#softsunnyy

as the words leave your lips, an intimidating silence settles in; one that would normally terrify you but now feels intriguing, charged with anticipation. Every part of you craves a response, and the wait finally ends when Connor presses his mouth against yours. The kiss starts out messy but soon finds its rhythm; it's rough and passionate, yet imbued with the deep respect he has always held for you.

he hears the sweet sounds escaping your lips, feeding a hunger that has been building in his chest for months, a hunger he felt he had to suppress to protect you and be the right kind of man for you, believing you were the sweet girl who needed time and guidance. Not this. Not the girl standing right in front of him now.

he certainly isn't complaining, though, not when his tongue is inside your mouth and his hands are moving to your ass, squeezing it and making you hop slightly, wrapping your legs around his hips, letting him blindly guide you toward the bedroom, trying not to bump into anything along the way until you finally arrive.

he lays you down on the bed without breaking the kiss, noticing how your legs remain parted, leaving room for him to move between them, with his weight pressing almost entirely onto yours. You can feel the bulge forming right against your pussy, drawing a soft moan from you that he swallows up in the kiss.

it's all so intense, so powerful, that you can feel your juices beginning to flow between your legs, trickling down through your folds and leaving a dark, sticky patch on your panties, clinging to your skin and filling you with a tingling sensation that makes you writhe, desperate for contact with his cock. You draw a beautiful sound from him, and he trails his kisses down your neck, biting with a touch of roughness as his patience begins to wear thin.

all those months of holding back, of being respectful and a good boyfriend were finally ending, leading to this moment where his hands roam your body until they reach your tits; he squeezes and massages them over your clothes, making your nipples harden and causing you to get even wetter. You're increasingly sensitive, your neck now covered in marks, some even showing a faint trace of blood as he continues to move lower.

this version of Connor is primitive, wild, and feral, driven by this side of you he hadn't known before, making him feel like he’s losing his mind, like he’s about to explode. That’s why his hands move so fast, stripping off your top and tossing it aside, without paying attention to your gasps of surprise or how your eyes fly wide open.

at the end of the day, this is what you'd asked for.

even when he buries his face between your breasts, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting, leaving trails of drool and tiny marks across the skin your bra had left exposed. A bra Connor wastes no time tearing apart, using the strength he gained from training. You notice how his muscles tense under his shirt, making you feel even hungrier, if that were even possible.

your hardened nipples are bare before his eyes, and before you realize it, his mouth is already attached to one of them, playing with your sensitivity while his hand takes care of the other. You writhe and whimper as jolts of electricity race through your veins, making you feel awake and alive, flooded with a thousand simultaneous sensations that don't end when he releases one nipple to play with the other, switching hands and savoring your body with a firm touch.

throughout the process, your hips keep rolling, grinding against him like the needy woman you are right now, while he delivers teasing thrusts, with his cock growing harder and harder, yet still separated from you by the layers of clothing between you, turning this foreplay into nothing more than a temptation.

Connor begins to calm down as he spends more time pressed against your breasts, toying with your nipples until, between whimpers, you beg for more, feeling desperate from the overstimulation. That’s when he uses his hands to slide down your pants, leaving you in nothing but your panties, with the fabric darkening by the second as your sex drools, creating a mess between your thighs that smells of arousal and feels completely sticky.

the sight was practically addictive, but he didn’t stop there; he stripped off his pants, underwear, and shirt, standing naked before your hungry, yet slightly panicked eyes as you gazed up at his massive, imposing body looming over yours.

he seems to notice your concern, planting small kisses on your lips that gradually deepen into a make-out session; tongues intertwining and hips pressed tight. You feel the weight of his cock against your still covered pussy, rubbing against the fabric, making it damp and sheer, and causing your core to throb, while sweet sounds escape your lips. Finally, he pulls away, leaving a glistening thread of saliva connecting your mouths.

the sight is obscene, but he doesn't linger on it; he shifts position, moving out from between your legs and crawling up until he’s straddling your head, effectively boxing you in. You find yourself staring up at his long, dripping cock, which seems to crave your attention. You swallow hard, yet you make no move to pull away.

"i want you to get my cock wet, even wetter than it already is, and for that, you need to use that pretty little mouth of yours, love. Think you can handle it?" he asks, his voice husky, watching as you nod quickly, even though you aren't entirely sure you're capable.

he smiles at your enthusiasm, lifting his body slightly and guiding his cock toward your mouth. He watches as you part your lips, allowing the tip to slide in, pulsing against your tongue before pushing deeper. It's so large that you have to open your mouth wider, feeling a strain in your jaw that doesn't stop you from continuing as you take as much of it as you can.

Connor pauses when he feels you start to gag, deciding to be gentle at first. He notices you trying to adjust, curling your tongue and coating him, giving him the green light to start moving. He begins slowly, sliding in and out, letting you feel the weight of him in your mouth and prepare your throat for the depth, pushing deeper each time and forcing you to hold on.

he's so big that it’s a bit of a struggle at first, but you manage to handle it just in time, when his patience snaps and his movements become increasingly wild, driving so deep into your throat that your mind goes hazy, leaving behind all the stress of the day: every disaster, every unpleasant conversation, and every moment spent missing your boyfriend.

all you can think about now is how delicious it feels, sucking and swallowing his cock as best you can while his balls slap against your chin, motivating you to reach up and play with them. You watch the immediate effect as he whimper your name and praise how well you’re doing, calling you his perfect doll, his sweet girl who seemed so innocent.

his words motivate you, driving you to please him. You feel the weight of his body pressing down on your face, stealing your breath away, yet you don't care, as he thrusts into your throat harder and more brutally, seeking his own pleasure while tears stream down your cheeks and moans escape your lips, sending vibrations coursing through his cock.

it's then, between the movement and his pleasure, that he reaches back, clumsily finding your pussy and rubbing between your folds right over your panties, sending a massive surge of pleasure through you; the kind you never thought possible.

it's completely unlike anything you have ever dreamed, imagined, or even experienced yourself. It's a different level of pleasure that leaves you a total wreck, with your mind melting and your boyfriend’s name etched into every cell of your body, as he claims you in every sense imaginable.

a knot tightens in your belly with every passing second, and you can feel his thighs tensing beside your head, signaling that he's close too. It makes you think of how delicious it would feel to have his cum sliding down your throat. Yet, when you finally come, moving your hips desperately while he touches you to prolong the climax, you realize he hasn't finished yet. In fact, he pulls away, pulling out his cock from your throat so abruptly that you start to cough, feeling a sharp ache in your throat from the sudden movement.

