Calebunny

Caleb and Sylus both agreed on one thing, they had spoiled you rotten. 

You knew exactly how to get your way with a stomp of your foot and a bit of incessant whining. They both had a massive soft spot for you, and you absolutely abused it. On the rare occasion that one of them actually stood his ground and denied you something, you simply went running to the other. Without fail, you always ended up getting what you wanted. 

So there you were, flopped unceremoniously across Sylus’s bed, dramatically huffing and taking your frustrations out on his pillows. You made sure your tantrum was obvious to the white-haired man sitting at his desk, casually flipping through documents. He looked up at your theatrics, a hint of amusement playing on his face. 

Seeing that your efforts were going to waste, you decided to kick it up a notch. You paused all your dramatic thrashing and sat up on the bed, going dead silent. The sudden lack of noise instantly caught Sylus’s attention. That's when you brought out the big guns. With a perfectly timed sniffle, crocodile tears began streaming down your cheeks. Sylus, defeated by your dirty tactics, tossed his documents onto the desk. He sighed, making his way over to the bed before pulling your body against his chest, enveloping you in a warm hug. 

"Alright, alright," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear as he stroked your hair. "We’ll get you your pet wolf. Don't cry now, kitten." 

The next of your schemes involved sneaking to the kitchen at 3 am in the morning, staying as quiet as possible as you tiptoed across the cold floors. You opened the fridge and retrieved the goods, and right as you thought you had gotten away with it, you heard someone behind you. Goddammit. You turned around guiltily to find Caleb standing there, leaning against the wall, shirtless and looking like he had just woken up. Ice cream in hand, you flashed him a nervous smile. "Pips, you know you can't have that so late at night," he scolded gently. Your instincts kicked in immediately. You pouted, hugging the tub close to your chest as you gave him your signature puppy eyes. "But Caleb, pleaseee... I've been craving it." Giving in, Caleb walked over and ruffled your hair with a sigh. "Fine, but not too much, okay?"

And just like that, victory was yours. Half the time, you made ridiculous requests just to test their limits, to see exactly how far they would bend to keep you happy. they were well aware of this fact too. But unbeknownst to you, Caleb and Sylus had recently made a plan. Deciding they officially had enough of your shit with the way your asks became more absurd by the day, they knew they needed to teach their bratty little girl a lesson. 

It was a day like any other, you woke up with a slow, heavy stretch, yawning your way out of bed and heading downstairs. In the kitchen, your two boyfriends were already occupying their usual spots. Caleb was making breakfast, while Sylus leaned against the counter, mindlessly popping cherries into his mouth and scrolling through his phone. Scurrying over to Caleb, you leaned over his shoulder, trying to peer into the pan. "I'm almost done, pips. Go sit down," he murmured, not looking up. You blinked down at the eggs sizzling in the pan, and like second nature, felt defiance bubbling up. You looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes. "But Caleb, I'm craving pancakes today." Right as you expected to watch him immediately pivot to indulge your craving, he did the exact opposite. Caleb glanced down at you, held your gaze for a flat second, and deadpanned, "Nope." 

That caught you completely off guard. "Wha-?" It wasn't the kind of "no" that felt negotiable. It wasn't a "maybe" with extra steps. This "no" felt definitive. As you stood there, jaw slightly slack and confused, Caleb simply reached out, picked you up by the waist like a doll, and set you down next to the kitchen island. "Sit down," he ordered softly.

For once, you actually obeyed, slipping into the seat next to Sylus as if in a trance. Caleb caught your expression and let out a smug smirk. 

A few moments later, Caleb began setting the plates down on the island. Still reeling from the pancake rejection, your eyes drifted over to the bowl of juicy cherries Sylus was snacking on.

"Can I have som-" "No." 

Before the sentence could even clear your throat, Sylus cut you off. He didn't even look your way as he answered, instead, he popped another cherry between his lips, holding it between his teeth as he leaned back, his gaze locking directly onto Caleb. 

