Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I can't just brush off what you've told me, David. I need to think, to figure out how I feel about all this. It's not fair to either of us if I rush into something without being sure."
David looked at me, his expression a mix of understanding and concern. "I get it, Aresa. I do. And I'm sorry if I've put you in a tough spot. But please, don't shut me out completely. Give me a chance to show you that I'm serious about us. That I want this to work."
I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words settle in my gut. "Okay, David.
I need some space to process this. I'll call you when I'm ready to talk."
David nodded, his expression serious. "I understand. Just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready. And Aresa, I mean it when I say I want this to work. I'm all in."
I gave him a small smile, trying to ignore the flutter of doubt in my stomach. "I know you are, David. And I appreciate that. I really do. Now, I need you to go. I'll talk to you soon."
David leaned in and kissed me softly on the forehead before gathering his clothes and leaving my apartment.
I watched him go, a mixture of emotions churning inside me. I was angry, confused, and hurt, but I also felt a pang of sympathy for him. It was clear that David was still struggling with his feelings for Karen, and I couldn't help but wonder if he would ever truly be able to move on.
I spent the rest of the day trying to distract myself from my thoughts by burying myself in my schoolwork. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting back to David and his confession.
I’m angry. I spread my legs for him. I gave him head. I had feelings for him. And he puts this crap out. This drama. Pining about some bullshit relationship from the past. I paced my apartment, the anger bubbling inside me like a pot ready to boil over. How could he do this to me? How could he expect me to just brush it off, like it was nothing?
I stopped in my tracks and turned to face the wall, my fists clenched at my sides. I needed to release this pent-up frustration, needed to let it out before it consumed me whole. I took a deep breath and let out a primal scream, my voice echoing off the bare walls of my apartment. It felt good, cathartic, and I did it again, venting my anger, my pain, my disappointment.
After the third scream, I stood there, panting and trembling, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt raw, exposed, but also relieved. I had let it all out, and now I could think clearly.
I turned away from the wall and walked over to my desk, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through my contacts and found the one I was looking for. With a deep breath, I hit the call button and put the phone on speaker. It rang twice before she picked up.
"Hey, what's up?" she answered, her voice warm and friendly.
"Hey, Emily, it's Aresa. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
"Not at all, girlfriend," she replied, her tone immediately concerned when she realized I wasn't calling for a casual chat. "What's going on? You sound off."
I took a deep breath, pacing back and forth in my small living room. "Can you come over? I need to talk to someone, and I don't trust myself to have this conversation over the phone."
There was a pause on the other end, and I could picture Emily's brows furrowing in worry. "Of course, I'll be right there.
Anything you need, Aresa. You know that." Emily's voice was steady and reassuring, even through the phone. I shouldn't be too long. Just need to vent a bit." I hung up and tossed my phone onto the couch, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I needed to get out of my own head for a bit, and Emily was always the best person to help me do that.
I paced around my apartment, waiting for her to arrive. When the knock came at the door, I took a deep breath and let her in.
Emily stepped inside, her eyes searching mine, a mixture of concern and curiosity etched on her face. "Okay, spill," she said, her voice soft but determined. "What's going on, Aresa?"
I gestured for her to sit down, and we settled onto the couch, the familiarity of our friendship a comfort in the midst of my turmoil. "It's David," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "He... he told me something, and I'm not sure how to handle it."
Emily leaned in, her eyes locked onto mine.
"Okay, what did he tell you?"
I hesitated for a moment, the words heavy in my chest. "He told me about his high school sweetheart. Said he's still not over her, and he's not sure if he ever will be."
Emily's eyebrows shot up, and her mouth opened slightly in shock. "Are you fucking kidding me? He told you this after you guys... you know, after everything?"
I nodded, a bitter taste in my mouth. "Yep. Just when I thought things were going well, he drops that bomb on me."
Emily's face darkened with anger.
"That's fucked up, Aresa. You deserve better than that." She crossed her arms, her expression fierce. "He should have told you that earlier, not after... well, you know."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I'm just... I don't know what to do, Emily. I like him, but this... this is a lot."