“what…?” you try to ask, your voice cracking. He just smiles, bringing the fingers that had been in your panties to his lips and briefly savoring your taste before continuing.

“i wanna come inside you; we’ll have plenty of time to try other places later,” he replies, using his hands to turn your body over, leaving you face-down with your ass in the air, wide open for him.

Connor positions himself behind you, with his hard cock pressed against your panties and rubbing between your folds; he watches you tremble and whimper, still hypersensitive from your recent orgasm. The fabric is practically sheer, so he decides to tear it, ripping a hole right where he needs it, making you jump as the sudden rush of cold air hits the skin of your pussy.

normally, he would take his time playing with you a bit longer, testing your limits, but desperation drives him to move faster; he aligns the head of his cock with your hole and begins to slide inside without further preparation, stretching your tight walls as you whimper and clutch the sheets in your fists.

you feel a mix of pain, discomfort, and pleasure right now as your pussy spreads wide to welcome him, gripping him tightly, almost sucking him in until he disappears between your folds, thrusting so deep inside you that it feels as though he might come out through your throat.

you feel so sensitive, so wet, that your walls quickly mold to his size, welcoming him home as he begins to move, setting a fast, powerful rhythm from the very first moment. You watch your body react to the intensity while only small, weak gasps of "fuck, fuck, fuck" escape your lips.

it’s as if he’s hammering inside you, dazing you, leaving you unable to string a coherent sentence together; your mind goes completely blank, melting from the sensation of his cock sliding inside you, claiming you, marking his name on you, and taking your virginity.

later, you’ll feel stupid for thinking your biggest problem was those idiot classmates of yours, when in reality, it’s this massive addiction you’re developing right now: an addiction to the feel of his cock inside you as he leans over your back, one hand on your waist and his other arm wrapping around your neck, forcing you to lift your head as you start to run out of breath.

his bicep tenses, using force against you as you find yourself drooling, unable to hold back, increasingly overstimulated and pushed to the limit. It’s almost too much, yet you don’t ask him to stop; you’re enjoying a little too much the way he toys with your breath, controlling your airflow while he breaks you down from the inside, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock and abusing your sweet hole.

“who’s making you feel so good, huh?” he asks in your ear, his voice husky and his touch commanding. You can barely answer, causing a thrust harder than the rest. “I asked who’s making you feel so good, baby, don’t keep me waiting,” he says when you don’t reply.

in that moment, your wires got crossed, perhaps from the arousal or the lack of oxygen, causing a faint “daddy” to slip from your lips. He made you repeat it, louder this time.

to your surprise, the name seemed to motivate him rather than turn him off; he began moving faster and harder, hammering repeatedly against that sensitive spot inside you, murmuring “that’s right” as he completely undid you, driving you to climax in just a few more thrusts.

his name spills from your lips now like a broken record, and right on your heels, he comes, filling your walls with his load; so much of it that it starts to slide out of your hole, obscenely staining your folds and creating a sticky sound that fills the room as he keeps moving, prolonging both your orgasms until you whimper for him to wait a moment.

all your problems have vanished, but now... this addiction... you’re gonna need a few more rounds before you fully calm down, and Connor will be more than happy to do the job, never once slipping out of you.

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it started unplanned, after months of seeing Will with different eyes, feeling guilt eating you from the inside. Even though you didn't grow up with him and couldn't see him as a brother, his mom is with your dad, and she is such a sweet, lovely woman, so the mere thought of wanting her son made you feel sick to your stomach.

you tried to hide it, to pretend, to look away when the temptation became too strong, especially when he started coming home with his best friend, his teammate. That boy made your legs go tense the moment you saw them walk into the house, moving with a confidence that was a little too casual for your liking.

but one day you couldn't hold back anymore. You took advantage of having the house to yourself to lie down on your bed, pulling down your panties and sliding your fingers between your folds. You felt how wet you were, how much you throbbed at the mere thought of them. You touched yourself without a shred of remorse; it wasn't the first time anyway, letting out sweet moans that filled your room, mingling with the wet sounds coming from your pussy as you slid two fingers inside.

you move quickly, trying to imagine how they would feel inside you, how they would touch you, how they would move. Your hips sway instinctively, seeking more, and your back arches as your moans grow louder and desperation begins to consume you.

you whimper their names without a second thought, feeling your arousal slide down your thighs onto the bed, staining the sheets.

the trouble is, you're so immersed, so lost in the haze of your own mind, that you don’t hear the door open or the voices entering the house. You don’t notice the keys, the jackets dropping, or the approaching footsteps. You can only think of them, their smiles, their arms, their voices. That’s why you cry out when you feel the first hand on you, pulling your fingers away from your pussy to replace them with someone else’s.

your eyes fly open in shock, and you realize it’s them, who don’t hesitate to help you, to let you finally taste everything you’ve spent months imagining.

ᨳଓ . — since then, you’ve become their doll, the one they can play with freely without you putting up a fight. ᨳଓ . — you grew close to them, so close that your parents are happy, believing their kids are best friends and that everything is fine. In reality, though, you started traveling with them because they asked you to, just so they could keep using you, pulling you away from the quiet, boring life you used to live. ᨳଓ . — now, not a day goes by without your stepbrother!Will or Macklin being right between your legs, filling you up over and over until you’re left speechless.

it’s happening right now: they’ve been playing with you for a while, sliding their fingers into your pussy until they’ve given you more than three orgasms, leaving you trembling, needy, and whimpering as you watch them free their cocks.