Wordlessly, Caleb moved across the space, leaning over the counter to meet him. He closed the distance and took the cherry right from Sylus's mouth, their teeth clashing in a quiet click. They both tried not to laugh at the sight of you looking like a kicked puppy. 

The rest of the day went on just like that, a rebellion was what it was. By evening, you were left thoroughly frustrated by the mountain of rejections that had accumulated all day. You could tell something was up, but you knew they couldn't keep this up forever. So, you decided to stage your own overthrow. 

When nighttime finally arrived, you got into bed a little earlier than usual. You could hear the steady rush of water from the shower Caleb was running in the bathroom, while Sylus was finishing up some work in his office. Smirking to yourself, you slowly stripped down to just your underwear, a lacy pair you knew that they were weak for.  Settling back against the pillows, you slowly spread your thighs and gave a few exploratory flicks to your clit. Mmm. As you started to play with yourself, your fingers spread your folds, rubbing gently before plunging two fingers shallowly inside. 

Despite always catering to your every wish and whim, Sylus and Caleb had one strict rule for you, hands off yourself. You knew not to cross this– you never had a reason to anyway, not with two utterly devoted men ready to give you more pleasure than you could ever give yourself. But after a day of them teasing and denying you, you didn't see why you couldn't play their game as well.

Soft moans spilled from your lips, juices leaking through as you could feel yourself getting hotter. Right then, you heard heavy footsteps moving through the hallway outside. Grinning, you worked yourself even harder now. Sylus, on the other hand, reached the outside of the room and knew immediately something was up; he felt your sweet scent filling the air, your faint gasps barely heard. Seems kitten is playing dirty. 

Walking inside, he locked eyes with you, only for you to scrunch your eyebrows and put on even more of a show, cunt in full display. And right on cue, Caleb walked out of the bathroom, skin glistening and a towel hanging off his waist. The moment he caught on to the events occurring in the room, he flashed Sylus an unhinged smile. 

Your mind had dissolved into absolute mush. Overstimulated as you were kept on your hands and knees, your back arched deeply as Sylus relentlessly drove into you from behind. 

You had lost track of how many times you'd finished already, yet there were no signs of stopping. Caleb, meanwhile, was in front of you, admiring the glisten on your face and lips from the previous load he shot up that he was still recovering from, panting with his abs clenching. 

You felt another intense orgasm coursing through you, cum and juice spilling out further as your pussy spasmed around Sylus, but this only prompted him to go faster. Tears streaming uncontrollably now, your knuckles turned white with how hard you were gripping the sheets, and you looked up at Caleb, almost pleading with him to reason with Sylus. Almost like Sylus figured out your ploy, he snapped your hips back against him harshly. “Oh no no no, he’s not gonna help you, sweetheart.” Caleb could only grin, giving you a mock pity look. “Aw, is pips tired? Should’ve thought of that before you decided to break the rules, no?” He looked over to Sylus. “Sy, my turn now.” Panting, Sylus plunged balls deep all the way into your cervix one last time before he pulled out completely, manhandling you to switch positions. 

Now you were sitting upright, your back leaning against Sylus with your legs being held up and apart by his veiny arms. Caleb took his position immediately, feeding you his cock from the front, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, a tad overstimulated from his earlier release. Sylus, looking at the vulnerable puppy boy, couldn't help but reach out and caress the side of his face, his fingers running through his slightly damp hair. Caleb only subconsciously leaned into his touch all the while plunging completely inside of you, moving in shallow, ragged thrusts. 

Then Sylus had an idea. Nipping at your shoulder, his fingers still tangled in Caleb's hair, he gripped a bit tighter, grabbing his attention. “You think she's ready for it?” 

“Huh? fuck– yeahyeaheyeah,” Caleb mumbled incoherently, looking absolutely pussydrunk by the way you clenched around him. You were confused. “Sy? Wha- what do you mean ready? Ready for what?” you panted, and right then, you felt something poke at your virgin back entrance. Fuck me, you thought.

