Chapter 1: Jinny can't take it anymore - she has to feel Colton's massive cock
The air in the bedroom was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Jinny watched from the armchair, her legs tucked under her, a glass of wine cool in her hand. The wine was just a prop. She hadn’t taken a sip in twenty minutes.
On the big four-poster, her husband Brad was buried between Ella’s thighs, his broad back gleaming under the soft glow of the lamp. Ella’s soft cries were rhythmic, punctuated by little gasps. But Jinny’s eyes weren’t on them. They were locked on Colton.
He was propped against the carved headboard, one arm behind his head, watching his girlfriend get eaten out with a lazy, possessive smile. The sheet was pooled around his hips, and the outline of his cock was a blatant, heavy curve against the dark fabric. Jinny knew its weight, its length, its thickness. She’d seen it earlier, when clothes first came off. The sight had literally made her mouth water. Now, watching it stir as Ella moaned, a deep, aching need coiled tight in her own gut.
It was a physical pain. A hunger.
Brad lifted his head, his beard glistening. “Your turn, man,” he breathed, rolling onto his side with a satisfied grunt.
Ella, flushed and dazed, reached for Colton. But Colton’s eyes slid across the room and met Jinny’s. A challenge. A question. He knew. He’d seen her staring all night.
Jinny put the glass down. The click on the wood side table was too loud.
“Ella,” Jinny said, her voice lower than she intended.
Ella turned her head, blinking.
“Trade with me,” Jinny said. It wasn’t a request.
“What?”
“I need him. Just for a minute. I just… I need to feel him.” Jinny stood up. The silk of her robe fell open. She didn’t bother to close it. Her large breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight and aching. She walked to the edge of the bed, the shadows from the velvet curtains dancing over her skin. She looked at Ella, but she was speaking to the room, to the tension, to the fucking magnificent cock she couldn’t stop thinking about. “Let me have him. You can have Brad. You can watch. I don’t care. I just need Colton inside me right now or I’m going to scream.”
The room went still. Brad raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading. He loved this part. Colton’s smile turned from lazy to sharp, predatory. He liked being wanted this badly.
Ella looked at Colton, a flicker of something—indecision, irritation—crossing her face. Then she shrugged, a little too casual. “Okay. Yeah. Fuck it, why not?” She crawled over Brad, giving Jinny a passing glance that was neither friendly nor hostile. It was a transaction.
Jinny didn’t wait. She climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her knees. She didn’t touch Colton yet. She just stared at the tent in the sheet.
“Show me,” she whispered.
Colton hooked his thumbs in the sheet and pushed it down. His cock sprang free, thick and fully hard, curving up against his stomach. A bead of moisture glistened at the tip. Jinny let out a shaky breath.
“You’ve been watching it all night,” Colton said, his voice a low rumble. He wrapped his hand around the base, giving it a slow stroke. “Watching it get hard for her.”
“It should have been for me,” Jinny said, and then she was moving. She shoved his legs apart and settled between them, her hands on his thighs. They were hard, young, covered in coarse hair. She leaned down and didn’t tease, didn’t play. She opened her mouth and took the head inside, her tongue flattening against the searing hot skin.
Colton hissed, his hips jerking off the bed. “Fuck, Jinny.”
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, taking more of him. She couldn’t get halfway down—he was too big—but she tried, using her hand to pump the base, her spit slicking the length. She tasted salt and skin and pure, raw need. Her own. She moaned around him, the vibration pulling a ragged groan from his throat. From the corner of her eye, she saw Ella sitting on Brad’s lap, riding him slowly, but her eyes were on them, on Jinny’s mouth working Colton’s cock.
Jinny pulled off with a wet pop. “I need you to fuck me,” she panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Not slow. I need you to wreck me with this thing.”
Colton didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in, and flipped her onto her back with a strength that made her gasp. He loomed over her, his young face fierce in the lamplight. He nudged her legs apart with his knee, the head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance.
“You’re sure?” he growled, a last thread of courtesy.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll kill you,” Jinny snarled, hooking her legs around his back.
He drove into her with one brutal, deep thrust.
The air left Jinny’s lungs in a shocked whoosh. She was full, stretched, utterly split open on him. A sharp, bright pain melted instantly into a consuming, unbearable pleasure. “Oh, god! Yes! Fuck!”
Colton swore, burying his face in her neck. “Christ, you’re tight.” He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He pulled back and slammed home again, setting a punishing, desperate rhythm.