Macklin helps you change positions; he lets Will lie down where you just were, then places you on top of him while Mack settles in behind you. You know what’s coming, so you brace yourself, feeling your tits rub against your stepbrother’s chest as he smiles at you, planting sweet, quick kisses on your lips, as if what’s happening weren't perverse and wrong.

he distracts you until you feel him start to slide inside your pussy, deliciously stretching your walls and wringing a loud moan from you, one that even his kisses couldn't silence. His cock is long, a little thinner than Mack's, and its curve hits exactly the spot you love most, making your legs tremble and your breath catch. He seemed custom-made for you, and he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage.

soon after, Macklin joins in, sliding into the same hole; you feel the mix of pain and pleasure as his cock slips into your tight pussy, pressing against his best friend’s cock and reaching such deep places inside you that you feel it everywhere. You're so completely filled that your mind goes blank.

you can’t think about the guilt, the wrongness of it all, or the damage that would be done if anyone found out what you were doing in secret. You can only think about how good it feels and how aroused you are. They move immediately to satisfy that need, hammering in your tight pussy without waiting for you to adjust.

Macklin leaves kisses and bites along your neck, and you give him more room, loving the attention. Meanwhile, Will places his hands on your tits, playing with your abused nipples and tugging gently at them without ever looking away; he is hyper-aware of your reactions, watching your face transform into pure pleasure as they pound into you.

they're brutal and primal, devoid of any mercy, making your juices flow and your pussy slick with desire at their intensity. Here, the image of the sweet, fun-loving duo vanishes. Within these walls, they unleash their darkest desires, knowing you won't say a word, that you won't deny them anything.

they began molding you from the very start, conditioning you to the way they fuck you, fill you, and treat you. They claimed some of your "firsts" and left their mark on parts of your body no one else had ever explored.

nothing can break that bond, so they keep moving, watching you unravel, watching you stammer and try to cling to Will, seeking protection.

when you cum, it’s magnificent, the way your walls close, trapping their cocks inside you even as they keep moving, breaking every part of you while you whimper, until they finally cum inside you, filling you with their semen, their seed.

and that was just one of the first rounds.

ᨳଓ . — they usually love leaving you filled with their cum, driven by this strange obsession with seeing you full of them. ᨳଓ . — they’ve even slept with their cocks still inside you just to keep the cum from leaking out of your holes... but you don’t complain. ᨳଓ . — they’ve tried all sorts of things with you, even when you’re busy.

are you doing homework? Macklin walks into your room, sees you lying face down with papers scattered around you, and settles in behind you, shifting his weight onto your body and sliding his cock inside you. He doesn’t need you to react, though you do anyway; he just needs to use you in that moment, and he has permission to do so.

are you cooking? Will walks into the kitchen and stands behind you while you’re slicing a tomato; he pulls down your panties and takes advantage of your availability, nearly making you drop the knife. He doesn’t need you to turn around and move with him; he just wants to fill you up after a frustrating day.

are you traveling with them and have fallen asleep from exhaustion? don’t worry; while you sleep, they position themselves on either side of you, sliding their cocks in as carefully as possible to fill your pussy and feel your warmth all night long.

you’ve become everything to them, yet you don’t even complain, because deep down, even with all the guilt you carry... you enjoy it.

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yet, that peace and calm gradually shift as his kisses grow wetter and his hands slide the fabric of your shirt upward, revealing your skin for him. He then begins to bite gently, tugging with his teeth until a soft whimper escapes you, a touch of pain mingling with the sensation.

that is when he starts to speak, describing how beautiful you would look with a rounded belly, carrying the child you would share: the fruit of the love you have for one another. He talks of plans and dreams, filling the room with a haze of love and fantasy, as well as the more explicit images that soon flood his mind.

the mere thought makes his cock go hard, imagining how perfect you’d look taking him deep inside until he knocks you up. He can’t help himself; he starts gently rubbing against the bedsheets while still planting kisses on your belly, thinking about what’s about to happen, devouring every sound his actions draw from you; sounds that make him smile and feel truly alive.

and even though you could push him away, saying the idea terrifies you, that you aren't ready to be a mother just yet, there's something in his gaze you can't ignore; something in his touch you can't forget. It’s that passion, that burning desire to make it a reality: to fill you with his cum until your body can take no more, and then to see you carrying his child.

you can't pretend his words don't affect you, especially not when he trails his kisses lower, with his hands sliding down to take off your clothes, removing your pants and panties in one swift motion to reveal your wet pussy, soaked by every thought he’s put into your head.

“please, just think about it,” he pleaded, planting a kiss on your pussy between words as he listened to your whimpers. “You’re already wet just imagining it, your pretty hole filled with my cum, watching it slide down your thighs until i use my fingers to push it back inside your walls,” he described, rubbing the rim of your hole with his fingers and sliding them in slowly and gently, meeting no resistance, making a wet, sticky sound as they pushed deep within.

“Will,” you whimpered, arching your back as you felt him suck on your clit, using your sensitivity to his advantage while curling his fingers to hit your spot exactly where you needed it most. He then began to move faster and more intensely, filling your mind with a hazy fog.

you couldn't think clearly, form coherent sentences, or pull away. His touch was addictive because he knew you perfectly, using that knowledge to hold you in the palm of his hand. You're a mess as he moves his fingers, invading every inch of your hole and preparing you for what was to come. All you could do was whimper, grabbing the sheet with one hand while burying the other deep in his hair to pull him closer, feeling him lick and toy with your clit.

it’s all part of his strategy; you’re sure of it, yet you let it happen, arching your back as he strikes that sensitive spot hard. That place inside you that turns you into a whimpering mess, ready to let Will do whatever he wants with you. Because in that moment, it’s all worth it when you feel your nipples hardening, the knot in your belly, and the trembling in your legs.

you’re close, you both know it, and although he savors every sound and reaction he can draw from you, the moment you start to throb, he pulls his fingers away; he watches you complain and frown, listening as you gasp out a question asking why.