Gathering all the slick from your combined releases and giving you a spit of his own, Sylus made sure you were well-lubricated before he attempted the intrusion. It felt weird in the start– an unfamiliar feeling– but you knew better than to oppose it. You were completely at their mercy. 

Soon enough, Caleb and Sylus found a shared rhythm, breaching your holes at the same time and building up an insane amount of pressure, slick sounds and moans filling the room. Even Sylus, who wasn't normally vocal in bed, was groaning and whimpering, and in no time, another orgasm ripped through you. “Fuck— yes baby, give it all to me. Come on, I know you can give me more,” you weren't even sure who was talking to you at that point.  

Hours dissolved into an exhaustive blur as positions were shifted and forced upon you. You were floating in and out of consciousness. You all looked like a litter of bunnies going at it for so long. You were tired, and just let them move you around for their own pleasure; their combined stamina was ungodly. You could feel your womb bulging with all the semen pumped into you, and finally, with bruising thrusts, they came at the same time, collapsing back against the bed. 

God, Smiling in your fucked out state, all you could think was, you still got what you wanted.

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The air was thick and hot, your vision blurry from intoxication and the constant flashing lights. Looking back, your gaze fell on a small booth in the corner of the club. There he was, a certain 6’2 man sprawled on the sofa, an arm draped lazily over the backrest. He sipped his drink, looking at you with hazy purple eyes that glinted in the dark. 

You flashed him a lazy smile, continuing to sway your body to the music next to your friend. It was a Friday night, and your friends had decided to go clubbing. Of course, your darling boyfriend joined; it was a mixed friend group anyway, so it didn't matter all that much to you. But either way, you knew your colonel wouldn't let you out of his possessive sight, especially not at a place like this, where every man in your radius was eyeing you like a piece of meat. 

You could feel the haze lifting slightly when you thought, 'Ugh, I need another drink.' Your boyfriend's watchful gaze never left you as you made your way to the bar, leaning over the counter to ask the bartender for another round of shots. 

Tapping your nail against the smooth marble, you noticed another hand slide toward yours. Looking up, you saw an unfamiliar man smiling down at you. Raising an eyebrow, you asked, "Umm... can I help you?" A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth as he replied, "Nothin', nothin'... was just gonna ask if I could buy you a drink. You’re beautiful."  Just as you opened your mouth to respond, you felt a large hand snake its way around your waist. You didn't even need to look to know who it was. Caleb's voice dropped to an unusually low octave, "She knows, and I don't like sharing." You leaned back to see Caleb jerk his head to the side in a silent fuck off. 

As you stifled a laugh by biting your lip, you watched the man scramble off, muttering curses under his breath. You turned around to drape your arms around Caleb's neck, pulling him close enough for your noses to touch. “Behave and stay in one place, will ya, pips?” He picked up your newly filled glass off the counter and brought it over to you, his eyes never leaving yours. Giggling, you pulled away from him and grabbed the shot from his hand, only to down it all in one go. Oh boy, you might have miscalculated, the alcohol had you slurring even more now. 

Before you could think it over, you grabbed Caleb's hand and led him toward the dance floor. He kept you steady with an unyielding hold around your waist as you continued swaying to the music, running your hands across his chest. You didn't know if it was just the alcohol, but the look Caleb was giving you sent a chill straight up your spine. The way his eyes traced the line of your moving hips before traveling up to your heaving chest and flushed lips, he was mentally pinning you down and ripping off that damn dress.  God, he hated that thing. When you had walked out of the bedroom wearing that almost sheer black dress that barely covered your ass, he almost considered canceling all your plans just to tie you to his bed, keeping you hidden from every other soul. Almost. The only thing that stopped him was your gleeful excitement to see your friends. Of course, he could never deny his pips. 

