I came so hard I thought I was dying. My body jerked under Sione, vision going white. His big hand squeezed my throat just right, turning everything hazy and electric. I shook, ankles hooked over his shoulders, knees smashed to my chest. His thick Samoan cock slammed deep, hitting that spot that made me squirt again. Wet sounds filled the room as my juices soaked his sheets.

"Fuck... yes," I gasped, barely any air left. Tears ran down my face. It hurt so good. Every brutal thrust pushed the noise out of my head. Mom's lectures, Dad's empty chair, the cold house. This was raw. Real.

Sione grinned down at me, sweat dripping off his chest onto my tits. "Little church slut loves getting choked, huh?" He tightened his grip. Black spots danced. My pussy clenched hard around him, milking his fat cock as another orgasm ripped through me. I squirted again, mess everywhere, humiliating and perfect.

He fucked me through it, hips slapping loud against my ass. Pain and pleasure mixed till I couldn't tell them apart. This is what I needed. Not Jake's gentle hands. Not God's quiet judgment in church. Just this. Getting used like a toy, body broken and owned till nothing else mattered.

"Please... harder," I begged, voice hoarse. He laughed and pounded deeper, balls slapping my ass. My small tits bounced. I clawed at his arms, sobbing and cumming again. The guilt burned sweet. Divine punishment, maybe. I deserved this.

Finally he groaned loud and buried himself balls-deep. Hot cum flooded me, thick pulses that leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting. I shook under him, ruined and dripping.

When he pulled out, I curled up, legs trembling, cum running down my thighs. The high faded fast. That empty feeling crept back in.

Sione stretched beside me, grabbing his phone in silence. He knew I needed time to ride off the overstimulation. And as the effervescent sensations on my skin faded, her voice came back into my mind. 

"You think I don't notice?” my mother’s voice echoed in my head.

I could still see it vividly; her expression of disgust and disappointment seared in my mind from that morning. The scene replayed like a video, with the morning sun cutting through the broken blinds in our shitty little kitchen, making everything look even more worn out than usual.

"Lia, you're coming home later and later," she snapped, grabbing her coffee. "A girl shouldn't be out that late. What would the pastor think if he knew?”

"I'm just with friends, Mom," I mumbled. The lie tasted familiar. I didn't tell her how I spent afternoons in Sione's jeep with my skirt up, or on my knees in Mr. Henderson's garage letting them use me till the empty stopped screaming.

“We worry, you know?” she said. Her monotone voice barely masking the lie.

I had to do my best not to laugh. Dad was always gone on sales trips, leaving empty beer cans and the memory of yelling. Mom filled the quiet with her tired rants about Christ and values.

I found myself clutching my tiny cross necklace. The pit in my stomach aching again as I felt guilt flushing my body. I opened my eyes and found myself in Sione’s bed. The stench of sex still heavy in the air.

I grunted. My mind was already going back to that place I hated. I had to busy my idle mind. I looked around and saw Sione, his imposing naked figure a promise of respite to my troubled mind. Before I could stop myself, I crawled closer.

“Can you… go again?” I whispered desperately.

He didn't answer right away. Just lay there breathing heavy, phone in hand. My heart hammered. I needed it. Needed him to wreck me again so the guilt and the emptiness would shut up for a little longer. I leaned down, took his soft cock back into my mouth, tasting the mix of us. Salty, thick, nasty. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, hoping it'd get him going. My pussy still throbbed and leaked his cum onto the sheets.

Sione let out a low sigh, fingers finally tangling in my hair. For a second I thought it was working. He hardened a bit in my mouth. I moaned around him, bobbing faster, gagging a little like he liked. "Please fuck me again," I mumbled, spit dripping down my chin. "Use me. Choke me. I deserve it... God knows I do."

He pulled my head off with a wet pop. His cock slapped against his thigh, only half-hard. "Lia... damn. It's just not the same anymore."

I froze, still on my knees. "What?"

"You heard me." He sat up, looking bored now. "The cheating part was hot. Sneaking around behind Jake's back. That shit got me going. But now? You're just another desperate slut begging for dick. No thrill left."

The words cut deep. Tears burned my eyes. I shook my head, crawling closer again, pressing my small tits against his thigh. "I can still be bad... I can lie more. Please, Sione. I'll do anything." My voice cracked. My hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my messy clit in frantic circles. Humiliating. Desperate. But it felt like prayer, dirty, broken prayer for punishment that would make me feel something real.

He pushed me away gently, almost pitying. "Nah. You're getting too easy. Go home or whatever. I'm done."

I sat there naked on his dirty sheets, cum still leaking out of me, fingers still moving uselessly between my thighs. The high from before crashed hard. That familiar hollow pit opened up again, wider than ever. God was probably laughing at me. All the sin, all the rough fucking that was supposed to save me from the noise at home, and it still left me emptier.

I grabbed my clothes with shaking hands and dressed quickly. The walk out felt longer than usual. By the time I hit the curb outside, the sobs came hard. My thighs rubbed together, sticky and sore as I cried.