“i want you ready for what comes next, because i don’t think i’ll last long with how tight you are,” he says, planting a final kiss on your belly before straightening up to help you take off your shirt completely, touching your breasts briefly before he begins to strip off his own clothes, standing just as naked before you.

beyond the words and the fantasies, you feel his love for you in every touch and every glance, and even in the tone of his voice, reflecting the respect he holds for you, as well as his genuine desire to see you carrying his child.

so how could you say no?

your legs part a little wider instinctively, giving him all the space he needs. A soft laugh escapes him as he grips your thighs and puts your legs onto his shoulders, then aligns the head of his cock with your hole and looks you in the eye, knowing this time is different from the rest.

he slides inside you, stretching your walls and making you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. It's long, big, and veiny; it slides into you so slowly that you can feel every inch inside your pussy, which swallows him up as if accustomed to it, molding to his size in mere seconds. It feels almost like welcoming him home, and he lets out a satisfied sigh, savoring the familiar sensation as he thrusts as deep as he can, creating a small but visible bulge in your lower belly.

with your legs resting on his shoulders, you feel him everywhere; an overwhelming sensation that makes your mind go blank and your thoughts turn to incoherent fragments. Things only intensify when he begins to move, sliding in and out of you, starting at a slow, patient pace.

Will wants you to get used to the sensation, to feel comfortable and secure, until he notices your pussy is a bit more ready and begins to thrust with real rhythm; he moves harder and harder, driving so deep inside you that your eyes roll back just for a moment, only to fix on him after, with pupils dilated, completely surrendered to him.

that’s when the image of you pregnant flashes through his mind, and he can see it: your swollen breasts, your huge belly, all thanks to his seed, which he's about to leave imprinted deep inside you, filling you over and over until your walls are painted white and his name is etched into every cell of your body.

everyone would know he got you pregnant, that he touched and worshipped your body until he gave you a child. The mere thought ignites a different kind of fire in his chest, an almost possessive heat that drives him to move faster, hammering inside you as if fueled by a primal instinct.

his intent is in every thrust, tearing uncontrollable moans from your lips. His name spills from your throat like a broken record, while tears trace your cheeks; evidence of how good he feels inside you, claiming every part of your soul.

then you feel the knot forming again on your belly, and you feel helpless, unable to do anything but whimper as your orgasm draws near, your legs cramp, your tits rub against his chest, and your back arches as far as it can. You wanna give him everything you have, and you do just that the moment he looks at you, leaning in to plant a quick kiss and whisper, "Go ahead, cum for me", using that sweet tone you know better than anyone, instantly triggering your body's reaction.

your orgasm is intense and all-consuming, almost too much, causing your walls to close around his cock; the resulting delicious pressure pushes him to the edge, driving him to move faster and more raw in search of his own release, until he's finally filling your pretty pussy with his load. He keeps moving, prolonging the climax for both of you until you're left breathless and sensitive.

a white ring forms around the base of his cock, but instead of sliding out, he stays deep inside you, leaving his semen inside, knowing full well that once might not be enough, but it's certainly a start.

he’s going to fuck you as many times as necessary until he knocks you up, whether it’s tonight or every night that follows, but he’s going to get it done. Meanwhile, you’ll have to regain your energy, preparing yourself for what’s to come.

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you missed him. You couldn't travel with him to Italy, so communicating with him was a thousand times harder, and you miss him. You see him on tv, on the news. You see how well he's doing, and you can only leave him messages because most of the time he's with the team or sleeping. You even try to talk to Will, or his family, to see if anyone knows anything more than you, but they're all in the same boat.

until the opportunity arises, the afternoon before the big game.

anyone would think the players would want to avoid any distractions, sticking to their rituals, their training, their rest. Wanting to be 100% for the most important day of their careers. And that's exactly what Macklin was trying to do.

or something like that.

because he couldn't help it, he needed to call you, even though it was too early for you. He needed to talk to you, to hear your voice to calm his anxiety, his excitement.

the phone rang once, twice, until you finally answered, your voice still a little sleepy. You sat up slowly in bed, trying to fully wake up.

“hello?” you asked. And he just closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of your voice a little too much, his heart pounding. He wanted to catch the first flight to see you, even if it was just an hour before he had to be back.

“how are you?” he managed to say, his voice sweet from the other side. And you recognized his voice immediately, so your eyes lit up; you couldn't help but smile as you gripped your sheets a little too tightly.

“Mack,” you said, your voice now softer and more awake. “I'm fine, it's so good to hear from you.” He smiled even more from the other side, though you couldn't see him. “How are you? i thought you'd be resting.”

“i'm fine, i just needed to hear your voice, even if it's just for a little while.” “Yeah?” “yeah, i was feeling anxious and needed some peace,” he confessed, making you feel a flutter in your stomach, while heat rose to your cheeks, making you feel a little shy.

“well, i’m glad i could help in some way,” you replied, your voice a little shaky. “I’ve missed you so much, Mack,” you confessed this time, sighing, leaning back against the headboard of your bed as you felt him stir on his side.

“me too. I need you here,” he said in a lower tone, almost a whisper. And something about his tone felt different, like a chill running through your body, making your legs clench together slightly. “You always know how to make me feel better, and i feel a little jealous seeing all the players out with their families, visiting the place.”

“well, i think i know where we’ll go this summer, i guess,” you joked, though your voice came out almost as a whisper, enjoying the short laugh that escaped his lips. “I need you here, all the time, though i also enjoy seeing you succeed. I celebrate every single one of your goals.” He laughed once more, imagining it.

