Breed Me Again

Ruin Me, Professor (4)

I nodded frantically and got on all fours, my ass up and my back arched. A shiver ran through me as he knelt behind me, one hand on my waist while the other guided himself into position.

“This is so fucking wrong,” he muttered, but pushed anyway.

The head of his dick breached me slowly, stretching me wide.

Damn. He was impossibly thick.

I choked, biting hard on my lip as my eyes watered. “You’re too big… pl-please slow down…”

“I’m halfway in,” he said, his voice strained.

He kept inching deeper until the pressure became almost unbearable, my body instinctively rocking forward to take him.

Then he snapped, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise before slamming in balls-deep.

The impact punched the air from my lungs, and my loud cry echoed through the room.

“Quiet,” he growled as one hand clamped over my mouth while the other pinned my face to the mat. My cheek pressed into the rubber, my hair spread out as I stared wide-eyed at myself in the mirror.

He was buried to the hilt now, all eight inches stretching me to my limit. He started slow, pulling out halfway before pushing back in, each thrust going deeper than the last.

“So tight… fuck. Your slutty hole is gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

His dirty talk made me shiver, my cock leaking.

Sweat slicked our bodies as his chest pressed against my back. But slow didn’t last. His hips picked up speed, snapping forward with brutal force as the mat shifted beneath us.

In the mirror, I watched him drive into me, his body glistening with sweat.

“This is completely insane,” he panted.

He didn’t stop. “Fucking my student in the gym. A married man breeding your greedy hole. But you love slamming that fat ass back on my cock, don’t you?”

I did. I fucking loved it!!

The initial burn soon faded into pure bliss, and my body adjusted, craving more. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, my butt slamming onto his hips with wet slaps.

“Yes, Eric, fuck me harder! Breed me!” My voice was muffled against his hand.

 He pounded relentlessly, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, balls-deep every time. My tight walls fluttered around him as the friction built heat, while sweat poured down his chiseled abs and onto my ass.

His free hand roamed, groping and pinching a nipple until I yelped, then he spanked my butt cheek hard and watched it bounce in the mirror.

“Look at how your ass jiggles, just like a p**n star, while I wreck it.”

He shifted his angle and hit my prostate dead-on. Stars exploded behind my eyes as pleasure spiked through me.

“Right there… oh fuck, Daddy!”

He hammered that spot, his thrusts faster and more erratic. The room spun, and everything blurred as tears prickled my eyes.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he snarled. “Fill you up with my load. Make you leak for days.”

His words pushed me over. 

“I can’t—ah, fuck, I’m cumming!” My cock pulsed, shooting cum onto the mat, spurt after spurt. My body convulsed as my hole clenched harder around him.

“Fucking hell—now!” He slammed into me one last time, his balls tight against my ass as he unloaded.

Hot, thick cum flooded me deep, breeding my hole just like he promised. It felt endless, dripping down my thighs as he ground through his orgasm, grunting filthy praises.

“Take it all… good boy… so fucking full of daddy’s cum.”

We collapsed, his weight pinning me to the mat. His cock softened inside me, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my ear.

“What the fuck are we doing, Charles?” he murmured.

I could hear a smile in his voice. I giggled, my ass still twitching. “Stretching, remember?”

He chuckled softly, and for a moment, we looked perfect together in the dim mirrors. But I knew this was just the beginning. I couldn’t stop now. Neither could he.

••

Later that night, I was sprawled on my dorm bed when my phone buzzed beside me. It was an unknown number. I almost swiped it away because I thought it was probably another horny jock, but the preview stopped me cold.

It was Eric.

He was shirtless in bed and propped against the headboard. A thin sheet barely covered his hips, and his cock tented the fabric. His hair was mussed, his glasses were off, and his blue eyes stared straight into the camera.

The caption read: “Can’t sleep, thinking about you.”

My cock jumped instantly.

Heat curled down my spine as I rolled onto my stomach and opened my camera. I arched my back and took a quick picture of myself, my tongue teasing my lips as my hand slid into my boxer briefs.

I sent it without a caption, just the pic. Seconds later, my phone buzzed again. This time, it was a video from him.

I hit play with shaky fingers. The volume remained low as i played it. 

Eric was in the same bed, the sheet kicked down now. His huge cock was out, with his fist wrapped around the base as he stroked slowly. Pre-cum beaded at the slit as his thumb swiped over it. His abs flexed with each pump, his chest rising and falling fast.

He bit his lip, trying to stay quiet, but low grunts still slipped out.

“Fuck, pretty boy,” he whispered. His voice was gravel-thick. “Look what you do to me. Can’t stop thinking about that tight little hole of yours… how it squeezed me last time.”

He stroked slowly, his balls drawing up tight.

“My wife’s asleep right next to me. If she wakes up…” He trailed off with a choked groan, his hips bucking into his hand. “Want to be balls-deep in you again. Breed you till you’re leaking my load all day tomorrow.”

The video ended on a close-up of his fist moving faster, the wet schlickkk audible even at low volume.

I was rock-hard now. My cock pulsed against my stomach, and pre-cum soaked through my briefs.

This time, I didn’t think about my roommate sleeping across the room.

I hit record.

I flipped onto my back, shoved my briefs down, and let my cock spring free. One hand stroked lazily while the other angled the phone between my spread thighs.

Then I turned, arched my back, and pushed my fat ass toward the camera. I spread my cheeks with both hands, showing off my smooth asshole, still a little puffy from the pounding I got in the gym.

I looked back over my shoulder. My eyes were glassy with lust, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. “I need you so bad. Need you to come breed me again. Fill this aching hole up till I’m dripping. I’ll be so quiet for you, I promise. Just let me take it. Please, Daddy, breed your pretty bad boy.”

I sent it before I could chicken out, then buried my face in the pillow and humped the mattress until I came hard, biting my lip to keep from moaning his name out loud.