Chapter 4

JAKE’S POV

His gaze dropped to my lips, a filthy smirk curling his mouth. Before I could react, he hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. “Hey!” I yelled, panic spiking as he kicked open a bedroom door and threw me onto the bed.

I stared up, chest heaving, as he loomed over me, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. “Figured it out yet, whore?” he purred, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing carved muscles that made my throat dry. “You’re my new fucktoy.”

“I’ll fuck you raw whenever I want,” he growled, grabbing my face, fingers digging into my cheeks. “And you better make my cock happy, or you’re leaving in a body bag.”

Tears pricked my eyes, his words sinking like lead. He pinned my wrists above my head, ripping my clothes off with one hand. I was bare, exposed, my cock twitching despite the fear.

“You ever take a man’s dick before?” he asked, his voice dripping with filth as he eyed my flushed body.

I looked away, cheeks burning. “Y-yeah…”

He crashed his lips against mine, tongue forcing its way in, claiming every inch of my mouth. I squirmed, helpless, his dominance overwhelming. He pulled back, panting, eyes blazing with lust as he unbuckled his belt, freeing his massive cock—thick, veined, and already leaking.

I flinched as he pressed the tip against my hole, my body tensing. “W-wait,” I stammered, heart racing. “That monster’s gonna rip me apart.”

He scoffed, annoyed, but grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it at me. “Prep your slutty hole. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I fumbled with the bottle, hands shaking as I poured lube onto my fingers. My eyes squeezed shut as I pushed two fingers into my ass, stretching myself, biting back a moan. Fuck, this was humiliating, and his piercing stare made it worse.

“Too fucking slow,” Milo growled, yanking me into his lap. He pinned my wrists behind my back, his free hand shoving three fingers into my hole without warning. I gasped, toes curling, tears stinging as he pumped them deep, curling just right.

“Fuck!” I moaned, body betraying me, hips rocking against his hand.

“Look at you, slut, already leaking for me,” he taunted, adding a fourth finger, stretching me wide. “This tight ass is gonna feel so good on my cock.”

He pulled out, smirking. “Bend over, whore. Show me that hole.”

I scrambled to obey, knees weak, face buried in the sheets to hide my shame. He didn’t wait, pushing his thick cock into me slow, the burn making me sob. “It fucking hurts!” I gripped the sheets, knuckles white.

“Shut up and take it, bitch,” he snarled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled out, then slammed back in, splitting me open. I screamed, pain mixing with a twisted spark of pleasure as he pounded me, each thrust deeper, his balls slapping my ass.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, yanking my hair to arch my back. “Squeezing my cock like a good little slut.”

I couldn’t think, drool dripping from my open mouth, tears streaming as he fucked me raw. It was too much, too deep, his cock hitting spots I didn’t know existed. “P-please… slower…” I begged, voice muffled.

He laughed, dark and cruel, picking up the pace. “You don’t call the shots, whore.”

Without warning, he flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. “Look at me,” he ordered, grabbing my jaw. “I wanna see that pretty face while I wreck your hole.”

I whimpered, meeting his gaze, shame burning my cheeks as he thrust back in, relentless. His cock filled me, stretching me to the limit, and my own dick throbbed, leaking precum onto my stomach.

“Dirty slut, getting hard for me,” he mocked, wrapping a hand around my cock, stroking rough and fast. I moaned, hips bucking, trapped in a haze of pain and pleasure.

He shifted, pulling me up to straddle him, impaling me on his cock. “Ride me, bitch,” he growled, slapping my ass hard. I gasped, moving my hips, his dick hitting deeper with every bounce.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, hands gripping my thighs. “Take every inch, you filthy whore.”

I couldn’t hold back, moaning as he thrust up to meet me, our bodies slapping together. “M-Milo…” I gasped, head thrown back, lost in the heat.

He yanked me down, lips crashing against mine, biting my lip until I tasted blood. “Cum for me, slut,” he growled, stroking my cock faster.

I shattered, cum spilling over his hand, my body shaking as he kept fucking me through it. With a final thrust, he groaned, unloading deep inside me, hot and thick, filling me until it dripped down my thighs.

I collapsed against him, gasping, vision blurry. He smirked, brushing a thumb over my swollen lips. “Get used to this, whore. I’m gonna fuck you every damn day.”

He shoved me onto the bed, standing to zip up. “Shower. Now. I’m not done with you yet.”

I stumbled to my feet, legs shaky, his cum still leaking from my hole. In the bathroom, he pushed me against the tiled wall, the shower spraying hot water over us. “On your knees,” he ordered, cock already hard again.

I dropped, water soaking my hair as I took him in my mouth, gagging as he fucked my throat. “That’s it, suck me dry,” he groaned, hips snapping. His hands tangled in my hair, forcing me deeper until I choked, tears mixing with the water.

He pulled out, spinning me around to face the wall. “Spread your legs, slut.” I obeyed, and he slammed into me again, the wet slap of skin echoing in the shower. “Fuck, your ass was made for my cock,” he growled, pounding me until I saw stars.

When he came again, I was barely conscious, slumping against the wall as he held me up, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re mine, Jake. Every hole, every day. Don’t forget it.”