“yeah? your neighbors must hate you now,” he said playfully, to which you smiled once more, feeling the warmth flood your body now that you were hearing him for the first time in days.

“they’re gonna hate me even more when you get back,” you said, slowly moving a hand under your pajama pants, still unsure if it was the right thing to do. “Oh? and why is that?” he asked, though something in his tone told you he already knew the answer.

“well, because we’ll have to celebrate when you bring the gold home,” you replied, slowly running your fingers over your pussy, covered by the fabric of your panties. “You left me here all alone, Mack,” you whimpered, a little sensitive when you touched your clit.

and on the other side, he sighs, touching with some force the bulge that’s starting to form in his pants since he heard the change in your voice. Because he knows you perfectly, and he knows what that change means.

“i wish i were there, celebrating every victory with you,” he confessed, massaging his cock through his clothes, imagining the scene of you on the other side, your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy while you waited for him.

“oh, i celebrate every victory, Mack,” you sighed, rubbing between your folds, then playing with your clit, enjoying the electricity that coursed through your body, making you arch your back, whimpering.

and that confession only fueled the flame, because now he can imagine it so clearly. Your fingers buried in your sweet pussy, reaching your sweet spot, but not going as far as he does, while you frown and have to compensate, rubbing your clit, playing with your nipples. Anything to achieve even the smallest amount of pleasure he can give you, while you replay the clip of his goal over and over, while he smiles and celebrates.

feeling proud because he's yours, while you wet the bed you share with him, waiting for him to return while you fill your sweet hole, imagining it is his cock, thrusting again and again inside you, making you feel so full, so satisfied.

even buying toys, trying to find something similar to him, without success, having to improvise.

oh, what Macklin would give to see you like this, needy, rubbing yourself as if you were in heat, celebrating his goals, the victories he gives his country, while you can only watch him, wanting him to be there with you.

and you hear him grunt and whimper from the other side, fueling your desires, making you pull down your clothes before you can think twice, leaving your dripping pussy in view, ready for when you start rubbing skin to skin.

“Mack,” you whimper, making him pull down his pants, freeing his cock, which springs, completely swollen, hard, its tip dripping and its length full of veins, as well as his arms, his hands...

god, you imagine his thighs trembling, like when you lick him, playing with his tip while he tries not to thrust hard into your throat, making his legs spasm, his arms swell a little from the effort, and his veins stand out in his hands when he gives up, grabbing your hair with one hand, forcing you to swallow everything, drowning you in his cock.

the memory makes you grip the sheets tighter, sliding two fingers inside your hole at the same time he starts masturbating, immediately with intensity, squeezing as if it were your tight cunt, receiving him, molding to his size.

and he imagines how tight you must be, despite the toys, despite playing with your cunt almost every day. He knows how tight you can get, and he imagines coming back, sliding in your walls, opening you so hard you feel like you'll break, with your cheeks wet and your hole swallowing him.

you both moan with the thoughts that come to mind, and soon Mack starts talking to you, filling you with sweet words, with guidance, while you insert another finger into your cunt, trying to simulate what he makes you feel.

and he makes you imagine scenarios, remember sensations, moments, and you can't help it, you get on your knees, taking your fingers out of your pussy to grab his pillow, putting it under your body so you can ride it, feeling the fabric brushing against your sensitive body as you roll your hips.

you can't help it, you need him there, and you tell him so, between moans and whimpers. You tell him how much you need him, with his cock inside your sweet pussy, filling you with his cum, making you feel so good.

you tell him how much you miss him, how proud you are, while you hear him moan, getting more and more sensitive as he masturbates, moving his hand so fast you can hear him.

until you both reach orgasm at the same time, sighing and whispering words of love to each other, feeling your bodies relax and your souls heal after all this time apart.

you’re so wet that his fingers make a slick, squelching sound as they slide in and out, filling the room with that obscene, juicy noise that only your pussy can produce under Mack’s touch.

he tries to be gentle, rubbing your clit with care and affection, hyper-aware of his finger movements and the way your face changes every time you gasp and sigh his name; yet, something inside him won't let him keep it up, forcing him to pick up the pace as he watches your pussy grow glossier and your skin slicker.

it’s addictive.

your beautiful sounds grow louder despite your best efforts to hold them back, and his mouth travels to your clit, sucking, grazing it with his teeth, and licking. He does everything he knows you love while his fingers spread you open, preparing you for what’s coming as you arch your back, opening your legs more and feeling like you’re in paradise.

he knows you better than anyone, better than any ex. He’s your Mack, and he knows exactly what he’s doing; he keeps going, moving faster, curling his fingers, and hitting that incredibly sensitive spot inside you that drives you wild.

you whimper his name when you feel that familiar tingle, but you should have known that would only make him go faster, seeking your release, wanting to feel your juices flowing over his hand. And when it happened... he didn't stop; he kept touching you, even though you were so sensitive.

his fingers moved, over and over again, while his teeth grazed your clit and nipped at it ever so gently. It was almost as if he’d forgotten how sensitive you’d been all day, or as if he were trying to draw a different reaction out of you.

and it’s breathtaking, the way the knot forms again as he moves deeper inside you, leaving soft kisses on your thighs and whispering sweet words that cloud your mind until stars dance in your vision and your body finally lets go.

the difference is that this time you’re dripping; you’re putting on a show. Your legs are trembling like never before, and your moans are loud enough to be heard outside the room. Your bed is a mess, and the look on your boyfriend’s face is a sight to behold, a mix of love, admiration, and such intense pleasure that he can’t hold back, hoisting your shaking legs onto his shoulders.

determined to see it all happen again.

