Chapter Eight: Ruined

The room was still.

Only the sound of their shallow breathing filled the dark.

Jared was still inside her, body pressed tight against hers, his breath warm on her neck. Lena lay beneath him, trembling—used, full, and stunned. She should’ve been exhausted.

She should’ve gotten up. Left. Pretended it never happened.

But instead… her body stirred again.

He felt it. The way her hips shifted. The way she clenched around him as if begging for more.

“You’re not done,” he whispered in her ear. “Are you?”

She didn’t answer.

His hand slid up her thigh again.

“I didn’t think so.”

He pulled out slowly, a string of slickness connecting them.

“Turn over. Now.”

She obeyed on instinct, rolling to her hands and knees, her legs shaking.

He grabbed her hips, spread her wider.

“Look at this fucking pussy,” he groaned, running a finger through her folds. “You’re dripping. You came all over my cock and still want more.”

“Jared—” she whispered, overwhelmed. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You don’t need to think,” he growled. “You just need to take it.”

He pushed in again from behind.

She screamed into the mattress.

His hips slapped into her ass, hard and fast, wet sounds filling the room. He grabbed her arms and pulled her back onto him with every thrust, using her like she was his.

“I want you to feel this in your spine tomorrow,” he hissed.

“I—oh my god—Jared—yes—”

He leaned down, biting her shoulder. “You like being used like this?”

“Yes—fuck—yes—”

“Beg me.”

“Please don’t stop—I want all of it—I want you to ruin me again—”

He growled like an animal and pounded into her faster. Her knees slid apart, legs trembling, sweat soaking the sheets beneath her.

When she came again, it was hard—sudden. Her body locked, vision blurred, and her cry was hoarse, breathless.

He pulled out again, panting, gripping her hair. “On your back.”

She collapsed onto her side, dazed.

“Lena.”

She blinked up at him, lips parted, eyes glossy.

“On. Your. Back.”

She rolled onto her back, legs spread.

He gripped both thighs and pushed them up, folding her in half, sliding into her deep and slow.

She moaned, louder this time.

“Too deep?”

“No,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “It’s perfect.”

“You’ve never been fucked like this.”

She shook her head. “No one’s ever… felt like this.”

“You’re mine now,” he said, fucking her slowly, deeply. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she moaned. “Please—I want you to break me.”

He grabbed her throat again. “Say it louder.”

“I’M YOURS,” she cried.

He slammed into her, gritting his teeth, body dripping with sweat. Her nails dug into his back, scratching deep.

And just when she thought she’d black out from the sensation—he pulled out, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her toward the bathroom.

“Where—?”

“Shower,” he growled. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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Hot water blasted over them.

Jared shoved her against the cold tile wall, hoisted one of her legs over his arm, and slid into her again—rough and wet and perfect.

She cried out, water soaking her hair, her chest, her mouth.

He fucked her like it was war. One hand gripping her ass, the other braced against the wall.

The slap of their bodies echoed in the shower.

“You’re gonna come again,” he growled. “Hard.”

“I can’t—” she gasped, voice broken.

“Yes, you can.”

He reached between them, rubbed her clit fast, firm, relentless.

Her eyes rolled back.

“Come for me, Lena. Do it. Scream for me.”

She shook her head. “It’s too much—Jared—I—”

And then it happened.

Her legs jerked violently. A high, sharp moan tore out of her throat.

And she squirted—hard. All over his cock, the tile, her own legs.

“Oh my fuck,” Jared growled, eyes wild. “That’s it. That’s fucking it—”

Her body convulsed once.

Twice.

Then everything went dark.

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He caught her before she fell.

Her eyes fluttered, breath ragged, body limp.

“Lena,” he said quickly, cupping her cheek, lowering her gently to the floor of the shower. “Lena—look at me.”

She blinked.

He turned off the water, wrapped a towel around her, carried her to his bed like she weighed nothing.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

She looked up at him, dazed and still trembling. “I passed out.”

He smiled, brushing the wet hair from her face. “You came so hard you blacked out. I told you I’d ruin you.”

She let out a breathless laugh and curled into him, spent.