Emily uncrossed her arms and reached out, taking my hand in hers. "Listen to me. You're not being unreasonable. It's not fair for him to expect you to just accept that he's still hung up on some girl from his past.
Especially after everything you two have shared." Emily's grip on my hand tightened, her eyes flashing with indignation. "You've been there for him, Aresa. You've given him your time, your attention, your body. And he repays you by admitting he's still pining over someone else?" She shook her head, her jaw set in a harsh line. "No way, girlfriend. You're better than that."
I appreciated Emily's support, but I couldn't shake the feeling of doubt and uncertainty that had settled in the pit of my stomach.
“Fuck him! He is a liar and will never change, Aresa. I think you should move on. Next! “ What do you mean, ‘next’?”
Emily rolled her eyes. “You heard me. Forget about David and his high school sweetheart bullshit. Move on. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, Aresa.”
I shook my head, not so sure. “It’s not that easy, Emily. I care about him. And I’m not just going to forget about him because he has some baggage from his past.”
Emily leaned back against the couch, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Look, let’s party you and me. Girl to girl. Let’s get wasted. There’s a party at the Delta House tonight.” Emily looked at me with a mischievous grin.
“A party? Tonight? Who's hosting?” I asked, trying to shake off the heavy feelings that had been weighing on me all day.
“Some of the frat guys. Big party, lots of free drinks. It'll be a blast.”
I hesitated, considering her offer. I wasn't really in the mood to party, but maybe a night out was exactly what I needed to clear my head.
“Alright, let's do it,” I agreed.
“I could use a night out. But, Emily, promise me we're not going to get too crazy. I'm still trying to process everything with David.”
Emily grinned, “Of course. We'll have fun, but we'll keep it under control. Besides, who knows? Maybe you'll meet someone new tonight.”
I rolled my eyes, “Em, I'm not looking for a rebound. I just want to have a good time and forget about all this drama for a while.”
Emily held up her hands in surrender, “Fine, fine. No rebounding.
“Aresa, wear that sexy red outfit. That is so hot!” Emily exclaimed as I stepped out of my bedroom, dressed in a red, skin-tight dress that hugged all the right curves. It was one of those outfits that made me feel confident and sexy, and I knew it would turn heads at the party.
“You look amazing, Aresa,” Emily said, her eyes wide with approval. “Are you sure about this? You look like you’re about to steal someone’s man, not just go to a party.”
I laughed, feeling a boost of confidence from her compliment. “I just want to feel good about myself, you know?
“Girl, let’s do some shots.” Emily said. We finished getting ready, and she handed me a shot glass filled with some clear liquid. I didn't even ask what it was; I just downed it, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat.
"That's the spirit!" Emily cheered, handing me another shot. I downed it as well, feeling the alcohol start to warm my insides.
“One more shot.”
"You ready to go, girl?" Emily asked, grabbing her bag and keys.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, following her out the door.
The Delta House was already packed by the time we got there.
Emily and I pushed our way through the crowd, making our way to the kitchen where the drinks were being passed out. I grabbed two red cups and filled them with the punch that the frat brothers were serving. I took a sip and wrinkled my nose. The drink was sweet and fruity, but there was a definite kick to it.
Emily noticed me grimacing and laughed. "Don't worry, it'll go down smooth after a few more shots." She held up her cup, and we clinked them together before downing the rest of our drinks. Emily was right; the alcohol hit me faster after the shots we'd done at my apartment.
I felt a warm buzz spreading through my body, loosening my inhibitions and making me more confident than usual. I swayed to the music, letting the beat of the song pulse through my veins. I danced with Emily for a while, our bodies moving in sync as we laughed and shouted over the music.
After a few more drinks, I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned my head slightly and spotted a tall, muscular guy staring at me from across the room. He smiled when our eyes met, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. I smiled back, feeling a little naughty and daring.
I was here to have a good time, and that was exactly what I was going to do. I motioned for Emily to follow me, and we made our way across the room, weaving through the crowd of sweaty, gyrating bodies.
The guy was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was tall, with dark hair and a smirk that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. I liked that. I liked knowing that he was confident and in control. He was the epitome of every loser bad frat boy asshole you want to avoid.
I stopped in front of him, my body just inches away from his. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I wanted to get even closer.