But he regretted that decision at this exact moment, possessiveness coursing through him as he noticed all the men raking their eyes across your body. The best he could do was grip you tight against him; his hands were better at covering your ass anyway. 

Meanwhile, your drunk self couldn't help the sinful thoughts running through your mind. Yes, Caleb and you had been intimate before, made love and all. But that was all it ever was; he only ever made love to you, careful and gentle, almost as if you were fragile. You loved it, sure, but sometimes you wondered how much you could push him until he snapped and fucked you the way you actually wanted him to.

And oh were you going to push him tonight.

You turned around so your back was against him, moving your hips in a way that made you graze right up against his front. You felt his fingers instinctively tighten around your waist. “You’re playing a dangerous game here, pips,” his warm breath tickling your ear as he leaned in close.  Smiling, you decided to grind back even harder, until he stopped all your movements with his hands. “Okay, that’s it. We're done here. I’m texting your friends that we are leaving.” 

He swiftly spun you around, keeping a secure hold on your arm while leading you through the dense crowd and out of the bar. Thrashing around in his grip, you pouted, “Caleb, nooo! I wanted to dance more.” Caleb looked down at you, his eyes darkening. “Hmm, it felt like you were doing a little bit more than dancing.” You threw all your body weight into resisting him, but he stood completely unaffected. “What, would you rather I dance with someone else?” you smirked, the alcohol making you way more defiant than usual. 

Now leaning down to your height, he gripped your jaw firmly with his fingers. “You’ve been on very bad behavior today, pips. I suggest you stop before you regret it.” You felt heat pool between your legs. Like hell you were gonna stop.

Caleb swiftly picked you up by your waist and shoved you into the car, securing your seatbelt before taking his own place in the driver's seat and turning on the engine. He put on a radio station playing his favorite band and began humming along to it, but of course, you wouldn't sit still. You leaned over, turned the radio off, kicked off your heels, and placed your feet right on the dashboard. You knew he absolutely hated it, but you just looked at him with an innocent smile. You saw a tick in his jaw, but his endless patience for you got the better of him. “It’s dangerous, pips. An accident would mean you'll snap in half.” You responded with a “nope,” popping your lips obnoxiously. Sighing, he continued driving, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of his lips. 

The moment you reached your house, you both got out of the car. As he moved over to guide your wobbly ass inside, he pulled out his phone to text your friends. He was right in the middle of typing, 'I got her ho-' when, before he could even finish, you reached out and snatched it right out of his hands. 

Then chucked it onto the side of the road.

Oh. You hadn't thought about that, drunk instincts completely taking over the rational part of your brain. The phone landed with a thud and a faint crack. Caleb's fingers twitched mid-air where he had just been holding it. With a dangerous sigh, he turned to look at you, his eyes now pitch black. “You think you can keep acting up without ever facing consequences?” He cupped your face, his palm brushing over your cheek with a gentleness that felt fake. “Here is what's gonna happen. You are going to run. You are going to hide. And if you have the misfortune of me finding you, it's not going to end well for you, pips. So hide well.” He gave you a tender kiss before releasing you. Leaning back against the wall, he nodded toward the door.

“Go on now.”

A delicious shiver ran through your entire body as you bolted inside, bare feet thudding against the hardwood floors. Scanning every corner of the house, you remembered the closet in the guest bedroom. Caleb would never find me there, you thought. You quickly made your way up the stairs and into the bedroom, careful with your footing now so Caleb wouldn't know of your location. Slipping inside the closet, you shut the door with a soft, quiet click. 

Meanwhile, Caleb took his sweet time. He looked over the broken screen of the phone in his hand before tossing it into the trash; he could always get a new one, but disciplining his pips was unavoidable. He slowly made his way through the house, the floors creaking under his heavy weight. He knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't hide on the first floor, so he went straight up the stairs. Looking around the hallway, he noticed the guest bedroom door was slightly ajar. Silly pips, so bad at hiding. He walked into the room, and your breath hitched as his footsteps drew nearer. 

