s getting better dick than you could ever give her.”
He spanks me hard, right on my already burning ass cheek, the sharp sting making me cry out. The pain shoots straight to my cock and I moan louder, unable to hold it back. He does it again, harder, the slap echoing in the room while he keeps pounding into me.
“Pathetic,” he taunts, gripping my hair and yanking my head back so I’m forced to arch for him.
“She’s probably cumming all over Titan’s cock right now, and all you can do is leak and whimper on mine.
You’re not even a real man anymore, are you?
Just a tight little pain slut who gets hard when he’s told how worthless he is. ”
He slams in particularly deep, grinding against my prostate while he spanks me again.
The mix of the burning stretch, the stinging slaps, and the crushing humiliation is too much.
My whole body shakes, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, but my hips keep pushing back to meet every brutal thrust.
I hate how much I love it.
I hate that the shame turns me on even more.
I hate that every degrading word about Sasha and Titan only makes me harder and more desperate for him.
Blaze leans down, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave marks as he fucks me even faster. “That’s right… keep taking it like the broken little whore you are. You’re never going to be able to fuck her properly again after this. Not after I’ve ruined you so completely.”
I moan helplessly into the mattress, the pain and pleasure and shame twisting together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
And the worst part?
I don’t want him to stop.
He pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and slams into me again fucking me harder, his hips slamming against my sore, burning ass with every brutal thrust. The stretch is overwhelming, the pain sharp and constant, but it only makes my cock throb harder against the sheets.
Every time he bottoms out, the head of his cock grinds against that spot inside me, sending white-hot pleasure shooting up my spine.
“You feel that?” he growls, voice rough and cruel right against my ear.
“That’s me ruining you. Your girlfriend is out there getting fucked by a real man while I’m turning you into my personal cockslut.
How does that feel, knowing you’re in here leaking like a desperate whore while she’s moaning Titan’s name? ”
The shame burns hotter than the pain in my ass. It should destroy me. Instead, it makes me moan louder, my hole clenching greedily around his thick cock. I hate it. I hate how much I love it.
Blaze laughs darkly and spanks me again, hard and repeated, turning my already raw skin even redder. “Fuck, you’re dripping. You really do get off on this, don’t you? Knowing you’re second best. Knowing she’s getting better dick than you could ever give her.”
He yanks my head back by my hair, forcing me to arch painfully as he pounds into me. The new angle makes his cock hit my prostate with every thrust. I cry out, tears slipping down my face, but my hips keep pushing back to meet him, chasing every brutal stroke.
“I’m gonna cum,” he snarls, his pace turning erratic and punishing. “Gonna fill this greedy little hole up. You want that, don’t you? You want me to breed you while your girlfriend is getting fucked by someone else?”
I can’t answer. I can only moan and sob into the mattress as the pressure inside me becomes unbearable. Blaze reaches under me, wraps his hand around my cock and strokes me once, twice hard and rough.
That’s all it takes.
I come with a broken cry, my whole body seizing up as I spill all over his hand and the sheets. My hole clenches violently around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as the orgasm rips through me so hard my vision whites out.
Blaze groans loudly, slamming into me a few more times before he buries himself deep and comes. I feel every pulse, every hot spurt as he fills me up, groaning my name against the back of my neck while his hips twitch and grind.
For a few long seconds, the only sound is our heavy breathing.
Then Blaze starts to pull out slowly.
The second I feel his cock sliding out of me, leaving me empty and leaking, something inside me panics.
“No…” I whisper, my voice hoarse and broken.
I reach back blindly, grabbing at his hip, trying to pull him back inside me. “No… don’t… please don’t pull out yet.”
Blaze freezes above me.
I’m shaking, face wet with tears, ass burning, cum dripping down my thighs, and still I’m trying to keep him inside me.
“Please…” I whisper again, barely audible, fingers digging into his skin. “Just… stay inside me a little longer.”
The shame of what I just said burns hotter than anything else he’s done to me tonight.
But I can’t let him go.
Not yet.