“I’ve never… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He kissed her forehead, arm wrapped around her waist. “That’s because no one’s ever fucked you properly.”

He pulled the blanket over them.

And for the first time in her life, Lena didn’t feel like a good girl.

She felt like his.

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Chapter Nine: Deeper

The first thing Lena felt when she woke was soreness.

Everywhere.

Her thighs ached. Her neck ached. Her throat even ached a little.

The second thing she felt was heat—Jared’s body still wrapped around hers, chest to her back, his morning erection pressed thick and warm against the curve of her ass.

“God,” she muttered into the pillow.

“Mm. Morning,” he rasped behind her, voice husky and rough with sleep. “You alive?”

“Barely.”

“Same.” His hand slid down her stomach lazily. “I’m surprised you didn’t leave in the middle of the night.”

She smiled. “Too sore to run.”

He chuckled against her neck. “I warned you.”

“You did not warn me I’d faint in the shower.”

He laughed harder, rolling onto his back. “That was my favorite part.”

She swatted his chest. “Don’t you dare make fun of me.”

“Oh, I’m not making fun of you,” he said, tugging her onto him. “I’m thinking about making you do it again.”

Her bare body pressed flush to his as she straddled his waist, skin sticky with heat and soft from the sheets. She smiled coyly and kissed the side of his throat.

“I kind of want to try something,” she murmured.

His hand paused on her hip. “Oh?”

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes bright but shy. “I want to… take all of you. In my mouth.”

Jared stared at her.

Then he smirked—slow, devilish, low.

“You want to deepthroat me?”

She nodded.

“I didn’t think you could get sexier,” he muttered. “But that just did it.”

Lena bit her lip and looked down. “I’ve never done it. Not like that. But I want to try. With you.”

He sat up slightly, his voice lower. “I’ll help you.”

She blinked.

He kissed her jaw. “We’ll go slow. I’ll tell you how to breathe. You’ll surprise yourself.”

She looked at him again—nervous, turned on, burning with anticipation.

He rolled onto his back, propped up against the headboard, and nodded at her. “Come here, pretty girl.”

Lena slid down the bed, kissed her way down his chest, and settled between his legs. His cock was already hard—long, thick, proud.

She wrapped her hand around it and kissed the tip first, tongue circling the head.

He groaned. “Start slow. Get it nice and wet.”

She obeyed, licking down the shaft, covering him in warm, slick attention. She wrapped her lips around the head and began bobbing, hand stroking the base as she worked him deeper.

“That’s it,” he murmured, one hand brushing her hair back. “You look so good like this. So hungry.”

She moaned softly around him, making his hips twitch.

“Breathe through your nose. Don’t rush. Let your throat relax.”

She nodded slightly and took him in a little deeper. Her jaw stretched. She pulled back with a breath, drool glistening on her lips.

“Good,” he said. “Keep going. You can take more. I know you can.”

She went again. Deeper. Let her throat open more. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. Her hands gripped his thighs now, anchoring herself.

He groaned louder. “Fuck, Lena. That’s it. Almost all of me.”

She gagged gently, pulled back, took a breath—and dove again.

This time she relaxed. Her throat opened wider, and his cock slid deeper.

All the way in.

Her nose touched his stomach.

He let out a long, guttural moan. “Jesus Christ—you just took my whole cock. Holy shit.”

She pulled back slowly, coughing a little, breathless and stunned.

“I did it,” she whispered, surprised.

He stared at her like she was divine. “You fucking did. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled, glowing with pride. “You liked that?”

“You have no idea.”

She grinned wickedly. “Want me to do it again?”

He didn’t answer.

He just grabbed her hair.

She opened wide, slid down again—confident now, practiced, needy. She took him in all the way, held there for a second while he gasped, then pulled back, drool spilling down her chin.

He was panting.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he growled. “You want that? Want it down your throat?”

She moaned and nodded, mouth full of him.

“Then take it,” he hissed. “Just like that. Don’t stop—fuck, don’t stop—”

He exploded down her throat with a loud, broken groan, hips jerking once, twice. She swallowed all of it, never breaking eye contact.

She licked him clean, breathing heavy.

Jared looked completely wrecked.