He sensed your quivering presence inside the closet, but he deliberately dragged it out, letting you soak in his threat until you were utterly terrified. He shuffled around the space, looking behind the door, checking under the bed, all in mockery. But eventually, the game stopped. He walked straight up to the closet and slammed the door open. 

“Gotcha,” he grinned darkly before picking you up in one swift motion. His hands took their place, one clamping around your throat, the other sliding to the base of your head to tug sharply at your hair. Tears escaped the corners of your eyes; your underwear was soaked through. 

Caleb tsk’d in disappointment. “Oh no, no, no. You don't get to cry now, honey. Should've thought of this before you decided to act like a little shit today.” His grip on your throat tightened, squeezing enough till black dots started to swarm your vision. But right as you felt like you were about to pass out, he loosened his hold, letting you gasp for gulpfuls of air in desperation. 

Maintaining his hold on the back of your neck, he dragged you over to the bed, sitting at the edge and forcing you to kneel between his legs. You looked up at him, your mascara and lashes wet with tears, your face still flushed from the alcohol– and something else. 

“You’re so pretty when you look up at me, pips,” he murmured. Holding your jaw with one hand, his thumb caressed your bottom lip before he shoved it inside your mouth. “Suck.” 

Trying your best to win back his favor, you did exactly as Caleb told you, obediently sucking his finger and circling your tongue around the tip. “Good girl.” You let out a low whimper; you absolutely loved earning Caleb’s approval. But suddenly, he pulled his finger from your mouth with a soft pop, shifting to fiddle with the button of his jeans instead. Undoing them quickly, he pushed both his pants and boxers down to his knees, letting his cock spring free. 

He grabbed a tight fistful of hair at the back of your head, tugging your face closer to his dick. “You know what to do, baby,” he murmured, smacking his dick across your cheek mockingly. 

You went right to work, hazy with need, letting the salty taste of him fill your mouth. He was so big you could barely fit him all inside; his head hit the back of your throat immediately. You couldn't help but grind against the rough carpet. Caleb pulled your head back by your hair, ripping you away from his cock and making you sob at the sudden loss of contact. “You think I can't notice you pleasuring yourself? No, you don't get this cock unless you listen to me.”You nodded furiously, desperate to let him gag you again. “Use your words, baby.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, please, Ca-Caleb,” you choked out, your words slurring as the tears rolled down your face. Caleb didn’t wait another second before he shoved himself all the way back in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you bobbed your head at an irregular pace. He looked like he couldn't hold back either, his hips rutting into your mouth. But right as you were getting comfortable and stopped gagging as much, Caleb pulled out yet again.

“Okay, that’s it. I need your pussy. Get on the fucking bed.”  Not waiting for a response, he picked you up and tossed you onto the mattress face down. He manhandled you like a ragdoll, shoving your face deeper into the pillows as he hoisted your hips up, forcing your back into a deep arch. The dress, already bunched up around your waist, was ripped apart at the seams and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your underwear, a sopping mess, soon followed. 

After a moment of shuffling, you felt the blunt head of his dick prodding at your entrance. You braced yourself to finally have him inside you, but your hopes were instantly dashed. Caleb was teasing you, swirling his tip around your entrance, tapping against your clit, sending jolts up your body, doing absolutely everything but fucking you. You couldn't help but whine, unable to even shimmy backward under his weight. 

Caleb chuckled, finally relenting and sliding all the way into you. Without letting you adjust for even a second, he set a brutal pace. “I bet this was what you wanted,” he grunted, trying to keep his voice stable despite your cunt constantly clenching around him. “Pushing my buttons all day, wearing that damn dress, letting other men see you.” 

“You’re mine, pips. Mine to see. Mine to fuck. And mine to use.” punctuating every sentence with a deep thrust. “You like being fucked this way, don't you? Fucked like the slut you are.” And all you could do was moan in response, being stuffed to the brim.

You had a long, long night ahead of you.