"Hey," I said, my voice a little breathless. "I'm Aresa."
He flashed me a smile, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm Cole. Nice to meet you, Aresa."
I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me. This was exactly what I needed—a distraction, a chance to forget about David and his bullshit drama. I wanted to dive headfirst into something new, something exciting.
Cole reached out and ran a finger down my arm, sending a shiver through me. "You're stunning, Aresa.
You know that?" Cole said, his voice low and husky.
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I held his gaze, determined not to show any weakness. "Thanks. So are you."
Cole chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're not like the usual girls who come to these parties, are you?"
I smirked. "And what makes you say that?"
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my ear. "You're not afraid to say what you want. You're not afraid to take what you want."
I turned my head slightly, my lips brushing against his.
"You're right about that. I'm not here to play games."
Cole's eyes darkened, and he let out a low growl, his hands finding their way to my hips. Because I'm not either."
I felt his grip tighten, and I gasped slightly, the mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through me. I looked up at him, our faces only inches apart. "What do you want, Cole?" I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "I want to take you home with me tonight. But first, let’s down some Jell-O shots.” Cole snapped his fingers, signaling to one of his frat brothers who was passing by with a tray full of them. The guy nodded and handed us each a shot. I downed mine quickly, and so did Cole.
“So, Aresa, are you up for an adventure?” Cole asked, his voice low and seductive, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Depends on what kind of adventure you’re talking about,” I replied, tilting my head to the side, giving him a teasing smile.
Cole smirked, taking a step closer to me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it only made me want him more.
The alcohol was coursing through my veins, loosening my inhibitions and making me bolder than usual. I wanted this, wanted him, and I didn't care if it was just for one night. I needed a distraction, and Cole was more than willing to provide it.
"I'm up for anything," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. Cole's eyes flashed with triumph, and he slid his hand up my thigh, his fingers inching under the hem of my dress. I felt a jolt of electricity as his fingers brushed against my skin, and I let out a soft moan.
"Good," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
He rubbed against me, leaned in to my ear. “I want you so bad. Come with me!” Cole growled in my ear, his hand firmly on my ass, guiding me through the crowded frat house. The music pulsed, the bass thumping in my chest, but I barely noticed it. My head was spinning, and it wasn’t just from the alcohol. It was from the sheer force of Cole’s presence, his raw desire that he wasn’t even trying to hide.
We pushed through the crowd, and Cole led me to an upstairs bedroom in the house. The door closed behind us, and I heard the lock click into place. The room was dimly lit, with just a dim gold lamp in the corner and the moonlight streaming through the window. He turned to face me, his eyes dark and hungry.
Cole crossed the room in a few quick strides and pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed down on mine, and he kissed me with a hungry urgency that left me breathless.
His hands roamed over my body, gripping my hips, my ass, my breasts, as if he couldn't get enough of me. I moaned into his mouth, my body pressing against his, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against my stomach.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Cole groaned against my lips, his hands moving to the hem of my dress, lifting it up and over my head. I stood before him in my black lace bra and thong, my body flushed with desire.
Cole's eyes darkened as he took me in, his gaze lingering on my breasts before trailing down to the barely-there scrap of fabric between my legs.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Aresa," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I've been wanting to get my hands on you all night."
I ran my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. "Well, now's your chance," I whispered, my voice laced with challenge. "Don't disappoint me."
Cole grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Oh, I won't," he promised. He pushed me back against the wall, his body pinning me in place as he ground his cock against my stomach.
I could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and it sent a bolt of need coursing through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting more.
Cole's hands found my breasts, cupping them through the lace of my bra. He squeezed, not gently, his fingers kneading my flesh as he pinched my nipples through the thin fabric. I gasped, the sensation electric, sending shockwaves straight to my pussy.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he muttered, his mouth trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. "I want to taste you, Aresa.
I want to taste every fucking inch of your body," Cole growled, his hands moving to the straps of my bra, pushing them down and freeing my breasts. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. I let out a moan, my head falling back against the wall as he lavished attention on my breast.
"Oh, fuck, yes," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him in place. He switched to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, his teeth grazing the nipple and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, my pussy aching for his touch. I squirmed against him, wanting more, needing more.
