Break Me

Liam

The continuous sharp slap of skin-on-skin filled the space around us, each one punctuated by my gasps, his groans, and the wet friction between us. My cock throbbed against my stomach, leaking a messy, sticky trail as Ronan absolutely wrecked me.

“Fuck… fuck…” I hissed, legs trembling around his shoulders, my body a mess beneath him—used, taken, and needing more.

Ronan's cock slammed into that spot so perfectly, I saw stars—my brain short-circuiting under the pleasure. I could barely form a thought, but one still managed to slip through the haze: Who would've thought a straight guy could fuck like this…

Then he drove in deeper, harder—obliterating that thought right out of my head.

“Mmph—fuck!” I cried out, my voice hoarse from overuse.

It was almost tragic that this would be a one-time thing… but also a relief because Ronan didn’t take it easy. He just didn’t know how to. I’d heard whispers about the mafia heir’s legendary stamina, but nothing prepared me for this. Nothing.

He growled low in his throat, voice like gravel and sin. “You thought I couldn’t handle you?”

His hips slammed into mine again with brutal precision. I could only nod, my face burning, my lips parted as helpless moans spilled out faster than I could control them.

Ronan wrapped his arms tight around my thighs and dragged me even closer, grinding deep as if to prove a point. “You thought I couldn’t take care of a needy little bottom like you?” he bit out, his voice thick with exertion.

His fingers curled into the flesh of my thighs, spreading me wide open, locking me in place. His stare bore into mine, wild and almost predatory, like he was determined to break me apart just to see how far I’d go for him.

And God… I was going. I was gone.

“Damn. You’re just a whimpering mess now, huh? A needy little bottom taking cock like you were made for it.”

His words were filth—pure filth—and each one made my body clench harder around him. Then he slammed into me with so much force I nearly screamed, fists tightening in the sheets like my life depended on it.

“Fuck, you’re so loud when your tight little hole’s getting stretched open like this…” he grunted, breath ragged against my ear.

Why does he have such a filthy fucking mouth? My brain was reeling. Who would've thought…? Hell, I was jealous—actually jealous of my sister. She gets this for life?

Chloe, if you ever find out what I’m doing right now… please forgive me. I just… I can’t stop.

My hand wrapped around my leaking cock, stroking in time with the brutal pace of his thrusts. The wet slaps of skin filled the air, and I felt him twitch inside me—his cock pulsing, swelling thicker.

His pace turned punishing.

“Fuck…” he growled, voice low and feral. “I’m gonna come.”

His hips snapped forward faster, deeper, chasing the edge like a man starved. His grip tightened on my thighs. My eyes rolled back.

And I knew—he wasn’t just only going to come.

He was going to wreck me with it.

And he fucked, continued fucking me so hard I saw different stars.

My hand moved furiously over my throbbing length, matching Ronan's brutal rhythm. His face, twisted with ecstasy, drove me higher and higher.

"Fuck..." I choked out, my eyes locked onto his erotic expression.

Ronan's balls tightened against his body as he bottomed out inside me. "Fuck... fuck... I'm gonna breed this little hole... fuck!" His voice grew rougher with each animalistic thrust.

That fucking dirty mouth!

A stream of blistering hot cum burst deep inside me, making my walls clench desperately. "Ahhh...." I whimpered, feeling each powerful jet mark my insides.

Ronan's hips continued to move slightly, milking every last drop into me.

Feeling Ronan's hot seed shoot deep inside me made my body tighten. "Fuck...!" I cried out, my back arching.

My hand moved like lightning over my cock. Three streams of hot, white cum shot out, landing on my chest and stomach.

Ronan's body shook as he emptied his load into me. He let out a satisfied groan, his hips still moving slowly. When he pulled out, a trickle of his cum leaked out of my well-used hole.

Ronan collapsed onto the bed beside me, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Never... again, ever,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

I didn’t answer. I just turned away, wiping the mess from his stomach with trembling fingers. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him—not after hearing those words, not when it felt like he’d just buried what we shared under a careless goodbye. Like it hadn’t meant something more... to both of us.