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Caleb knew his little pips had no experience.

This was obvious, he thought, considering how he threatened away any boy who dared to show interest in you all your childhood. But what he wasn’t prepared for was you barely being able to take the length of even his pinky exploring inside you. This was the furthest you both had ever gone; the most you’d done before this were heated makeout sessions and lovebites. So, when he finally got to see his darling pips quivering beneath him, legs spread wide and your cunt displayed to him in all its glory, he of course went straight for the prize. 

He feverishly made out with it, acting like he’d missed her all his life. Just as you started to question who his true lover actually was, he exploratively poked a finger at your entrance. But the moment he tried to push it in a little, an unexpected jolt of pain shot through your entire body. 

“Ah, Caleb! It hurts–” Almost like he snapped out of a daze, he looked up at you with wide eyes. “Wai– I'm sorry, did I go too far–” Just as a myriad of apologies were about to spill from his lips, you slowly reassured him. “No! It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong.” A blanket of warmth slowly creeping up your cheeks, you continued, “It's just.. I've never actually fingered myself. It hurts to put anything up there.” 

You always figured it was your lack of experience, or even a lack of arousal when you played with yourself, so you had stuck to the outside, resorting to playing with your clit whenever you needed to de-stress. Until now, that is. 

You saw a flash of confusion on Caleb's face before it settled into a smug smile. “Aw, pips doesn't know how to play with herself.” Inwardly, though, he sneered. All he could think about was how he could teach you how to feel good in a way you had never felt before, to have parts of you that nobody, not even you, had explored. He truly, truly got his pips all to himself. So, he made this his personal mission. 

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After a week or so of consistent “training,” as he called it—pulling you aside anywhere and everywhere to get a taste of you, entirely impatient in his endeavor to make you ready for him, you had finally worked up to taking two of his fingers with only a slight ache. 

“I'm so proud of you, baby,” he would reassure you, again and again, cooing in your ear as he encouraged you to take yet another inch for him. 

But one of those days, tired from all the work he was making you put in (though really, you just sat there and took him), you whined, “Caleb– don't you think two fingers are enough? They're so big.” Caleb looked down at you, his two middle fingers shoved deep up your pussy, juices and foam dripping off his knuckles, a mix of your arousal and his own saliva. He huffed mockingly, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, baby, trust me, they're not nearly big enough.” 

Caleb, in no way, was a small man. Every part of him constantly enveloped you, and his fingers were no exception. They were huge compared to yours; if you had trouble taking your own, there was a reason it took so many sessions just to be able to take his. A part of you felt inexplicably aroused at the threat of him giving you more, but the bigger part of you was terrified. There is no way.  “But Caleb, please–” 

Before you could complain any further, Caleb shushed you with a hard kiss, pulling away from you entirely and releasing his fingers from your warmth with a wet squelch. You moaned at the sudden emptiness, almost clawing at him to come back. But he ignored you, busy licking your nectar off his fingers before his other hand went down to his waistband, tugging at his boxers and pulling them down entirely. 

Your eyes went wide. Suddenly, all you could focus on was the sheer length of his cock, now released from his pants. You could always tell he was big,judging from the faint outline through his sweatpants whenever you had a hug too long or a touch too heated, but this? This was insanity! There is no way you could take all of him. 

At that, big crocodile tears slipped down your cheeks. Caleb leaned back down to your face and comforted you, an evil smile playing on the corner of his lips. “Shh, it's okay, pips. But you agree we need to train you more, yeah?” 

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You didn't think it was possible. You were sprawled on your back, knees bent and thighs pinned open, with Caleb holding you down with both his hands and his evol as his thick, heavy cock was fed into you inch by inch. He knew that if he made any attempt to release you, you would make a dash for it. 

So all you could do for now, as your pussy sputtered and clenched around the invasion, was lay there, more hazy than ever. With tears slipping down the sides of your cheeks, you couldn't do anything but absentmindedly whine and beg him. You didn't even know if you were begging him to stop, or begging him to shove everything deep inside you just so you could feel all of him at once. 