Cole seemed to sense my desperation, his mouth trailing down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my belly button, making me shiver with anticipation. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong and tugged, snapping the flimsy fabric and exposing me to his hungry gaze.
"Jesus, Aresa," he murmured, his eyes darkening as he took in my naked, glistening pussy.
"You're so fucking wet for me. I can see it, I can smell it."
He leaned in, his breath hot on my mound, and I let out a low moan. He pressed his nose against my clit, inhaling deeply before letting out a groan of his own.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he lowered himself to his knees.
He looked up at me, his eyes locked onto mine as he leaned in and kissed my pussy, his tongue flicking out and tasting me for the first time.
I gasped, my hips bucking against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming. I felt his tongue invade me, plunging deep inside my pussy, fucking me with his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Cole, that feels so good," I moaned, my hands fisting his hair, my body writhing against the wall. He sucked and licked, his tongue exploring every inch of my pussy, driving me wild with desire. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm already threatening to consume me.
"Don't stop," I begged, my body trembling with need.
"Please, don't stop."
Cole looked up at me, his eyes wild with lust, his face glistening with my juices. "You taste so fucking good, Aresa. I could eat your pussy all night."
He went back to work, his tongue plunging deeper, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in circular motions, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.
"I'm going to come, Cole. Oh, god, I'm going to come," I panted, my hips bucking against his face.
"Don't stop, please don't stop."
Cole's fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he continued to devour my pussy, his tongue fucking me relentlessly. I could feel the orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out, my body convulsing as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. Cole didn't let up, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to prolong my orgasm. I rode out the waves, my body limp and boneless, my pussy still throbbing with pleasure.
Cole stood up, his mouth glistening with my juices, a wicked grin on his face.
"Fuck, you're delicious," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I wanna fuck the shit outta you."
He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down, his thick cock springing free. I licked my lips, my eyes widening at the sight of him. He was huge, his cock long and thick, the head glistening with precum.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice gruff with need.
I complied, crawling onto the mattress and positioning myself in the center. Cole followed, climbing onto the bed and settling between my spread thighs. He leaned down, his hot, wet mouth finding my pussy again, making me gasp and arch my back.
"You taste even better the second time around," he growled, his tongue flicking against my clit. "I can't get enough of your sweet little cunt."
His dirty talk sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me. I loved the way he talked to me, the way he made me feel so desired, so wanted.
I reached down and stroked his cock, feeling the hard length of him in my hand. "I want you inside me, Cole. Don't make me wait."
Cole looked up at me, his eyes dark with hunger. "Patience, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good." He continued to lap at my pussy, his tongue expertly working my clit, making me writhe and buck against him. I could feel another orgasm building, the pressure intense.
"God, Cole, please," I begged, my voice thick with need.
"I need you inside me now."
Cole looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face. "Begging for it, are you?" he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "You want my dick, Aresa? You want me to fuck you like you've never been fucked before?"
"Yes," I moaned, my hips bucking against his face. "I want it. Please, Cole, give it to me."
Cole chuckled darkly, his breath hot on my pussy. "You're going to have to ask me nicely," he said, his tongue flicking out to tease my clit.
I gasped, my hips jerking in response. "Please, Cole, I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me."
Cole growled, his eyes locked onto mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. "You're going to take every inch of me, Aresa. You're going to take it all."
He thrust into me in one swift move, filling me completely. I cried out, my back arching as I took all of him inside me.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move.
"And so fucking wet. I can feel you clenching around me."
I could barely speak, the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, overwhelming. "Yes," I gasped. "God, yes. You feel so good."
Cole started to move, his hips pistoning against mine as he set a relentless pace. I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, his cock rubbing against my G-spot and sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
"You like that, don't you?" Cole growled, his eyes locked onto mine.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Cole’s words were raw and primal, and they turned me on even more. He gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.
"Fuck, yes!" I cried out, my body tensing as I felt another orgasm building. Cole fucked me with an intensity that was almost brutal, his cock slamming into me again and again, hitting all the right spots inside me.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Cole growled, his voice laced with desire and dominance.
"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you, Aresa? You like it rough, don't you?"
