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My eyes widen at the reminder of what he did to me, and I struggle a little to try and get him to stop. He's ruining this for me by bringing that shit up. Brock only laughs and fucks me harder. I know he said I can say Red and that he will stop, but do I really want him to?
He understands me and laughs some more. "What's the matter? You didn't like me bringing that up, and yet, you don't want me to stop, do you? You're a slut for cock now, aren't you?" He grins. "I guess I can thank Beau for that, huh? You may say you won't, but you will be coming back for more dick time and again."
I try shaking my head.
"You're a fucking liar, Ryan. You dropped one addiction only to pick up another. Admit it…you're becoming a sex addict." His hips pound into me faster, and that's when I feel it, the slight squeeze of his hand.
He's cutting off my air.
I bring my hands back down and start clawing at his wrist, but he laughs. "Come for me, Ryan. Cream all over my cock like a good whore."
My body betrays me and starts to tremble beneath him.
"Ah, that's it." He slams into me repeatedly. "Your body knows its place…"
Spots dance before my eyes as darkness surrounds me, and I come hard. This is what Brock was waiting for. He wanted me to come as I pass out from lack of air. He groans and shoves his cock as deep as he can. With the condom on, I can't feel his release, but I know it's happening.
He lets go of my neck when darkness takes me, and I hear him groan, "Coming as I watch you pass out is my favorite part..."
I wake up to hands fondling my nipples, and my first thought is that my shirt wasn't taken off earlier, but now, I feel completely exposed. My eyes snap open, and I'm met with a set of hazel ones as Brock's mouth latches onto my breast. I'm about to push him away when a tingle shoots straight to my core from the sensation his teeth give me as they nibble.
His other hand is between my thighs, pushing a few fingers into me. I couldn't have been out long, but it must have been long enough for Brock to strip me of the rest of my clothes. He's naked also, and he doesn't explain why he felt the need to strip us when we had already done thedeed.
As if he can read my mind, he pulls my nipple out with his teeth, putting pressure on it before popping his mouth off and grinning when I make a face from the pain it inflicts. "I'm far from done with you, Ryan. You didn't think this would be a one-and-done, did you?"
"No, but I need to go soon…" I tell him, then moan when he presses another finger into me.
"I don't think you really want to leave, Ry. Do you?" Brock dips his head and nips at my neck. "The ache isn't entirely gone, now, is it?" he whispers into my ear.
My heart races at his words, and my body grinds against his fingers as they pump in and out of me. "Brock," I whine. "I really should go…"
"I'm going to fuck you again, Ryan. Isn't that why you came over? You needed this, and I'm willing to give it to you." He pushes up onto his knees, and as his hand continues to fuck me, he rolls another condom on, "I'm going to have to stock up on these babies because something tells me that this slutty cunt will be coming back for more quite often."
I hate that he may be right. This shouldn't be happening, but Ineed something to take the edge off, and unless I want to go back to the drugs, this will have to do. I can't form any words, so I stare at him and wait for him to take me again, but he has other plans for me.
"Turn around, Ryan. Get on your hands and knees for me." He waits until I do his bidding, then he roughly shoves my head down into the mattress. "This is the position I want you in when I tell you to turn. Remember this for next time."
A sting comes down on my ass cheek, and memories come flooding back. I remember my stepfather delivering my spankings and then rubbing my cheeks with his hand. I thought he slipped his finger where it shouldn't be at the time, but I still don't know if I imagined it.
When I moan, Brock chuckles. "I see you like to be spanked. Are you a pain slut, Ryan?"
His hand lands on my pussy, and pleasure streaks through me. "Oh God…"
"Fuck yeah, you are!" Brock says excitedly. "You just made this so much more fun, Ry." Brock slams into me hard as his fingers dig into my hips.
He takes me this way for a bit, then tangles his hand into my hair and lifts me with it. I cry out, and he laughs, pulling me against him so my back is pressed to his chest. Yanking my head to the side by my hair, his teeth come down on my neck, and he sucks.
I'm too far gone to care. With my climax building fast, I pay no attention to the marks he's sprinkling all over my neck as he fucks me from behind. He squeezes my tits and then let’s go of my hair, slapping my clit repeatedly until I'm coming on his cock.
"Mm, that's it…such a good whore."
Gone is the friendliness I've always known him for, and in its place is a sadistic sex fiend who enjoys hurting and degrading me. The worst part is that I like this Brock. It's like he's a different person, not a friend from my past who will judge me for wanting these things done to me. It's helping me to forget for a while, and it's exactly what I need right now.
"Uh…Brock…please!"
"Please, what?"
“Please…make me come again…”