He pulled her up into his arms, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “You’re gonna kill me.”

She laughed softly and curled up on his chest.

And for the first time, she didn’t feel guilt.

She felt power.

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Chapter Ten: The Bad Girl Wakes

Something in Lena had changed.

It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t even just Jared.

It was her.

She no longer blushed when she thought about what they’d done. She craved it. She touched herself in the shower, thinking about his voice in her ear. She wore tighter clothes. Let her bra straps show. She caught Jared watching her constantly—and she watched him back.

She wasn’t ashamed anymore.

She was a bad girl now.

And God help her, she liked it.

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That Saturday morning, the three of them were in the kitchen.

Lena stood at the counter pouring coffee while Alex sat on the couch, half-watching the news. Jared entered shirtless, sweatpants slung low, towel around his neck. He’d just come back from a run, body glistening with sweat, his abs flexing with every breath.

She looked at him once.

And her thighs clenched.

He walked behind her—closely.

Too closely.

She poured the coffee slowly, pretending not to notice, but her breath caught when his hand brushed her lower back. Barely a touch. Then his palm slid lower, resting firmly on her ass for just a second.

Alex called out from the couch, “Babe, where’s the sugar?”

“In the cabinet!” she replied, trying to steady her voice.

Jared’s lips brushed the back of her neck. Just once.

She froze.

He whispered, low and smug, “No panties this morning?”

She swallowed hard.

“No,” she whispered back.

He grinned against her skin and stepped away, taking a sip of water like nothing happened.

She stood there, coffee forgotten, heart pounding.

This was dangerous.

This was delicious.

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Later that afternoon, they were all in the living room. Alex had passed out on the couch after two beers and a late lunch, his arm dangling off the side, soft snores filling the room.

Lena sat in the armchair across from him. Jared came in and sat on the floor between her legs—facing the couch.

She stared at him, confused.

He looked up at her and smirked.

Then he reached under the blanket draped over her legs.

Her mouth fell open silently.

He slid his hand slowly up her bare thigh, pushing her oversized t-shirt higher. She bit her lip, legs shifting, heart hammering.

His fingers reached the inside of her panties and found her soaked.

He didn’t look away from Alex.

“You’re already this wet?” he whispered, voice calm. “You want to get caught, don’t you?”

She shook her head, eyes wide, but her hips rolled into his hand.

He rubbed her slowly, firmly, every nerve in her body lighting up.

“Jared,” she hissed softly, “stop—he’s right there—”

“And asleep.”

He pulled her panties aside.

Two fingers slid into her—deep.

She gasped, slapped a hand over her mouth.

He looked up at her, grinning, his hand moving in slow, curling strokes.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured. “Still gripping me like you need more.”

She gripped the armrests, eyes locked on the back of Alex’s head.

“God, I can’t—he’s—”

“Say you don’t care.”

“I do care—”

“Say it anyway.”

“I—I don’t care,” she whispered.

He leaned up and kissed her.

Long. Deep. Dirty.

Her fingers knotted in his hair as she moaned into his mouth.

And then—he pulled her hand down.

To him.

She hesitated.

He was hard.

Very hard.

He pushed her fingers under the waistband of his sweats and wrapped them around his cock.

She nearly whimpered.

“You gonna stroke me like a good girl?” he whispered.

She began to move her hand, slow at first, her breath shaky.

Alex shifted on the couch.

They froze.

He just mumbled and rolled over.

Lena’s hand squeezed Jared tighter.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “That’s it. Just like that.”

She stroked him with more confidence, her thighs spread wide, soaking through her panties, his fingers still inside her.

They were both panting quietly, touching each other, watching her boyfriend sleep—and neither of them wanted to stop.

“Faster,” Jared whispered.

She obeyed.

“Your hand feels so good. But you know what I really want?”

She looked at him, dazed, trembling.

“What?”

“I want to bend you over the arm of this chair while he sleeps three feet away. I want to fuck you slow and deep while you bite your lip to stay quiet. I want to feel you come while you stare at his face.”

Her orgasm ripped through her without warning. Silent. Shuddering. Her hand clenched around him as she came, and he hissed again.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “I’m gonna fucking come—”

She yanked her hand away just in time.