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Will is a religious man, raised in a devout family that made sure to put every idea and goal in him until they made sense to him and became his way of life. Even so, he went his own way; he became a player in his favorite sport and pursued sinful paths that his family knew nothing about. He asked God for forgiveness thousands of times, until eventually, it stopped bothering or worrying him, and he simply moved on with his life, accepting his sins.

you, on the other hand, also grew up in a devout family; in fact, one that was friends with Will’s family. But unlike him, you became completely devoted to God, following his word as if it were law and ignoring temptations, sinful thoughts, and the normal hormonal phases of youth, all in an effort to remain as pure as possible and earn a place in heaven.

the two of you know each other; you were great friends as children, but as his career took off, he began to drift away; he stopped living near the church, and whenever he returned to town to visit family, you barely saw him. That is, until this summer break, when he decided to come home for a longer stay. He started attending church again and helping out wherever he could, carrying a different air about him yet wearing the same smile that had once captivated you.

then came the return of conversations, smiles, jokes, and lingering glances. Will knew it instantly: your lack of experience, your purity. It was almost as if he could smell it. Something stirred inside of him at the mere thought of corrupting that innocence, of marking your body in ways you likely didn't even know were possible.

he watches you in your pretty dresses, imagining the things you’re wearing beneath; he places his hands on your body, pretending there is an innocent reason for it all. And in the process, he feels the tension mounting and his desires intensifying, until one day, it all explodes.

you invited him to your house, taking advantage of the fact that your parents would be out all afternoon; you wanted to spend time together, get to know each other again, and learn a bit more about his life outside the city. You led him into your bedroom as if it were nothing, letting him enter your sacred space, a room with corners dedicated to religion, devoid of band posters or anything reflecting your personal tastes. There was nothing there to suggest that anything existed within you other than purity.

at first, everything was fine; everything was perfect. He told you about his work, his colleagues, the press, and the publicity, eventually opening up about his more intimate life. That was when he noticed you shifting on the bed, looking uncomfortable and flushed.

he capitalized on your nervousness to tell the details vividly, telling you about the first time he’d been with a woman, the first time he’d given in to his most sinful thoughts. He spoke of the beauty of an orgasm, of being inside a pussy and feeling the walls tightening around his cock. He described it all in such detail that you could picture it yourself, feeling a surge of heat beneath your panties and juices running down your thighs, creating a mess under your dress.

you try to question him, to ask how he could do such a thing, given that both of you had been taught about sin, consequences, and the difference between right and wrong. But he only smiles, explaining that he had asked for forgiveness a thousand times, that he, too, had once believed his actions were wrong, until he came to understand the art of the human body and the importance of loving God’s work.

he spoke to you of consent, of pleasure, and even of love, choosing his words with precision to make you doubt yourself, to plant the seed of temptation within you, a weight you couldn't shake off. He assured you that everything would be fine, that there are no real consequences when it's done the right way, finding his way into your mind.

even so, you remained doubtful and restless, feeling guilty about the heat rising between your legs, the physical manifestation of the arousal building inside you. Sensing this, he stood up, speaking in a gentle tone as he began to remove his shirt and unbutton his pants.

"you have to understand that the body is his creation; it is meant to be seen and loved, not rejected and forgotten," he explained, trying to soothe the panic in your eyes as he opened his pants to reveal the fabric of his underwear beneath.

“but marriage…” you stammered, unable to look anywhere but at his crotch, feeling your legs press and rub together while your nipples began to ache, showing clearly through the fabric of your dress.

“marriage is just one way to experience love for another person. It’s used for procreation, starting a family, but sex doesn’t have to be just that. It can also be about fun and pleasure, without the need to have children just yet,” he explained, watching you frown as you processed all the information you were taking in.

to make matters worse, he lowered his pants and underwear, freeing his hard cock for you to see; he watched as your eyes widened and your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“come here,” he called, drawing you to the edge of the bed until your face was dangerously close to his crotch. “I want you to put your hand here and move it like this.” He took your hand and guided it to his cock, making you wrap your fingers around its length; you could feel the heat radiating from it, the strength of its throbbing, and the veins tracing its entire dick. He guided your movements, starting slow until your initial hesitation faded, letting you move on your own while he let out soft gasps whenever you squeezed a little tighter or picked up the pace.

you were a quick learner; that was the first thing he noticed.

once he felt his cock was fully hard, he gave his next instruction: play with the head. He told you to bring your mouth close and tease him with licks and kisses, testing his patience as you did it to perfection, taking your time alternating between stroking him and kissing the tip.

then, instinctively, you opened your mouth and slid the head inside, using your tongue to coat his cock as it slid to the back of your throat. Not all of it fit in your mouth, but you tended to the part that remained outside with your hand, applying what you’d just learned while savoring his reactions.

you watch him whimper, squeeze his eyes shut and then open them, gazing at you so intensely that the heat in your pussy flares up. His hand moves to your hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to hold back the urge to thrust against your throat, forcing himself to be patient while you find your rhythm.

you suck, lick, and kiss. Little by little, you combine everything he taught you with what you’ve learned on your own, watching him unravel under the wonders you’re working. He begins to move his hips and thrust into your mouth, harder and harder, triggering little gag reflexes that he completely ignores, lost in his own pleasure.

and maybe it’s the way you see him enjoying it, or the beautiful sounds he makes, or the look on his face, or the weight of his cock on your tongue, but something amplifies your own pleasure. Your hips begin to roll, rubbing against the sheets; you feel a pressure in your pussy unlike anything you’ve ever known, creating a knot in your belly that feels like the urge to pee. You want to warn him, but you’re too full, you can only take what he’s giving you, so you keep moving, feeling tears well up in your eyes as the tingling intensifies, and finally...

you came.

...in that pathetic yet sweet way, moaning against Will’s cock. And he couldn't help but cum down your throat, filling you with his load as he realized what a mess you were.

something in him wanted to keep going, to corrupt you completely, but you were soon interrupted by the sound of your parents' car pulling up outside, sending you into a panic; you pulled his cock from your mouth, coughing and scrambling to your feet while feeling the fluids run down your thighs, staining everything in your path.

you had to stop that day, but it wouldn't stop Will from trying again another time.

“it’ll be our secret,” he said before planting a quick kiss on your lips and slipping out your bedroom window before you even had time to react.

