Page 12 of Obnoxious Bad Boy

“I do, I have a burner account,” I confess. But since it’s truth time… “And I hated you for spilling your coffee on me and not paying me any attention, but still wanted you to fuck me.” I mewl when he crooks his fingers inside of me. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know anymore.

My face is on fire, my thighs are trembling, and all I know is that I want him fucking me. It’s not just about getting dick from a rando, or even a rando hot guy. I want Vex. I want his attention, his lust, his cock inside me, and his big hands on my hips.

“You’re naughtier than I thought. I just needed to strip you to find out. I can’t believe no one’s had a piece of you yet. Long legs, such a pretty ass, and a slinky hot body to go with that pouty mouth. More for me.”

Is that how he sees me? I’m left breathless and overheating as he strokes my back from nape to ass. He’s… reveling in me. Enjoying the view. While I know how to dress myself and feel confident in clothes, for someone to be so into my body pushes buttons I didn’t know I had. I might be new to being an object of lust, but I love the sense of power it comes with.

He moves his fingers inside me in a slow, rocking motion, testing the waters, but my body doesn’t resist, and when his fingers rub against my prostate, it feels like there’s electricity running down my thighs. So I have folded myself in two and touched myself inside, but it’s different with someone else, and his fingers are so thick I’d have to use three of mine to achieve the same effect.

“Like the stretch? Better get ready for my dick, pretty boy. Are you nervous?” Vex asks with a chuckle as he pulls his fingers out only to slam them in, fucking me already. The force behind the thrust sends me forward, and I shiver when my cock slaps the freezer.

My skin is on fire, and he’s dousing me in more gasoline.

“A little,” I whimper because there’s no point in lying to a guy who’s about to put his dick in you. I reach between my legs and grab my painfully hard cock.

I’m guessing this fuck is nothing all that special to him, but for me? My world is shaking more than my knees are. I’m not a kid, I’m in my last year of undergrad, but he’s a man. All muscle and confidence, and I long to prove myself to him.

“No need. Go ahead, ride my fingers like you want to ride my cock with that needy ass.”

I rest my scorching cheek on the smooth white surface as he continues playing with my hole, and the more my flesh yields, the more pressure builds up deep inside me. I follow his cues, rocking my hips to meet his hand faster. I already imagine his dick pulsing inside me, but as the pressure in my cock starts to mount, he pulls his fingers out.

For a moment, I’m confused, because this fucks with my impending orgasm, but then I hear a squirt, and moments later, his dick pushes straight in, spreading me wide.

He told me not to hold back, and there’s no one in the shop under us, so I shamelessly squeal my feelings. I wiggle my hips, desperate to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, but the chest freezer is heavy and won’t budge, so there’s nowhere for me to run from the hot, pulsing intruder.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck… It’s so thick,” I whimper, pressing my cheek against the lid.

While it doesn’t hurt, I still need time to adjust to the girth of the shaft. I wasn’t ready. My brain was, but my body isn’t experienced and goes frantic despite it feeling so satisfying.

I fucking love the way he squeezes my hips once he’s all in. It’s like he owns me now, and that excites me beyond anything I could have imagined.

“Yeah? Loving your first dick? You’re one greedy slut, professor,” he says in the exact words from the page he read on my computer. I kinda hate myself for finding them so arousing, but I can’t help it. I might want all the respect in my real life, but this bit of subservience and humiliation turns me into a thirsty bottom who lives to satisfy his mean top.

“Fuck. I love your hands on there,” I whisper when I’m lucid enough to communicate with my lover. No lie this time. I have a lover.

He’s starting to rock his hips, which overheats my brain almost instantly, and no more thinking can be done. Only senses matter now. His scent, the hard surface under me, his happy grunts, and the strength of his hold. I arch to my toes for a better angle.

“Of course you do. They keep you in place, so I can shove. In. Harder,” he growls, punctuating the last three words with sharp jabs of his hips that make my insides twist. It’s almost painful, but not quite, and I’m a slave to the overwhelming sensation it creates. It’s the fact that he’s taking pleasure in my body that’s driving me mad with desire. My balls are heavy, and my dick throbbing harder with every thrust he makes.

I moan without shame every time. “Yes. Do that, please.” I wiggle my ass with his cock deep inside me, but he pushes me back down as if I were an overeager puppy in need of discipline.

Just the thought of his thick tool driving into me again and again makes my balls tighten. I want to come like this, and while I should think things through, that can wait until tomorrow.

He speeds up, urged by my cries, and as he grabs my shoulders in an effort to hold me down for his big dick, the friction makes me thrash with unexpected ecstasy. What. The hell. Neither of us has come yet, and I’m already imagining scenarios for the next time he takes me.

Would he call me at random times to demand blowjobs? Would he actually fuck my mouth behind Rainbowology? Would he agree to skip the condoms? Would I be fine with that? Right now, my horny brain cries, yes.

When I’m with him, I don’t want to be the smart guy. I want to be the brainless sex doll he uses however he likes—legs spread on command, mouth eager to swallow his load. I want to make myself pretty and available for him. It’s almost as if his desire is now pulsing in my veins.

I shiver every time his balls slap mine, and the climax I thought I lost when he pulled out his fingers is building in me again, one thrust at a time.

As if in a bid to show me that I am indeed his toy, Vex grabs my leg and pushes it up to the freezer. With my knee against the metal and one foot on the floor, I’m obscenely open to him, and he sounds happy with himself, as he grunts in pleasure.

“Fuck… Jerk off. I wanna feel that hole tightening around me when I come.”

Even my gums throb with heat, but I don’t question him for a second and grab my cock despite the awkward position. Right now, I’m not the snarky, independent guy people know me as. I’m the horny slut eager to please his man. He could ask me to make him a sandwich later and I would.

I am a hopeless case.