His body tensed—then relaxed.

He looked up at her.

They both grinned.

Her face flushed, soaked in sweat and guilt and something darker.

She looked toward the couch.

Still asleep.

Still clueless.

And for the first time… she didn’t feel bad.

She felt alive.

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Chapter Eleven: Quick and Dangerous

It started in the hallway.

Alex was in the shower.

The water was running loud—steady, predictable. The door steamed at the edges. Lena passed by with a laundry basket in her hands, nothing unusual.

Except Jared was there. Leaning against the wall. Watching her.

His eyes dropped to her legs. The tiny cotton shorts. The curve of her ass.

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t have to.

She stopped walking.

Their eyes locked.

And then she dropped the laundry basket and turned to him.

“Now?” she whispered.

Jared stepped forward and backed her against the wall without a word.

His mouth crashed onto hers—hot, open, hungry. She melted instantly, her fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. He gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“You sure?” he growled into her mouth.

“He’s in the shower,” she breathed. “You have five minutes.”

He grinned like a devil. “That’s all I need.”

His hand was under her shorts before she could take another breath. Two fingers slipped inside, and she gasped into his mouth.

“Still wet?” he murmured.

“Always,” she moaned.

“Good.”

He reached down with his other hand and undid his zipper.

Lena glanced down and saw his cock—hard, thick, already leaking.

“I’m not coming on the carpet,” he warned, dragging her shorts down one-handed. “You tell me now—inside or nowhere.”

She met his eyes.

“Inside,” she whispered. “I want it all.”

His eyes flared.

“Good girl.”

He hooked one of her legs around his waist, lined himself up, and shoved into her in one rough, glorious thrust.

She cried out—loudly.

He slapped his hand over her mouth. “Quiet,” he hissed. “Unless you want him to hear you getting fucked against the wall.”

She nodded, wide-eyed, panting against his palm.

He fucked her hard. Fast. Deep.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed faintly against the painted walls.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “Like this pussy was made for me.”

She moaned behind his hand.

“Yeah? You like being taken like this? Bent open while your boyfriend showers ten feet away?”

She clenched around him—hard.

He grinned.

“God, you love it. You’re soaking me, Lena. Jesus.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she fought to stay upright. He bent lower, biting her neck, thrusting faster now.

She was close. Too close.

“Don’t stop—please—”

“You want me to come inside this pretty little cunt?” he growled in her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please—fill me—now—”

That did it.

He slammed into her one last time and came with a deep, savage groan, his cock pulsing inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and came with him, her body convulsing, legs trembling, mouth open in a silent scream.

He held her up against the wall, buried deep, both of them dripping in sweat and soaked in sin.

The water in the bathroom was still running.

Lena kissed his jaw, breathless. “Still think you only needed five minutes?”

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down her thighs, and grinned.

“I think I need another five.”

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Chapter Twelve: Every Hole is Yours

Alex stood in the bedroom, already dressed for work.

Lena sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in her robe, skin still flushed from the night before—but not from him.

“You’re really not in the mood?” he asked softly.

She looked at him with a practiced apology. “I’m just… not feeling like myself lately.”

His shoulders sagged. “Right.”

He left without another word.

The door shut.

And Lena didn’t move for a moment. Her heart was pounding—not with guilt.

With need.

With anticipation.

Behind her, the bedroom door creaked open again. But it wasn’t Alex.

It was him.

Jared.

Barefoot, sweatpants slung low, nothing else. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes devouring her robe.

“Tell me,” he said, voice low. “When you turned him down just now… were you already dripping for me?”

She swallowed.

“Be honest, Lena.”

Her thighs pressed together. “Yes.”

He walked forward slowly, like a wolf circling its prey.

“You really are a dirty girl now.”

She stood to face him, chest rising, lips parted.

“I want to try something,” she whispered.

“Oh?” He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “What filthy thing lives in that pretty little head?”

She bit her lip. “I want you in my ass.”

He blinked—then grinned like the devil. “You want me to fuck your ass?”

She nodded.

He stepped behind her, one arm sliding around her waist, lips to her ear.

