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Elliot’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder. Wet slaps echoed louder; sweat slicked our skin, making every thrust glide smoother, deeper. My cock slapped against my stomach with each bounce, pre-cum flinging in arcs. Pleasure built wild; I ground down messy, circling my hips to feel him hit every wall inside me.Elliot came with a shattered groan, flooding me hot and deep, pulses throbbing against my insides. I didn’t stop, I kept riding through it, milking every drop. When he softened slightly, I lifted off, cum gushing out in a warm rush down my thighs. I crawled up his body, straddled his face. “Clean me.”His hands gripped my ass, spread me wide. Tongue plunged in, hot, wet, licking every drop of his own cum from my hole. The sensation overwhelmed; his tongue swirled deep, sucking, probing. Pleasure crashed through me; my cock jerked, leaking onto his chin. I moaned loud, grinding down on his face, thighs quivering around his ears. His moans vibrated inside me; the wet

PULLED OVER AND GETTING FUCKEDThe rain had just started, fat, lazy drops smacking the windshield—when the red and blue lights flared in my rearview mirror. My stomach did that quick, guilty flip even though I knew I wasn’t speeding. I signaled, eased onto the shoulder, killed the engine. Gravel crunched under the tires. The patrol car pulled in behind me, lights still pulsing, turning the inside of my car into a slow strobe.I watched in the side mirror as the officer stepped out. Tall. Broad shoulders filling out the dark uniform shirt. Rain immediately darkened the fabric across his chest. He approached with that measured cop walk, boots deliberate, flashlight beam cutting through the drizzle. When he reached my window I rolled it down. Cool, wet air rushed in.“Evening,” he said. Voice low, calm, a little rough around the edges like he’d been talking over sirens all night. “License and registration.”I fumbled in the glove box, handed them over. Our fingers brushed—his were warm d

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built like a storm inside me. The bed creaked under us, the mattress dipping with each snap of his hips. His cock filled me completely—hot, thick, dragging over every sensitive spot. My own dick rubbed between our stomachs, slick with pre-cum, the friction sending sparks up my spine. Moans spilled from my throat, muffled against his lips—"Dylan—fuck—Dylan—" He broke the kiss, breath ragged against my ear. “How did you know my name, baby?” "Dylan?" I gasped, the word breaking on a moan as he thrust deeper. "Dylan—yes—" My sex crush namesake was fucking the hell outta me. The feeling was overwhelming, I tightened my grip around him as he sped up—harder, faster, skin slapping loud in the quiet house. Rain hammered the roof overhead, a steady roar that matched the blood rushing in my ears. His hand slid between us, wrapped around my cock, and stroked in time with his thrusts. Firm

Damon’s voice rumbled against my ear. “Bedroom. Now.”Malik half-carried me through the connecting door. The bedroom was darker,black walls, king bed with black sheets, a single red bulb overhead. A padded bench waited at the foot of the bed; cuffs dangled from chains on the headboard. My stomach flipped in anticipation, nerves, raw want all twisting together.They laid me face-down on the bench, wrists clipped to the legs, ankles spread and secured. Ass up, completely exposed. Cool air kissed my hole; I clenched instinctively. Damon’s hand smoothed down my spine, reassuring, possessive. “The safe word is red,” he said. “Use it if you need to.”I nodded, cheek pressed to the padded leather.The first thing I felt was the paddle, smooth wood, and wide. It cracked across my left cheek. Sharp sting bloomed instant. I gasped. Another on the right. Heat layered over heat. My cock throbbed beneath me, leaking onto the bench. They took turns, Ethan’s strikes lighter, teasing; Malik’s heavier

He dragged my head down by the hair, gentle but firm and crashed our mouths together. Ethan leaned in at the same time. Three sets of lips met—messy, uncoordinated at first, then finding rhythm. Tongues slid against each other, tasting salt and cum and whiskey. I moaned into the kiss; the vibration made both of them groan. Malik’s hand sped up on my cock; I bucked into it, whimpering. Damon broke away first, kissed down my neck, sucked a fresh mark over the one he’d already left. Ethan took my mouth again—deep, claiming—while his hand joined Malik’s on my cock. Two hands stroking me now—different rhythms, different pressures. Pleasure spiked sharp; my thighs shook. I moaned into Ethan’s mouth, loud and desperate. Malik moved behind me, pressed his cock against my crack. “Ready for more, pretty boy?” I nodded frantically. “Yes—please—” He pushed in slowly, thick cock stretching me open again. I cried out, back arching. Damon kissed me through it, deep, swallowing my moans. Ethan ke