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you've seen him a couple of times at the gym, always through the mirrors or using machines in the other corner of your usual workout area. And you can't deny it, he's attractive; you can't stop looking at him once you notice him there. Your eyes travel to his arms, his neck, his thighs, the way his body tenses as he gets stronger, adding weight and doing things you don't think you could ever do.

and he distracts you, slowing you down, because you're glancing, wanting to see more, making your breaks between sets longer. But it's not like you're staring at him like a crazy woman, just standing there watching. He just... definitely catches your eye.

and you know it's not just you who's attracted to him, because you've seen other girls, some bolder than you, going up to him to talk, to ask him things, or to ask for help with things you know they already know the answers to, just to interact with him. And you don't blame them, honestly; maybe you'd do the same if you had a little more courage. But it still leaves you with a feeling of defeat, of frustration, because you'd like to be one of them.

what you don't know, of course, is that he's been watching you too, during those moments when you're training, your mind focused on not getting injured. And his eyes travel over your body as well, only a little more subtly, seeing how you lean forward, exposing your ass to eyes like his; or tensing your thighs, or stretching your arms, making your shirt ride up a little, revealing parts of your wet, glistening skin.

but he wouldn't approach you either. He feels he couldn't, that his voice wouldn't come out.

until a mutual friend joined the gym too, immediately noticing a tension between you two, which made him step forward and make it his mission to bring you two together, starting with something easy.

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“hey,” he greeted you in the middle of your set, waiting for you to finish so he could stand next to you, offering you some of his water, which you simply declined, greeting him back. “How are you?, i would have joined earlier if i'd known that you also train in this gym,” he commented, glancing at Oscar, who stopped mid-set, looking at you.

“oh yeah, i started a few months ago and i really liked the place,” you said, oblivious to the glances the two guys were exchanging, focused on adjusting the weight on the machine you were using, increasing it slightly to test it out.

“yeah? that sounds nice. And do you have a partner? or do you train alone?” he asked, now barely looking at you. “No, it’s just me,” “huh,” he told you.

then his eyes lit up and widened, turning his head toward Oscar (again), pretending he'd just realized it was him. "Osc?! dude!!" he yelled, waving his hand to get his attention, making you turn around with wide eyes.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" you complained, still not realizing he'd called someone, more concerned with complaining about the shout. However, when you saw him, it was as if your heart had stopped, this time for real. Your blood pressure dropped, you even felt dizzy.

when he arrived in front of you two, your friend made sure to introduce you, and you could see his eyes discreetly travel from your neck to your cleavage, where beads of sweat were hiding, dampening your shirt and making it cling to your body. That made you swallow. And instead of making you feel uncomfortable, it makes you feel warm, it ignites something in you, making you squeeze your thighs, trying to calm down.

his name is Oscar, and you almost want to moan when you hear him say it, followed by a "nice to meet you" and a beautiful smile you haven't had the chance to see before, since he always maintains a calm, almost serious expression, even when girls approach him to talk.

and you must have sounded so silly saying your name, with your voice a little shaky, your pupils dilated, while being the only one of you three on the machine, with your legs trembling. But you don't even have time to worry about that, because now you're both staring into each other's eyes, as if you know something the other doesn't; as if you share a secret about to be revealed.

and that's enough to change everything. Because now maybe you don't talk as much, but every time you bump into each other you hear him say your name, followed by a greeting, a question, and that's enough to make you feel hot, even nervous, before you even start your set.

and the tension starts to rise with each passing day, and now you even catch him looking at you through the mirrors; his gaze fixed on your body as you do your exercises, though he doesn't say anything out of the ordinary. Always polite. Almost as if he wants nothing to do with you, though you know it's the opposite. And that drives you crazy, because you feel like you're falling apart, like you can't take it anymore.

so you start taking matters into your own hands, taking advantage of the fact that the times you both go are the least busy.

⊱ ۫ ׅ✧ so first, you stop wearing a bra on leg day. Even though it feels uncomfortable, even though certain exercises require you to move around a bit more. It's all worth it when you see his eyes fixed on you, immediately dropping to your cleavage when he's in front of you, trying to maintain a small, civilized conversation, even though you both know it's impossible.

the air is getting thinner, the distance getting shorter. You know it's working.

⊱ ۫ ׅ✧ so then it was your underwear, though that wasn't so much for him, but for you. Because you're tired of your panties getting even wetter after certain exercises where you feel pressure on your pussy, stimulating you, making you feel even hotter without being able to stop it.

and that's where it all began, on that day when the tension was too much; when you see him sitting on a bench, exercising as you walk past him, walking to the adduction machine, where you could sit on a small chair, right in front of the mirror that lets you see him.

you feel hot, too hot, and even a little... intense , but you still try to stay calm, passing your legs outside the machine, since the goal is to bring your knees together, adding more and more weight to make it difficult. And you begin, opening your legs as wide as you can, closing them carefully, distracting yourself with the music while you watch him in the mirror.

he resumes his exercises, and you can see his arms swelling, even more big; veins bulging; his skin reddish and glistening with sweat; his shirt clinging to his skin, darkening it even further. The sight is almost sinful in itself, so much so that you start imagining things, thoughts like licking the water off his arms, leaving wet kisses all the way to his shoulders, where you'd leave bites, marks, decorating his skin that now looks so glistening.

and you imagine climbing onto one of his thighs, moving your hips back and forth, rubbing against him, feeling his hard, tense, sweaty muscles as he lets you use him, moving with desperation.

or you imagine freeing his cock, kneeling in front of him, feeling its weight on your tongue as you try to swallow it completely, ignoring the gagging or the pain in your knees from the hard floor.

you know you'd be good at it, moving your head to the rhythm he prefers, until you get him to whimper, to feel what you feel just by looking at him for a couple of minutes.

