เข้าสู่ระบบZy's POV
"Fuck."
The voice came out again.
I went into the room, it was dark except for the small lamp by the side of the bed.
I should have turned around right there.
I did not.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt off, one hand wrapped around his hard cock, eyes closed like he was not even in the room anymore. He smelt like beer.
He had not heard the door.
I recognized him. Grant, Ronan's brother.
The quiet one who never said much beyond hey and bye and can you keep it down in there.
I looked at his body, every muscle tight and defined, and I felt myself get wet, a slow trickle running down between my legs as I watched him stroke himself.
Fuck, maybe Ronan was right, my libido is really high for a virgin, and I am going to prove to him that I can take a cock inside me.
His eyes opened.
"You want some cock".
My eyes widened at those words, I swallowed the spit already gathering in my mouth.
"You stood there and watched me, don't you want to join?.
His hand kept moving on his cock, slow and firm.
He looked straight at me, his jaw tight, his face beautiful and hard at the same time, he was everything Ronan wasn't.
"Come closer, come take daddy's cock, do not just stand there and watch".
I walked toward him before I could stop myself, my body no longer listening to my head.
"Get down there bitch, don't make my cock wait."
His voice was low and dominating, and my knees bent.
I knelt in front of him without thinking, I wrapped both hands around his cock and felt the weight of it, long and thick, heavy in my palms, so much bigger than Ronan's almost 10 inch.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip, then I opened my mouth and took him in.
"Shit, yes."
He groaned, one hand sliding into my hair, not pulling hard yet, just holding me there.
"Suck it properly slut".
I moved my mouth down his length, taking as much as I could, my lips stretching around him, saliva already coating him.
"Deeper," he groaned.
I pushed further, my throat tightening, eyes watering a little, but I kept going because his hand stayed firm on the back of my head.
"That's it, take it all the way, do not pull off until I say."
I breathed through my nose and sank down until my lips met his base, my throat full of him.
He held me there for a few seconds, not long enough to panic, just long enough that I felt him pulse against my tongue.
"Good, now suck," he ordered.
I pulled back and then took him in again, slower this time, using my tongue along the underside while my hands stroked the places my mouth couldn't cover.
He let out a low sound, his hips lifting a little to meet me.
"Faster now, use that mouth like you mean it."
I did, bobbing my head, sucking harder, letting spit run down his shaft and over my fingers.
He watched me the whole time, eyes dark, jaw still tight.
"Look at me while you suck daddy's cock."
I lifted my eyes to his and kept moving, taking him deep again, my throat working around him.
He pushed my head down once more, held me for another few seconds, then let me up just enough to breathe.
Fuck! He is so good.
"Faster bitch, faster, fuck!! Fuck bitch, fuck!," he moaned.
Shit! I thought, he is using me and I fucking love it!!.
"You like this, you came in here wet and now you have a cock in your mouth".
I made a small sound around him, I could not answer with words.
"Keep sucking, do not stop until I fucking cum".
I worked him with my mouth and hands, faster, tighter, taking him as far as I could each time, my knees pressing into the floor, my own wetness slipping further down my thighs, my pussy trobbed hard.
His breathing changed, his grip in my hair tightened just enough to guide me.
"Take it, swallow it all".
He came hard, thick and hot, filling my mouth, and I swallowed as he told me to, not pulling away until the last pulse left him.
He stayed in my mouth a moment longer, then eased back, thumb brushing the corner of my lips.
"Fuck your mouth really knows how to handle a cock," he groaned. "What do you want your reward to be for sucking my bad boy?".
His voice was still rough from coming, thumb still resting on my lower lip, eyes locked on mine like he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear me say it.
My mouth opened, spit and the taste of him still coating my tongue, and the words came out before I could dress them up.
"I want you to touch me, I want your mouth on me, I want you to suck my pussy until I cannot think".
He stared at me for a long second, then his mouth curved, not soft, just satisfied.
"Good girl, get on the bed, lie back, pull that dress up and spread those legs for daddy."
I did it, my heart slamming, dress already pushed to my waist, no panties because I never put any when going to Ronan's place, my pussy already shiny and throbbing so hard it hurt.
He knelt between my thighs like he owned the space, big hands spreading me wider, thumbs brushing the wet lips and making me jolt.
"Look at this pretty wet cunt, dripping just from sucking cock, it's fucking perfect."
Then his mouth was on me.
"Oh my god," I moaned.
The first long lick from bottom to top made my back arch off the bed, a broken sound leaving my throat, his tongue flat and hot and slow like he was tasting every drop.
"Shit, Grant..." I screamed.
He did not stop, he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, hard enough that my vision went white for a second, then soft again, then hard, he kept switching until my thighs shook around his head.
"Fuck, fuck, your mouth..."
I could not finish the sentence, my hands flew to his hair, not pushing away, pulling him closer, hips rolling up against his face like I had no control left.
He groaned against me, the vibration shooting straight into my core, he kept sucking, tongue flicking, lips sealed, one hand pinning my hip down so I could not escape the pleasure.
