Inside

The moment Mike releases your head, you pull off him and fall to the bed. The taste was so strong, you barely recognized that Max had pulled out of you, leaving you sore and used. You roll onto your back, realizing your thighs and pussy feel wetter than they’ve ever felt before. There’s a thick liquid dripping out of you.

“You came in me?” you whimper, look at Max in horror.

He just smiled at you. “Of course. You have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. Plus, you were such a slut on the dance floor, I knew you wouldn’t mind.” He shoots you a wink before throwing his clothes back on. He turns to Mike, who’s still completely naked. “Thanks, man! Seriously, best present ever!”

Mike nods and watches as Max leaves the room. Mike quickly locks the door before turning to you. He smirks at the sight of you. “Damn, Jane. See you like this makes me want to do you again.”

Tears are now sliding down your face. “I-I’m not on the pill…” you sob.

With a sigh, you feel the bed shift next to you. You look over to see Mike looking at you sympathetically. “Of course you’re not. You’re a virgin. That’s why Max was so into it.” He brushes your hair off your shoulder gently. Why was he being so nice to you right now? “We’ll get you some Plan B tomorrow, but you’ll want to get on the pill as soon as possible.”

“What?” Why would you want to do that?

Mike smirks, his gentle smile disappearing into a more sinister one. “You didn’t seriously think this was a onetime thing, did you?”

Before you can respond, he yanks your hair back, forcing you back down on the bed, and straddles you. You whimper under him. He places his hardening cock between your breasts, using his hands to squeeze them around it. He positions his hands in a way so that he can still pinch your nipples.

“You’re ours now,” he grunts, rubbing himself between your tits. You stare up at him in horror. “I was hoping to have you to myself, but I owe Max and he’s always wanted a virgin. Don’t worry, I doubt he’ll be much interested in you after a few more fucks.” Mike groans and picks up his speed. The tip of his cock keeps hitting your chin. “But me… damn, you’ve got the kind of body that’s just begging me to own it and make it mine.”

He’s panting heavily now, moaning as he twists your nipples. You hadn’t realized how sensitive all that bouncing had made them. You cry out, giving Mike all he needs to slide the tip of his cock between your lips.

“Suck it,” he commands as he mashes your breasts around his now still cock.

You let your tongue swirl around the tip and curse it as it finds the dip at the very tip. It instinctively follows the dip, making Mike groan and grip your tits harder.

“Keep it up,” he mutters as he starts humping you again. It’s hard to follow his instructions when his cock keeps sliding out of your mouth. With a growl, Mike grabs your hands and presses them to your own breasts. “Hold them like this. Do not let go.” You nod, immediately regretting it as he uses his hands to lift your head up and slide the tip of his cock in. Now, his cock is sliding between your breasts with the tip moving back and forth in your mouth.

“Oh, God…” he moans, his hand gripping your hair tighter, making you cry in pain. “I’m gonna cum again.” He lets of your hair, grabs your wrists, yanks them off yourself, and jams his cock further into your mouth. Once again, he forces you to swallow his load.

Once he’s done, he pulls off you and collapses next to you, panting. You can no longer fight back your tears. Mike wraps an arm around your waist and pulls your back to his chest. At first, you think he’s trying to comfort you, but the hands on your breasts immediately squelch that theory. He just wants to feel you up.

You lay there, exhausted, as Mike plays with your tits. A small moan or whimper escapes you every so often when he hits them just right.

As you drift off to sleep, you wonder if Mike was obsessed with you or your tits.