Jaden has just entered college and he is not very approachable. He looks mean and girls aren't very into him. But he's discovered a unique ability that simply asking a girl out, even one that's doesn't know him or hates him, makes them hypnotically almost desperate to be fucked. He takes advantage of this with multiple women everyday. (Third Person Story, All Characters are 18+)

Chapter 3: Raw Needq

The door crashed open before Jaden could even turn the lock. Scarlette filled the frame, her breathing already ragged, her nipples like pebbles straining against the thin cotton of her tank top. “I could smell it,” she gasped, her eyes wild and hungry, “like fucking musk and salt all the way down the hall.” She didn’t ask, just lunged, her thick thighs straddling his lap on the bed, her weight pinning him. Her hands fumbled at his belt. “I need to taste it,” she moaned, her mouth finding his in a sloppy, desperate kiss that tasted of spearmint and craving. She tore his jeans open, her fingers wrapping around his half-hard cock, already slick from Cali and Emily. “Oh god, you’re still wet,” she whispered, her voice reverent, before taking him whole into the wet heat of her mouth.

She sucked him with a furious, worshipping greed, her tongue mapping every vein, her throat working to take him deeper. Jaden watched the top of her fiery head bob, a strange detachment settling over him even as his body responded, thickening against her tongue. She pulled off with a wet pop, her lips glistening. “I need you inside me now,” she begged, scrambling to shove her shorts down her thick, pale thighs. She was already soaked, her red curls matted with her own arousal. She didn’t wait, aligning herself and sinking down onto him in one fluid, claiming motion.

Her cunt was a blistering, velvet fist, impossibly tight and searingly hot. She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound of pure fulfillment as she took all of him. “Fuck, yes,” she sobbed, beginning to ride him with a frantic, piston-like rhythm, her full breasts bouncing with each impact. “Harder,” Jaden grunted, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her brutal pace. The headboard slammed against the wall in a steady, punishing beat. “Whose cock is this?” he demanded. “Mine!” she screamed, her body convulsing around him as her climax ripped through her, milking him fiercely. He followed her over, a harsh groan tearing from his chest as he emptied himself deep inside her, another claim in a growing, terrible list.

She collapsed onto his chest, sweaty and spent, her body still pulsing around his softening length. In the silence, broken only by their ragged breaths, the cold reality of what he’d done—again—settled over him like a shroud.