I moaned in response, my body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Cole. I love it when you fuck me hard."
Cole's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers bruising my skin as he continued to pound into me. "You're such a fucking dirty slut, Aresa. You take my cock so well. You're made for this, aren't you?
You're made to take my cock like a fucking champ."
The raw, filthy words sent a jolt of excitement coursing through me. I loved it when he talked to me like that, like I was a dirty little slut who existed solely for his pleasure. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, but it felt so right.
"Yes," I moaned, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust. "I'm your dirty little slut, Cole. I'm yours to fuck however you want."
Cole let out a low groan, his fingers digging into my hips to the point of pain. "Fuck, yes. You're mine, Aresa.
All fucking mine. My cock, my mouth, my fucking hands are all yours. You're mine to fuck, to taste, to touch. To use as I fucking please."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, my body responding to the raw, primal hunger in his voice.
"That's right, Cole. I'm yours. Use me. Fuck me. Make me yours," I gasped, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
Cole growled, a low, animalistic sound that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.
I could taste myself on him, the evidence of his feasting on my pussy. It was filthy and primal, and it sent a surge of heat straight to my core.
"God, you taste good," he growled against my lips. "I could eat your pussy all night and still not get enough of you."
He broke away from the kiss, looking down at me with a hungry, feral gaze. "But I want to fuck you now. I want to feel your tight little cunt milking my cock while I slam into you. Do you want that, Aresa?
“That’s a tight little poop nook you have.” He pushed two fingers in my ass as he fucked me. “ God, Cole, that’s so fucking naughty.”
“You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you, slut? You like it when I fill your ass and your pussy at the same time?” Cole asked, his voice a low growl.
”Yes, Cole, I fucking love it,” I moaned, the sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure intense.
“You’re going to come for me, Aresa.
You’re going to come all over my cock while I fuck your ass and pussy,” Cole growled, his voice laced with raw lust and primal desire.
I could feel the pressure building within me, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure began to crest. “Yes, Cole,” I moaned, my hips meeting his thrusts, my body writhing beneath him. “I’m going to come for you.”
Cole’s fingers dug into my hips, his grip almost painful as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. “That’s it, Aresa. Take my cock. Take my fingers in your ass.
Come on, Aresa, take them like a good little slut."
I squirmed beneath him, the feeling of his fingers pushing into my ass making me clench around him. I'll take them," I moaned, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
Cole grinned wickedly, his fingers slowly pushing deeper into my ass as he continued to pound into my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of being filled in both holes sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
"Fuck, that's so tight," Cole groaned, his finger sliding deeper into my ass.
“Cum for me, bitch! Cum on that dick. Oh, three fingers in your ass!” Cole announced with a groan as he plunged them deeper, stretching me wider. The burn was intense, but the pleasure was so much more. I was on fire, my body alight with sensation, my nerves humming like live wires.
“Smack”. His hand cracked my ass hard.
The sting was instant, the sensation jolting through me, making me gasp. The first hit was unexpected, but I quickly realized that Cole wasn't done. He spanked me again, and again, each time his hand met my flesh, a sharp pain shot through me, quickly morphing into a delicious heat.
"Oh, god," I moaned, my body writhing beneath him. "That feels so fucking good."
Cole's fingers were still buried deep in my ass, stretching me, filling me. He thrust into me with his cock, the friction of his skin against mine sending electrical shocks of pleasure coursing through me.
“Fuck, yes, that's it. Take it, Aresa. Take my cock in your tight little ass and pussy,” Cole growled, his voice thick with lust as he pounded into me.
His grip on my hips was bruising, but I loved it. I wanted him to use me, to fuck me like he owned me.
“Harder, Cole. Fuck me harder,” I begged, my body on fire with need.
Cole obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more brutal. I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn't get enough of it.
"Oh fuck, Cole, right there," I moaned, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. "That's the spot."
Cole growled in approval, his fingers still buried deep in my ass. He began to move his hand, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me in time with his cock. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't believe how full I felt.
"Fuck, that's incredible," I gasped, my body writhing beneath him.
"I can't believe how full you make me feel." Cole's fingers pumped in and out of my ass, his cock fucking my pussy in unison. The sensation was overwhelming, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock, every twist and turn of his fingers.