You left deep indents in his back, nails scratching and teeth biting until you drew blood. “Ah Caleb– no more please. Ish too much !” words slurring yet Caleb did not relent, continuing his intrusion while caressing your face. “No, honey, you’re doing so well for me. You wanna make gege proud of you, no?” Your nose flared at that, your pupils completely taking over your eyes. He knew that if there was anything you wanted in this world, it was to make him proud. He knew that all through your childhood, you would do absolutely anything just to hear his standard, “I’m so proud of you, pips,” followed by him ruffling your hair and smiling down at you with pure adoration. Back then, it meant foraging flowers, helping him build things, or finishing your homework. He had always had you wrapped around his finger, and now, around his cock. 

Yes yes yes yes yes yes. Feverishly now, you nodded, pushing through the pain and taking all of gege's cock, looking up at him with sudden determination. “Ca-leb–” you stuttered, the words tumbling out, “just do it! Push it all in. I need to feel all of you now, pleasepleaseplease.” Caleb bit his lip, feeling himself get even harder just watching you beg, whine, and struggle over his dick. Whatever mei-mei wants, she gets, right? 

So he pushed your knees all the way back into the mattress, holding your entire body hostage as he drilled himself all the way in.  “FUCK!” you screamed, tears flowing out even faster now as you arched off the bed in a mix of resistance and pleasure. Caleb’s forehead fell against yours. He whispered a ragged, “I’m so proud of you, pips,” before pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned. That was exactly what you needed to hear. Suddenly, you ignored all the ache down there as your mind was entirely consumed by him. You could feel yourself turning into a mindless sex toy, existing only to please him,

“Caleb, please,” you whimpered, unconsciously rutting up against him. Caleb, still completely smug, challenged you. “Please what, honey? I’m gonna need you to use your words.” You couldn’t help but sob at that. Any obstacle keeping Caleb from shoving his cock into you again and again felt like the world ending. “I know you can do it, honey. Come on,” he murmured, holding your jaw and shaking your fucked-out face.“PLEASE FUCK ME, CALEB!” you finally gave in, fully desperate. Chuckling, Caleb took his place. Groving his hands into the fat of your thighs, he started a brutal pace inside you. The sheer length of him repeatedly hammered into spots you never even knew existed. For fuck's sake, you could feel him all the way in your womb. 

“Goddammit, pips, you’re so fucking tight,” he whimpered, sounding like it took all his willpower not to give you his load right then and there. But between the two of you, you were the weaker link. A few more thrusts of him pushing against your A-spot, you felt a foreign sensation take over your entire body. This didn’t feel like a normal orgasm, oh, no, no. This felt way different. A pressure was building up deep in your lower belly.  Before you could stop yourself, or even warn Caleb about the strange new sensation, you erupted. With a loud moan, your pussy clenched tighter than ever and squirted everywhere, making a slick mess right where you were connected. 

“You’re so fucking hot, pips,” he said through clenched teeth. His eyes were blown wide, looking at all the juices you’d squirted onto him, and this was his breaking point, too. With one final, deep push that felt like it penetrated all the way through your cervix, Caleb pumped his cum into you.  He slowed down his thrusts but didn't entirely stop yet; he wanted to keep forcing every bit of his load inside, not letting a single drop go to waste. He went almost feral when he saw some of it leaking back out of your hole, pulling out in a fluid motion and frantically scooping everything back in with his fingers.

Your abused hole was quivering and your body shaking, you didn't have the energy to move a muscle, so you let Caleb take care of everything from there. He noticed you had bled a little on the sheets, expectedly, he thought, but this made him feel a pang of guilt regardless. You had whiplash with the sudden switch caleb had, now looking at you with all the gentleness and patience in the world, contrary to the aggressive fucking he just gave you. You liked this though, you loved this.

You loved everything about Caleb. 

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