“You want me to stretch you open, fill your tight little hole… while you moan into my sheets?”

“Please.”

“You’ve got no idea how hard you just made me.”

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Jared took his time.

He laid her on his bed, face down, hips lifted slightly with a pillow. The robe was gone. Her skin was glowing. Her pussy already wet.

He spread her cheeks gently, groaning low.

“Look at this. Look how fucking perfect you are back here.”

He knelt, spat between her cheeks, and massaged the slickness with one thumb.

She gasped at the first contact.

“I’m gonna use one finger first,” he murmured. “Nice and slow. Let me in, baby.”

His slick finger circled her tightest point, then eased inside slowly. She whimpered, but didn’t pull away.

“That’s it. Take it. You trust me?”

“Yes…”

“Say it.”

“I trust you, Jared.”

“Then relax and let me open you.”

He worked her slowly, gently adding a second finger as she adjusted.

“God, you’re tight,” he murmured. “So fucking good. I could come just from watching your hole swallow my fingers.”

She moaned into the sheets.

He kissed her back, between her shoulders. “You ready for more?”

“Yes. Please.”

He lubed himself generously, lined up behind her, his hands firm on her hips.

“You sure?” he whispered.

She nodded, breath shaking. “I want to feel all of you.”

“Good girl.”

He pressed in slowly.

She whimpered, face buried in the pillow, fists clenched.

“Relax,” he said. “Breathe. You’re doing so fucking well.”

He inched in—halfway—then paused.

“You’re already squeezing me like a vice,” he growled. “Tighter than your pussy. Fuck.”

She moaned louder.

Then he pushed all the way in.

She gasped. “Oh my God—”

“That’s it,” he groaned. “You’ve got me. All of me. In your ass.”

He didn’t move for a moment—just leaned over her, one hand gripping her shoulder.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you love having my cock in your ass.”

“I love it,” she gasped. “It feels wrong—but it feels so good.”

“That’s because you’re mine,” he growled. “Every hole. Every inch. Mine.”

He began to move—slow at first, dragging against her tight walls.

Then harder.

Deeper.

“Listen to those noises,” he growled. “You’re fucking moaning for it. You love getting used.”

“I do,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”

He slammed into her harder.

Then reached into the drawer again.

She looked back, dazed.

“Wait—what’s that?”

He smirked. “You’ll see.”

He slicked a small, slim dildo with lube and brought it to her pussy.

“No—Jared—” she gasped.

“You can take it,” he said, rubbing it against her soaked entrance. “You’re begging for it.”

He pushed it in slowly.

Lena’s eyes rolled back.

“Holy fuck.”

“You’re full now,” he growled, pounding into her harder. “Cock in your ass. Toy in your pussy. Just like the dirty little girl you are.”

“Jared—oh my god—I can’t—”

“You can. And you’re gonna come for me like that. Stuffed. Owned.”

His hands gripped her waist hard as he thrust, the bed slamming into the wall.

She couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t think.

She just felt.

And then—it hit her.

Her whole body tensed, shook violently, and she screamed.

Squirted.

Everywhere.

“FUCK,” Jared roared. “You just soaked my bed!”

He kept going—driving into her with punishing force until he exploded deep inside her ass, panting, groaning, body trembling above her.

They collapsed together.

Both breathless.

Wet.

Ruined.

Lena laughed into the sheets. “We’re… monsters.”

Jared kissed her cheek. “You’re my favorite kind.”

She turned to face him, face flushed. “I can’t believe I came like that.”

“I can,” he said smugly. “I told you I’d break you.”

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

“Break me again tomorrow?”

He grinned, eyes wicked. “Just wait until I bring out the plug.”

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Chapter Thirteen: Bent at the Gym

“You’re going to the gym?” Alex asked from the couch, glancing up from his laptop.

Lena slipped her sneakers on and tied the laces slowly. “Just for a little bit. Jared invited me to come watch him train. I won’t be long.”

Alex blinked. “Since when do you like watching workouts?”

She smiled sweetly. “Since I realized he sweats with his shirt off.”

He laughed, shook his head. “Alright. Text me when you’re coming back.”

She leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Sure, babe.”