Cole leaned down, his lips capturing one of my nipples and sucking hard. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure sent shockwaves through my body. "You're so fucking tight, Aresa," he growled, his voice hoarse with effort.
suddenly he pulled out of me. He spun me around and shoved his cock in my mouth.
“I’m gonna cum bitch! “ he grunts, animalistic.
My eyes are watering. I can’t even breathe. His cock is fucking my face.
He’s thrusting into my throat. I’m gagging but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps going, fucking my face and my throat with his cock.
He’s using me. I love it.
I can taste myself on him and it’s turning me on even more.
I reach down and start fingering myself, wanting to come with him. He sees me doing this and his eyes go wild with desire.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, you fucking slut. Play with that pussy while I fuck your face.” Cole’s words sent a jolt of excitement through me. I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan.
He gripped my hair tighter, fucking my mouth faster and deeper. I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I forced myself to relax and take him in deeper. Spit dripped from the corners of my mouth, and tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted him to use me, to fuck me like I was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.
I wanted him to treat me like the dirty little slut I was being for him. I pushed my fingers deeper into my pussy, feeling my own wetness as I fingered myself.
Cole's breath came in short gasps, his hips moving faster as he fucked my face. He was close, I could feel it. He was going to come, and I was going to take every drop of his cum down my throat. I increased the pace of my fingers, feeling my own orgasm building.
“Fuck, yes, Aresa. Play with that pussy. Make yourself cum while I fuck your face,” Cole grunted, his voice hoarse with desire.
His cum shot out thick and hard. Rope after rope of it hit the back of my throat, coating my tongue and the sides of my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but he was coming so fucking hard that some of it leaked out of my mouth and down my chin. I didn't give a fuck, though. I just kept sucking and swallowing, taking everything he had to give me.
"Fuck yeah, Aresa. That's a good girl. Take that cum like a fucking champ," Cole growled, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
He pulled out of my mouth with a pop, his cock still twitching and pulsing.
I gasped, taking in deep breaths, my face slick with his cum.
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a dark hunger. "Fuck, you're incredible," he growled. "You take my cum like a fucking pro."
I licked my lips, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "I aim to please."
Cole chuckled, low and dangerous. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up until I was standing in front of him.
“God damn, that was hot, girl.” Cole's words were thick with satisfaction as he pulled me up to stand in front of him. He ran his hands down my body, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “You're fucking incredible.”
I smiled at him, my body still buzzing with pleasure from the intense fucking we'd just shared. “You're not so bad yourself,” I replied, my voice a low purr.
Cole grinned, his eyes darkening with lust once again. “I'm not done with you yet, Aresa. Not by a long shot.”
His hands found my hips, and he turned me around so that I was facing the bed.
He pushed me forward, so I was bent over at the waist, my ass in the air. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and it only turned me on more.
“Fuck, look at that ass,” Cole growled, his voice thick with desire. His hands roamed over my ass, squeezing and kneading my flesh. He spread my cheeks, revealing my puckered hole, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.
“I wanna fuck that ass of yours”
Cole said, his voice thick with desire. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my asshole, the sensation making me gasp.
“You gonna let me fuck this tight little ass, Aresa?” Cole asked, his voice a low growl as he pressed a finger against my hole.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please, Cole, fuck my ass. I want your cock inside me.”
Cole chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. “You’re gonna have to beg for it, slut.”
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder, my eyes locked onto his. “Please, Cole. I want your cock in my ass.
I want to feel you fill me up. I want to be your dirty little slut, Cole. I want you to fuck me like you own me."
Cole's eyes darkened with lust, and he let out a low growl. "Fuck, you're a filthy little whore, aren't you? You want my cock in your ass, don't you? You want me to fuck your tight little asshole while you beg for more?"
I moaned, pushing my ass back against him, feeling the head of his cock press against my hole. Please. I want it.
“Yeah, that dick is going all the way in” Cole said as he pushed his cock slowly into my ass.
The burn was intense, but I'll never forget that feeling. I felt so full, stretched to the limit as his cock slid slowly inch by inch into my tight hole.
