“Bro’s losing his mind,” Walker says, amused. “You just emptied out two minutes ago and you’re already bricked up again.”
“Can you blame me? Look at him—taking dick after dick. Bro, I wanna go again so bad. Wanna feel that creamy hole—I don’t care.”
“Patience, virgin.” Grant says, moving around the couch. “Your dick needs to recover.”
“I’m not a—”
“He’s right,” Miles cuts in, and I feel the couch dip as he settles near my feet. “Gotta let the blood flow before you even think about round two.”
“Bro, Finn doesn’t need that much blood down there to begin with,” Walker says.
I see Finn flip him off. “Fuck you, man. My dick’s a perfectly average size.”
Grant snorts. “Is that another name fordisappointing?”
Finn mutters something that sounds like “bullshit, bro” and “horse cock”, but I’m not listening anymore. Grant is touching my face again, spreading all the spit and pre across my chin, my cheeks, my forehead. I can see him again, and that would be a creep-ass look on his face if I wasn’t so down for it.
He thumbs my bottom lip, pulling it down, smearing wetness across my teeth.
“Our pretty little doll’s ready to come again from getting dicked down?” He doesn’t wait for an answer—not that I could give him one. He gets his hands under my arms and hauls me off the couch like I’m a bag of meat.
I’m not small. I’m five-eleven and I’ve got enough muscle to rival Walker. Grant picks me up anyway, easy, like the weight is a non-issue.
Something catastrophic happens inside my brain when he does that.
I don’t know what to call it. A short circuit. A system reboot. Whatever it is, my cock throbs, and I accept deep in my core that my new favorite thing in the world is being manhandled by men.
Grant drops onto the couch right where I was splayed, hauling me against his chest, my back to his front. I feel Miles’load slicking the space between my cheeks and Grant’s thighs, and neither of us gives a shit.
He’s massive like this. I can feel how wide he is behind me, chest like a wall against my back. One arm bands around my waist, holding me in place, and I’m trying really hard to stay dead weight, a brainless fuck-sleeve.
“Look at you,” Grant murmurs against my ear, the heat of it sending a violent shiver down my spine. His free hand slides down my stomach, through the mess of my own pre drying tacky on my skin. His fingers crush my cock once, a hard squeeze that has me seeing spots before he lets go. His fingertips find the sloppy wreck of my hole, and he presses there, pushing Miles’ cum back inside me where it belongs. “Gaping and stuffed full of jizz. Nasty little doll.”
I flinch when he pushes two fingers in and spreads them, opening me up so more cum slides out in a filthy gush. It feels gross and degrading.
I guess I like gross and degrading a lot.
“Sensitive?” he asks. “Or do you need more?”
I don’t reply. My cock kicks anyway.
“Yeah,” he says. “Thought so.”
He lifts me.
With both hands on my thighs, he hauls me up, centering me over his lap until I feel the blunt cockhead notch against my ruined rim. The second it touches me, my body knows this is going to be different from Miles, and different from anything else tonight.
Grant is big—I know that already. But there’s knowing he’s huge, and then there’s feeling that monster nudge at myentrance. My internal alarm screams that I’m about to be split open, gutted, and destroyed. But my body’s begging for it.Droolingfor it. My hole is twitching so hard I can feel these desperate little spasms that want to suck him in whether my brain’s ready or not.
“So fucking eager, aren’t you? I can feel you twitching, doll. That little cunt of yours is so fucking hungry.”
He’s not wrong. My hole is fluttering against his cockhead like it’s starving, like it hasn’t been stuffed full three times already tonight. Every pulse of my rim against his thick tip just makes me want him deeper. Just makes me need him to split me open already.
“You want this fat cock?”
“Dude,” Finn says, sounding alarmed. “You’re not seriously gonna—”
Grant drops me down.