The bed rocked, the posters groaning. Jinny clawed at his back, her cries coming in sharp, ragged bursts with every drive of his hips. This was nothing like Brad. Brad was familiar, skilled, loving. This was raw, animalistic. Colton was using her, fucking her like he was proving a point, and she loved it. She loved the slap of their skin, the guttural sounds he made, the sheer obscene size of him punching deep into her core.
“You like that, you desperate bitch?” Colton grunted into her ear, his breath hot. “You like this teenage cock splitting you open?”
“Yes! Yes, you arrogant little fucker! Give it to me!” Jinny screamed back, bucking beneath him. She was close already, a coil about to snap. The world narrowed to the brutal piston of his hips, the smell of him, the sight of his muscles corded with effort above her.
He shifted his angle, pounding into a spot that made her vision whiten. “You gonna come? Come on this cock you were drooling over.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a command. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and convulsing, clamping around him in waves. She shrieked, a raw, unfiltered sound of release.
Feeling her clamp down, Colton’s rhythm fractured. With three final, deep, grinding thrusts, he stilled, buried to the hilt. A hot, sharp groan tore from his chest as he emptied into her, his whole body shuddering.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. The room came back slowly—the soft light, the rustle of fabric, the quiet, wet sounds from the other side of the bed where Brad and Ella had slowed to watch.
Colton’s weight collapsed on her, heavy and sweaty. Jinny’s heart hammered against his. She felt ravaged, used, completely fucking marvelous.
He finally pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. His eyes were dark, smug, satisfied. “Okay?” he asked, his voice rough.
Jinny laughed, a breathless, spent sound. She traced the sweat-slick line of his jaw. “Better than okay.” She glanced over at Ella, who was watching them with an unreadable expression. “Your turn again,” Jinny said, not ungently, patting Colton’s hip.
As he slid out of her and moved back to his girlfriend, Jinny stared up at the velvet canopy, a profound, weary satisfaction seeping into her bones. The hunger was gone. For now.
Colton rolled off her, his breathing still ragged, and Jinny immediately felt the cool air on her wet skin. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Ella, still straddling Brad, began to move with a new, possessive rhythm. “Don’t you stop,” Ella commanded Brad, her voice husky and low, her eyes locked on his. She ground down onto him, taking him deeper, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her face as she felt him. “Oh, fuck. He’s so… thick.” Brad’s hands gripped her hips, his knuckles white, as she set a pace that was all her own—not frantic, but deeply hungry. Jinny felt a curl of heat in her gut again, but it was different now; it was the thrill of watching, of seeing Ella’s back arch, her small breasts swaying. Colton shifted beside Jinny, his gaze fixed on his girlfriend riding another man, and Jinny heard his sharp intake of breath. Ella threw her head back, a string of filthy words tumbling from her lips. “You fill me up so good, you bastard.” Brad groaned, his thrusts meeting hers, the sound of their bodies connecting a wet, rhythmic slap that filled the room. Jinny reached over without looking and found Colton’s hand, lacing her fingers with his, both of them spectators now, bound by the raw spectacle. Ella’s cries grew louder, more urgent, each one a nail in the coffin of the night’s former dynamic. She was in charge, lost in the feel of a new cock, and she was fucking loving it.
She was in charge, lost in the feel of a new cock, and she was fucking loving it. “Look at me,” Ella commanded, her voice a low whip-crack that stopped Brad’s reflexive thrusting. He stilled beneath her, his eyes wide and dark with surprise. A slow, wicked smile spread over her lips as she placed her palms flat on his chest, pinning him. “You don’t move. I do.” She began to roll her hips in a slow, torturous circle, taking him so deep Brad’s jaw went slack. “This is mine now. You understand?” She leaned forward, her small breasts brushing his skin, her mouth at his ear. “You’re just the fucking toy I’m riding.” With that, she rose up until he was almost out of her, then slammed back down, taking him in one savage, claiming stroke. Brad cried out, a raw, helpless sound that was pure surrender. Ella set a brutal, punishing rhythm, using him, her fingers digging brutal crescents into his pectorals. “You feel so much thicker than him,” she moaned, throwing a glance at Colton, her expression triumphant and cruel. “God, yes. Take it. You’re going to come when I tell you to.” She fucked him with a relentless, driving pace, the power all in her hips, her control absolute. Brad could only grip her thighs and watch, overwhelmed, as she used his body for her own climax, her head thrown back in ecstatic dominion.