"Fuck, that's so tight," Cole groaned, his fingers gripping my hips as he pushed deeper.
I moaned, pushing back against him, wanting more of him inside me.
"Give it to me, Cole," I begged, my voice thick with need.
Cole grunted, his body tensing as he pushed deeper, his hips finally flush against my ass.
His cock was now completely buried in my ass, filling me completely. I could feel the weight and heat of him, the sheer size of his cock stretching me wide.
"Fuck," I moaned, my eyes watering from the intense sensation. "That's so much."
Cole let out a low chuckle, his hands gripping my hips even tighter. "You can take it, Aresa. You're taking every fucking inch of my cock up that tight little ass of yours."
He started to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with slow, deliberate strokes.
I could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he filled me again and again. The sensation was incredible, intense, and a little bit painful, but I loved it. I loved the way it made me feel, the way it made me feel alive and wanted.
"Fuck, that feels so good," I moaned, my hips pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts.
Cole's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You feel so fucking tight, Aresa.
Your ass is gripping my cock like a goddamn vice," Cole growled, his voice strained with effort as he continued to fuck me.
The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, mixed with our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. The scent of sex permeated the air, making it thick and heavy with desire.
Cole's hands gripped my hips even tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slammed into me harder and faster. I could feel his cock hitting all the right spots inside me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.
"God, yes, Cole. Fuck my ass.”
suddenly, he donkey punched the back of my head. I bit down on my lip as the sharp pain shot through me, mixing with the pleasure of his cock filling me.
"Yeah, that's right," Cole growled, his hand finding my throat and squeezing gently. "You take that dick, slut.
You take it all."
He began to move faster, his cock slamming into my ass with a brutal force that left me gasping for breath. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing as the orgasm threatened to consume me.
"I'm gonna come, Cole," I panted, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come all over your cock."
Cole's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me with relentless force. "That's right, Aresa. Come for me. Come all over my dick while I fuck your tight little ass."
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure began to crash over me.
"Fuck, Cole, right there," I moaned, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure began to crest. "God, I'm close. I'm so fucking close, Cole."
Cole's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. "That's it, Aresa. Come all over my cock while I fuck your ass." Cole's words sent a bolt of pleasure through me, and I felt my orgasm explode. My body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, my pussy and ass clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. "Fuck yes, Cole! I'm coming!" I cried out, my nails digging into the sheets.
Cole grunted, his hips slamming against my ass, driving his cock deeper and harder into me. Take that cock.
“Fuck yeah, I’m cumming in that ass!” He said. His cock plunged into me, forcing out my cum and replacing it with his own. The burn of his hot cum filling me, coating my insides, was intense. I moaned and writhed beneath him, the sensation overwhelming my senses.
"Fuck, Cole, that feels so good," I moaned, my body tensing as I felt another orgasm building. "Your cum feels so fucking hot inside me."
Cole growled, his body tensing as he continued to pound into me, his cock filling me with his cum. "Fuck, you're so tight around my cock, Aresa.
It's like your ass is milking me, begging me for more," Cole groaned, his hips still thrusting into me, his cock twitching inside me as he came down from his own orgasm. He leaned over me, his body still slick with sweat, and kissed the back of my neck. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured against my skin.
I let out a soft sigh, my body still trembling with the remnants of my own orgasm. "That was... intense," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Cole smiled against my skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down my spine. "You like it rough, don't you, Aresa?"
I bit my lip, nodding slightly. "Yes, I do."
I left the party with Emily in a euphoric state.
My body was still buzzing from the intense sex with Cole. I couldn't stop thinking about his filthy mouth and the way he had used me. It had been rough and raw, but I loved every second of it. It was exactly what I needed to take my mind off David and his feelings for Elizabeth.
I wasn't looking for a relationship with Cole, but a night of raw, animalistic sex was just the distraction I needed.
The next morning, I woke up in my own bed, the memories of the night before still fresh in my mind. I had a slight ache between my legs, a reminder of the intense fucking I had received from Cole. I stretched, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.
I checked my phone and saw that I had a few missed calls and texts from David. I sighed, running a hand through my tangled hair. I wasn't ready to deal with his drama just yet.