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But he keeps pushing. More of that rigid cock sliding inside me, inch by brutal inch, until I’ve lost track of how much is in me. I feel stuffed beyond anything I thought my body could take. His fingers are digging bruises into my hips, holding me in place while he forces through every bit of resistance my body throws at him.

“This is what happens when you tease me, Dyl.” He leans over me, weight pinning me flat, mouth right at my ear. “Prancing around with no underwear, flashing that hole at me. This is what you get.”

He slams the rest of the way in.

A strangled cry tears out of me. My whole body seizes. He’s in. Balls deep. That entire cock packed inside me, throbbing. I can feel him everywhere. My rim, my guts, all the way to my fingertips.

We lie there, locked together, both panting. His full weight crushing me into the mattress. The outfit is wrecked. Sweat-soaked, stretched out, lace ripped where he grabbed fistfuls of it.

“Hold on,” he growls. Then he pulls back and slams home.

Fireworks. That’s what goes off behind my eyes. Strobes and flashes and a guttural sound I don’t recognize as mine ripping from my throat. My hands fly out, clawing at the sheets, but there’s nothing to hold on to as he starts to move. Long, brutal strokes that shove me across the bed with every thrust.

There’s nothing to compare this to. Being this full of another guy, stuffed beyond capacity, it’s an ache so deep it rewires my brain. It hurts. Christ, it hurts. But underneath the pain, something primal is taking over. Every thrust feeds it. Every inch of him makes me want another.

I can feel his heartbeat through his cock, a steady throb against my walls. Every ridge, every vein, the fat head dragging against my insides as he pulls back. Then he drives in again and my hole clamps around him, greedy, desperate to keep him buried.

“How’s that feel?” Brandon grunts in my ear. “Getting your tight little ass reamed?”

“So big.” I can barely get the words out. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“That’s what they all say.” He smacks my ass. “But none of them take it like you, Dyl. I never get to bury it to the root on the first try.”

“Feels like you’re in my goddamn ribcage.”

“Good. That’s where I’m aiming.” He picks up the pace, hips pistoning, skin slapping skin. Wet, nasty sounds bouncing off the dorm walls.

My cock is trapped between my stomach and the mattress, soaking the sheet under me. Every time he drives forward, he grinds me into the bed and my dick drags through the wet fabric. The friction is maddening. I try to grind back against him, chase it, but he’s got my hips locked down.

“Stay still. Take your fucking.”

I drop flat and let him have me. My whole body rocking with each thrust, the headboard knocking against the wall. My hole is sloppy now, dripping lube, opening up wider with every pass. The burn is gone. What’s left is pure, filthy pleasure that curls my toes and makes my eyes cross.

How did I not know I needed this? To be pinned down and fucked stupid? All that competition, all the shit-talking, all that fighting to one-up each other, and this is where it’s been heading all along. Me flat on my stomach with his cock buried in my ass, finally giving up control and loving every second of it.

“Harder,” I gasp. “Please, Brandon. Harder.”

A dark, breathless laugh. “Found your calling, huh?” He grabs the edge of the mattress for leverage and starts drilling me like he’s trying to put me through the bed frame. Short, savage thrusts, his cock nailing that spot inside me every time.

I have no idea how long he goes at me. Time stops meaning anything. All I know is the rhythmic slap of his hips against my ass, the burn in my thighs from holding them spread, and the grunts and moans pouring out of both of us. When he pulls out and flips me onto my back, I whine at the sudden emptiness.

He looms over me, face slick with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead. His cock juts out from a thatch of dark curls, glistening and impossibly hard. The shaft is flushed, veins standing out, the head an angry red. He wraps a fist around it and gives it a lazy pump.

“See this? See what you do to me?”

“That looks painful.”

“It fucking is.” He grabs my legs and shoves them back, folding me in half until my knees are by my ears. “Hold them.”

I lock my arms behind my knees and pull myself open. Apron ruined, cock leaking all over my stomach. Laid out like a buffet, waiting for him to dig in.

“Yeah, spread it for me.” He kneels between my thighs, spits right on my hole, and lines himself up. “Watch. I want you to see me go in.”

I don’t even blink. My eyes stay fixed on where the fat head of his cock presses against my gaping hole. It sinks into me in one smooth glide this time, my body swallowing him whole. I watch every inch disappear until his balls press against my ass, and we’re sealed together again.

We both groan.

“This is better,” he says, starting to move. “I want to see your face when I breed you.”