She turned and left.

She didn’t look back.

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By the time she got to the gym, her heart was pounding. Not from nerves—but from need.

Jared was already there, shirtless, sweat glistening across his chest and shoulders as he slammed a barbell onto the rack. The clink of plates echoed through the mostly empty building. It was late. Quiet. Just a few scattered grunts from men focused on their reps.

He looked up when she entered.

His eyes burned through her.

“You wore that for me?” he asked, walking toward her.

She nodded. A black hoodie, no bra. Short skirt, sneakers, nothing underneath.

“I thought you might need some motivation,” she said sweetly.

He didn’t smile.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway, past the machines, past the squat rack—into the locker room.

Men's locker room. Empty. Silent.

The second the door shut behind them, he spun her, slammed her against the lockers, and growled in her ear.

“You came here with nothing under that skirt just so I could fuck you while your boyfriend waits at home?”

“Yes,” she whispered, breathless.

“You’re such a filthy little thing now.”

“I’m yours,” she said, eyes wide, needy. “Please use me.”

He dropped to his knees and yanked her skirt up, groaning when he saw how wet she already was.

“No panties,” he said, dragging his tongue between her thighs. “God, you’re dripping.”

“Because of you,” she whimpered.

“You’re so far gone,” he growled, standing again. “You like being my slut. You like cheating. You like knowing your boyfriend’s probably jerking off at home while I stretch you open in a locker room.”

She gasped. “Yes. I love it.”

He pushed her against the bench and bent her over it.

“Hands on the seat,” he ordered. “Legs wide. Don’t move.”

She obeyed instantly.

He unzipped, pulled his cock out, and slid the head through her folds.

“So fucking wet. You want to be used.”

“Yes—please—use me.”

“Say what you are.”

“I’m your bad girl. I’m your filthy cheating slut. I need your cock.”

He grabbed her by the throat and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed.

He covered her mouth.

“Quiet. Or someone’s gonna walk in and see me ruining you.”

He pounded her, hand still around her throat, her body shaking under his grip.

“Feel that?” he growled. “That’s not your boyfriend. That’s me. Filling every inch. Owning this pussy.”

“Yes—yes—Jared—”

“You’re mine now,” he snarled. “I could bend you over in front of him and you’d beg for more.”

“I would,” she whimpered. “I fucking would.”

He pulled out and spun her around, lifted her onto the bench. Her legs spread for him instantly.

“Look at this messy little pussy,” he muttered, slapping his cock against her clit. “You squirted on my bed, you came on my cock, and now you’re going to take every inch like a good little slut while I fuck the moans out of you.”

“Do it,” she panted. “Please—fuck me rough.”

He slammed into her again, both hands gripping her thighs.

Hard. Deep. Fast.

She was moaning shamelessly now, nails digging into the bench.

He leaned down, bit her neck. “When I say come, you come.”

She nodded.

He reached between them and rubbed her clit—fast, brutal, dirty.

“You’re gonna come for me. Now.”

Her eyes rolled back.

She exploded.

Screaming.

Soaking the bench.

He kept fucking her through it, slamming into her until he snarled, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” she begged. “Fill me—now—please—”

He groaned, shoved deep, and spilled inside her.

They collapsed together, breathless, sweaty, ruined.

Lena looked up, still trembling.

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” she whispered.

He kissed her neck.

“You’re mine. That’s all you need to know.”

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She needs this.

She needs Jared.

And she doesn't care who sees.

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Chapter Fourteen: Owned

Her phone buzzed.

Alex: Running late. Don’t wait up. Love you.

Lena stared at the screen, thumb hovering. She didn’t reply.

She didn’t need to.

Jared was already behind her. Shirtless, cock hard, sweatpants tugged low. His fingers slid under her hoodie and palmed her bare breast.

“No bra,” he murmured. “You were waiting for me.”

“I’m always waiting for you,” she whispered.

“Then bend over.”

She did—without hesitation.

He pulled her skirt up over her hips and groaned at the sight.

“No panties either,” he muttered. “You are mine.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “All yours. Always.”

He pushed her face down into the mattress, kicked her legs apart, and slid his cock between her soaking folds. Just teasing. Just gliding through the slick mess.