My tits rose and fell fast under the thin fabric, nipples tight, every nerve on fire.
"Gosh, it feels too good, better than my own fingers, better than Ronan's fingers, and the fact that it was Ronan’s brother making me this wet only made the throb worse.
"I am going to come...I am going to come on your tongue,"I stammered.
"No no bitch," he said with a sinful frown. "You don't come until I say so."
He sucked harder right as the words left me, two thick fingers sliding through my wetness and pushing inside, stretching me just enough to burn in the best way, curling up while his mouth stayed locked on my clit.
"Shit! Yes!," I moaned. I have never felt this way before, maybe my libido isn't high, Ronan didn't just know how to touch me till I pop.
Fuck! My whole body locked, pussy clamping down on his fingers, the orgasm ripping through me so hard I saw stars, a loud broken moan tearing out of me as I soaked his mouth and chin.
He did not pull away, he kept licking me through it, slower, drinking every drop like he was starving, until I was shaking and oversensitive and still somehow wanting more.
When he finally lifted his head his lips were shiny, eyes dark, voice low.
"That's what good little cock-suckers get, a proper tongue-fucking".
I was still panting, legs open, pussy throbbing with aftershocks, and the need inside me only got sharper.
"Fuck me, please, I want your cock, I need it inside me, I am so empty," I said.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then climbed up over me, still hard again, the thick length brushing against my wet folds but not pushing in.
"No".
The single word hit harder than any slap.
I blinked up at him, chest heaving.
"What?" I gasped.
"I don't fuck strangers with my dick," he said, calm, almost gentle in the cruelty of it. "Even if that stranger just swallowed my cum and came on my tongue".
My stomach dropped, the heat still burning between my legs, the ache so deep it felt like it would never leave.
"But I am right here, I am wet, I am ready, I just had your cock in my throat..." I talked fast.
"And you still do not know my me, he cut in, one hand wrapping lightly around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking the side of my neck."
Fuck him, I just moaned out your name, I know you dick-head, I thought.
"I can eat this pretty pussy until you cry, I can let you suck me dry, I can call you every filthy name that fits, but I am not burying my cock in a girl I met an hour ago in the dark, even if she is the hottest little thing I have ever tasted."
The rejection should have cooled me down, but no it did the opposite.
My chest twisted hard, I felt a mix of shame and want so strong my eyes stung, he refused to fuck me even while I begged, fuck!!.
I had walked in on him, dropped to my knees, swallowed every drop of this come, spread my legs without being asked twice, and still he would not give me the one thing my body was screaming for.
I hated how much that made me want him more.
He leaned down, mouth close to my ear, voice pure sin.
"But I will keep you, sweet little cumslut," he groaned in my ears.
The name landed like a brand.
My pussy clenched so hard, a fresh rush of wetness slipping out onto the sheets.
"You like that name, don't you," he murmured, feeling the way my body reacted.
"My sweet little cumslut who walks into rooms she should not, who gets on her knees for a stranger who comes on her tongue and then begs for more."
"Yes, I whispered, the word broken, honest. Yes, daddy."
He kissed the corner of my mouth, he tasted like me, then he pulled the thin straps of my dress down in one rough tug, exposing my tits completely, cool air hitting my already tight tits.
"Fuck, look at these," he growled, eyes dark with hunger.
His mouth crashed onto my left breast first, lips sealing around the nipple and sucking hard, deep pulls that made my back arch off the bed again, a loud moan ripping out of me.
"Shit...oh my god...".
He sucked stronger, tongue flicking the tip while his lips stayed locked, the wet heat of his mouth sending sparks straight down to my still-throbbing pussy.
His hand grabbed my other tit, he sqeezed hard, thumb rubbing the nipple in rough circles before he switched sides, mouth latching onto the right one with the same intense suction.
Gosh!, it feel so filthy and perfect, the way he sucks like he was trying to pull something out of me, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp, then sucking harder again, loud wet sounds filled the quiet room.
My hands flew to his hair, holding him against my chest, tits rising and falling fast under his mouth.
He groaned against my skin, the vibration making my nipples even tighter, and kept going, switching from one to the other, sucking deep, long, hungry pulls, saliva making them shiny, the peaks red and swollen from his mouth.
"Fuck, your tits taste as good as your cunt," he muttered between sucks, then sealed his lips around the left nipple again and pulled hard enough that my toes curled.
I dripped again my pussy clenched hard the dual sensation of his mouth on my tits and the memory of his tongue between my legs made me dizzy.
"Please," I begged. My voice cracked, I need more, I need your cock...".
He lifted his head just enough to look at me, lips wet, one hand still squeezing my breast, his thumb flicked my sensitive tip.
"Not with my dick, sweet little cumslut," he said, his voice low and final, "but I am nowhere near done with these pretty tits or that greedy pussy."
Then his mouth was back on me, sucking even harder, and I knew I was going to come again just from the way he treated my body like it already belonged to him.
And I am fucking not going to let him go without taking his number.
"Cutttttt," a man snapped.
He came out from the other side of the room.