“You feel that?” he growled. “This pussy’s dripping before I even touch it.”

“Because I need it.”

“You need me to fuck you?”

“No,” she panted. “I need you to ruin me.”

That broke him.

Jared slammed into her in one brutal thrust, and Lena screamed into the sheets.

“Fuck, yes—God yes—don’t hold back,” she sobbed.

He gripped her hips like a man starved and fucked her hard—loud, wet, heavy slaps echoing through the room. His cock punched deep with every thrust, dragging cries out of her throat with every bounce of her ass against him.

“You like being used like this?” he growled.

“Yes!”

“You want me to fuck you like a dirty little whore?”

“Yes—I am one.”

“You like cheating on him?”

“I fucking love it,” she gasped. “He could never do this. He’s soft. He’s careful.”

“And what am I?”

“You’re what I need. Rough. Real.”

He laughed, cruel and dark. “That’s right. I’m the one who owns this pussy now.”

He reached forward, grabbed her hair, yanked her head back.

“You’re gonna come with me deep inside you, aren’t you?”

“Yes—please—I want you to come in me—I want it every day—”

“You hear that?” he hissed. “You want my cum in you every fucking day.”

“I need it.”

He flipped her over suddenly, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and thrust into her hard and deep—folding her in half. Her tits bounced wildly with every brutal thrust.

“You’re perfect like this,” he groaned. “Pinned down. Fucked full. Begging for it.”

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop—”

“You love being fucked like this while your boyfriend’s gone?”

“Yes. I don’t care anymore. Let him walk in. I want him to see it.”

As if summoned—

The door opened.

Footsteps.

Then—

“Lena?”

It was Alex.

Home early.

Lena didn’t flinch.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t stop.

She wrapped her legs tighter around Jared’s waist, moaning louder.

Alex stood frozen in the doorway—watching the girl he loved getting pounded into the mattress.

“Lena—what the fuck—”

She turned her head, met his eyes—sweaty, flushed, legs spread wide around Jared’s cock.

“I needed this,” she moaned.

“Get the fuck off him!”

“No,” she said. “You don’t get it.”

Jared looked over his shoulder, still thrusting. “She wants this, man. Every inch. Every day.”

“I’ve never come like this in my life,” Lena gasped. “You’re sweet, Alex. But you’re not him.”

She reached up, cupped Jared’s face, and kissed him—deep, tongue and teeth.

Alex stared—silent, broken.

“I want him to own me,” she whispered when she pulled back. “I want to be his. Used. Full of him every morning. Every night.”

Jared slammed in harder, rougher, faster.

Her eyes rolled back.

“You gonna come for me?” he growled.

“I’m gonna fucking squirt—”

“Then do it. Make him watch.”

Her body locked, and she screamed.

She squirted hard—soaking Jared, the sheets, the headboard. It sprayed up his stomach as she collapsed, twitching violently, sobbing from pleasure.

“God damn,” Jared snarled. “You made a fucking mess for him.”

And then—he came.

He shoved deep and emptied himself inside her, hips jerking, groaning with satisfaction.

They stayed like that.

Lena breathless, wrecked.

Jared buried deep, grinning.

Alex turned and walked out.

No words.

Just the sound of the door slamming behind him.

Jared kissed her shoulder, still inside.

“Now you’re mine,” he whispered.

She nodded.

And smiled.

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Chapter Fifteen: Claimed Forever

The apartment was quiet. Alex was gone.

Really gone.

His keys were gone from the hook. His drawer emptied. No goodbye note, no fight, no guilt trip. Just absence.

Lena stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but one of Jared's old gym tanks, too big on her and loose enough to show the curve of one bare breast. Her hair was messy, her thighs still sticky from the night before.

She stared at the empty hook for a long time.

"You okay?" Jared's voice came from behind her.

She turned slowly. He was leaning against the doorframe, towel slung over one shoulder, freshly out of the shower, water still clinging to his abs.

"I should feel worse," she said softly. "I don’t."

Jared raised an eyebrow. "Why would you?"

She shrugged. "Because he was good to me. Boring. Safe. Sweet. And I threw it all away. For you."

Jared stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Not for me. For yourself."

She rested her head back on his chest. "Maybe."

"Definitely."

They stood there in silence for a beat.

Then she whispered, almost too soft to hear: "You ruined me."

He grinned into her neck. "Good. I was trying to."

She turned in his arms and looked up at him, searching his face. "But now what? Now that I’m yours? Are you gonna get bored? Move on? Find some fresh little slut to break?"

He tilted her chin up. "You think I want anyone else after this? After you begged for my cum while your boyfriend watched you squirt? After you took every inch and still wanted more?"

She blushed, lips curling. "I did like that."

He leaned in. "No, baby. You loved it. You’re perfect. Filthy. Beautiful. Mine. I will never get tired of you."

"Promise?"

"Swear it."

She smiled, eyes gleaming. "Good. Because now that I’ve had it this way? I don’t want anything else. I want to be fucked like a bad girl every day."

He pulled her in tighter. "Then get ready. Because I’m never going to stop wrecking you."

She giggled, looking down. "Bet Alex never said that."

"Alex?" Jared scoffed. "That dude kissed like he was scared to breathe through his nose."

"He came from cuddling."

They both burst out laughing.

"No wonder you jumped on my cock like it was a fire escape during a flood."

"It was," she snorted.

He grabbed her ass suddenly and lifted her with a growl. "Come on, squirt gun. Shower time."

She squealed as he carried her into the bathroom.

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The Shower

Steam fogged the glass instantly. The water was hot. So was the way Jared pinned her against the wall, lifted her leg, and slid two fingers inside her without warning.

She gasped, forehead pressed to the tile. "Already?"

"You said every day," he growled. "I’m holding you to it."

He kissed her neck, dragged his fingers out slowly, then shoved them back in. She was dripping already.

"Such a good little slut. Always wet. Always ready."

"Please fuck me," she moaned. "Rough. Hard. Just how I need it."

He didn’t hesitate. Turned her around, bent her slightly, and thrust into her from behind in one brutal stroke.

She screamed. Loud. Echoing.

"You like being bent and taken like this?"

"Yes!"

"Say it. Say you’re my cock-hungry little girl."

"I’m your cock-hungry little slut! Fuck me harder!"

He obliged. Every thrust was deep, sharp, wet. The slap of skin on skin, the rush of the water, her cries. She clawed the tile, toes curling.

"You’re going to come like this," he grunted, "while I pound you under the water. While I fill you again."

"I’m already close," she whimpered.

"Good. Because I’m not stopping. Not even when you come. I want you to squirt again."

He reached around, thumb flicking her clit while he fucked her harder.

She screamed. Came violently. Legs shaking. Water mixing with her juices.

He didn’t stop.

"One more. You can give me another."

"Jared—please—"

"You can do it. Be my good girl. Come again."

He changed the angle, pinned her tighter, fucked her so hard she could barely breathe.

Then—it happened.

She exploded. Again. And again. Her thighs quivered, her hands slipped against the tile, and a high-pitched cry ripped from her throat.

She squirted hard.

It sprayed across his thighs, splashing down to the floor like a mini geyser.

He laughed mid-thrust. "God damn, baby! You trying to drown me in here?"

She collapsed against the wall, face flushed and eyes dazed. "It's not my fault! You fucked the plumbing out of me."

He pulled out slowly, letting his cock slap against her dripping pussy. "We need a warning label for this cooch. Caution: may cause flooding."

She giggled breathlessly. "I'm gonna need a lifeguard certification at this rate."

He grinned, spun her around, and kissed her hard. "Then drown with me."

He lifted her again, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"One more for the road," he growled.

He thrust inside her, deep and hard, and she moaned into his mouth.

"Jared!"

"Yeah?"

"If I squirt again, you're buying new towels."

"Deal. But I get to wring them out first."

She laughed so hard she nearly lost her balance—and then screamed again as he fucked her straight through it.

He came hard, deep, holding her tight as her body shook once more.

They stayed tangled up under the water, wet and breathless.

Then she leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Seriously... we do need new towels."

He laughed into her hair.

"Worth it."

The End.