Cut? What the fuck is going on?.
Zy's POVBy the next morning the campus had fully turned.I walked to the student center with Ivy and felt the difference in the air. People still stared, but the stares had changed. No more smug little smiles. No more whispering like I was the problem. Now the whispers followed Bella. Screenshots of her bruise selfies were still circulating. Someone had printed the side-by-side timestamps and taped them to a board near the cafeteria. Her name was being dragged in every group chat that used to protect her.Ivy kept checking her phone. “Her closest friend just posted a story. ‘I don’t support fake victims.’ No name, but everybody knows who she means.”I didn’t smile. I just kept walking.We were near the admin building when we saw the black car. Bella’s mother stepped out first, face tight, then Bella herself. She looked smaller than usual. No perfect birthday energy left. Just a girl being walked into the same building where she once sat and destroyed my scholarship. Two staff members
Zy's POVBy noon the whole campus felt different.Ivy and I stayed in my room most of the morning watching the posts multiply, but eventually we had to leave. I had a shift later and she needed food. We barely made it halfway across the courtyard before the energy hit us. People were clustered in small groups, phones out, voices low. A few looked up when I passed. Not with the old pity or disgust. Something closer to curiosity.Ivy muttered, “It’s working.”I didn’t answer. My stomach was tight.We were near the steps of the student center when I heard her.“Zy.”I stopped. Ivy stopped beside me.Bella stood a few feet away, phone clutched in her hand, birthday outfit still perfect, but her face was wrong. The soft victim look was gone. What replaced it was raw and furious. Two of her usual friends hovered behind her but they weren’t standing as close as before.I kept my voice flat. “What?”She stepped closer. “You think this is funny?”“I think it’s your birthday.”Her eyes flashed.
Zy's POVI didn’t sleep at all.Ivy stayed over and we sat on my bed with both phones face-up between us like we were waiting for a bomb to go off. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the occasional car passing outside. My stomach had been in a tight knot since midnight. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Bella’s face the way she looked in the scholarship office — soft, bruised, playing victim while she ruined my life.At 5:58 a.m. Ivy looked at me.“Ready?”My mouth was dry. “Do it.”She didn’t hesitate. She opened the first burner account and hit post. Then the second. Then the third. Within ninety seconds the same set of photos and the short clip were live across every major campus group chat, story circle, and anonymous board we could reach.No names. No captions pointing fingers. Just the evidence.Side-by-side images of Bella’s “fresh bruises” next to the original timestamped selfies from her own cloud, taken two hours before the meeting. The folder names sit
Zy's POVIvy walked in without knocking, phone in hand, hoodie half zipped. I was about to ask what took her so long when the smell hit me.I wrinkled my nose. “Why do you smell like sex?”She froze for half a second then smirked. “Because I was in the middle of getting fucked when the tech guy called. You’re welcome.”“You’re nasty.”“You’re welcome,” she repeated, dropping onto my bed. “He got everything. Full cloud backup. Original files, timestamps, the folder where she saved the bruise selfies before she put makeup on them. Even the draft captions she never posted.”I sat up straighter. “Show me.”She unlocked her phone and handed it over. I scrolled in silence. The fake bruise photos were timestamped two hours before she walked into the scholarship meeting. The original video files were longer and clearer than the scraps she had been leaking. There was even a screen recording of her editing the “assault” clip.My hands tightened around the phone.“She’s been sitting on all of th
Ivy’s POVHe had me bent over the desk, jeans shoved down to my knees, one strong hand fisted in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. He wasn’t being gentle. He was fucking me deep and steady, every thrust slamming me forward so the desk legs scraped the floor. The wet sound of his cock driving into me filled the room.“Fuck… ah… shit—” I moaned, fingers digging into the wood.“Take it,” he growled against my ear, pulling my hair so my back arched harder. “Open up for me.”He snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt. I cried out, legs trembling. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He just started pounding into me, rough and relentless, the slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. My tits swung under me with every thrust. I could feel him stretching me open, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll.“Oh my god… yes… fuck me—”He reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight, mean circles while he kept slamming into me from behind. The dual pressure
Zy's POVI was still on the floor when the knocking started.Hard, fast, the kind that didn’t care if the whole house woke up. I dragged myself up, face swollen, and opened the door ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off.Ivy pushed past me before I could say a word.“You look like shit,” she said, dropping her bag on my bed. “Sit down.”“I’m not in the mood, Ivy.”“I don’t care what mood you’re in.” She turned and faced me fully. “When last did you eat?”“I’m fine.”“You’re not fine. You’ve been ignoring my calls for two days and you look like you cried yourself into another dimension. Sit.”I sat because my legs were already done. Ivy stood in front of me with her arms crossed, eyes scanning my face like she was reading every ugly thing I hadn’t said out loud.“What happened?” she asked.I laughed once. It came out cracked. “Grant fucked Bella. That’s what happened.”Ivy’s expression didn’t change the way I expected. No shock. No gasps. Just a tight jaw.“How do you know?”“She se