and each scenario felt better than the last, making you feel a tingling in your pussy, which you weren't aware of until it was too late. Because the friction the machine was causing only stimulated you more, as you pressed your thighs together, almost rubbing against that seat while your pussy got wetter and wetter, leaving a dark patch on the fabric of your clothes and the chair, which you didn't notice until you started rubbing harder, trying to be discreet, feeling on the edge after all these minutes of moving without realizing what you were actually doing.

until you came, your legs trembling, letting go of the cushions on your knees that were supporting the weight, making the machine's discs clang loudly, catching his attention.

and he saw you, your face flushed, your chest rising and falling heavily, your thighs spasming, and your mouth slightly open. And it was as if he knew, as if he didn't have to wait for you to get up from that seat.

he knows it. And he smiles, the same way he did the first day, lowering his head slightly, taking his water bottle and taking a long drink while you try to recover, grateful for your dark clothes, but knowing that you'd have to clean the machine with a little more effort.

even so, you did it, without turning to look at him, feeling embarrassed, sensitive, vulnerable, on edge. So much so that you're sure that a single touch could make you collapse, so you avoid him, going to the showers, entering the women's section as you begin to undress, taking advantage of the fact that you're alone and will be for a while.

you turned on the water, letting it run for a few seconds before getting in, sighing as you feel the cold water running over your body, touching your hard nipples, making you gasp, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to relax, to regain your composure, your reason.

until you feel strong, big hands on your waist, followed by someone's chest against your back, making you try to pull away, immediately looking behind you.

although it was obvious. It's him.

he, not letting you get too far away, raises his hands to your breasts, gently squeezing them, tugging at your nipples to see you open your mouth, whimpering.

and you see him, he's naked, his hard cock bumping against the skin of your back, sliding a little until it's between your legs, which you close, trapping him, rubbing against your wet pussy that drips all over it.

"Oscar," you whimper his name, throwing your head back, resting it on his shoulder, feeling one of his hands slide down to your pussy, brushing your clit with his fingers, first gently, testing the waters, savoring your reaction before daring to press harder once more, applying just enough pressure to make your hips move, pushing your body back to seek more contact.

and he gives it to you, starting to rub, watching you move, how you arch your back and squeeze your thighs around his aching cock, which throbs and swells more and more with each passing minute, making you feel his veins against the skin of your inner thighs, as well as a few drops of his fluids falling from his tip, reminding you that he is being patient, that he is waiting for you.

and even in pain, he says nothing, playing with your pussy, memorizing your reactions, watching you tremble each time he runs his fingers between your folds, brushing against his own cock in the process.

he makes your pussy drip, makes you feel soaked, makes your hole throb so much that you feel you don't need any more preparation, and that makes you break, makes you give in to the desperation that's been consuming you for days. And you beg him, your voice soft but broken, heavy with emotion, with desire, while your eyes get full of tears and you try to be good so he'll listen to you.

that seemed enough to crack him a little, his mask of a calm, polite and serious guy. And he moved his hand from your pussy to his cock, grasping its base and starting to rub it against your pussy, until your moans turned into whimpers and he felt he'd tortured you too much, using the hand that had been on your tits to push your back a little, making you put your hands on the wall in front of you, leaning forward slightly and exposing your hole to him, who didn't hesitate to align his tip, starting to slide in slowly, opening your walls in a way you weren't prepared for.

you bit your lip to try to stifle your sounds, but that didn't seem to please him much, so he thrust harder, hitting bottom and making a small gasp of surprise escape your throat, making him smile.

and he started to move. Fast. Without letting you get used to it, something you didn't expect from him, thanks to his calm and controlled demeanor. Although that's precisely the reason for all this, since he'd been waiting for you for weeks, to finally have you in his hands, and the moment had finally arrived, after seeing you come in a public place, just from watching him.

god, he wonders what went through your head, and if they were as dirty as the things that went through his own head when he saw you walk into the gym.

he can't help it. It's as if you awakened something in him he didn't know existed, making him feel wild, alive. So much so that he can't stop himself; he moves fast, hard, hammering inside you, with this need to possess your body, enjoying your sweet, low, broken moans a little too much, saying his name over and over again. Something he'll never be tired of, and that he wants to hear come out of you a thousand times.

almost as if his self-control had vanished, though he doesn't complain. He just moves, feeling your walls swallow him, receive him as if he belonged inside you, making him feel possessive, like he owns you.

after this, there's no way things will go back to the way they were. Not now that he knows what it feels like to have you.

he needs more, and he's almost certain you'll want it too, so he keeps moving, watching you get cockdrunk quickly, to the point where you're babbling nonsense, wanting to receive everything he has to give you.

because you can't deny how good this feels. Not just the way he moves, but the way your bodies fit together like they were made for each other.

all of this feels right, real. Alive.

you feel Mack’s fingers sliding between your folds again, ignoring your whimpers, your soft moans, and the way your fists bunch up the sheets, leaving them crumpled. Will watches from across the bed, his hand on his cock, masturbating to the sweet sound of your arousal.

they’ve been at it like this for a while: Mack sitting behind you, leaning against the headboard, while you sit between his legs, with your back pressed against his chest and your legs spread wide. You let him touch you in front of Will, who hasn't intervened at all, simply enjoying the view as you grow increasingly weak, trembling and drooling, insisting you can take more.

you’re dizzy; you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come, but you know it gets easier to reach climax every time, sending a powerful tingling sensation through your belly and forcing unstoppable moans from your throat; sounds that fill the room, uninhibited by fear or shame.

Mack’s fingers are expert; they know you by heart, sliding easily into your hole and curving just where you like it best, making you arch your back as your pussy drools, reddened and raw from all the times he’s rubbed your skin to make you come.

it feels so good that your walls close around him tightly, creating a wet, squelching sound, embarrassing yet telling, that echoes in your ears, drowning out everything else.

it’s intense; your body trembles violently and your strength begins to fail, but he doesn't let you go. He pulls one orgasm after another out of you after a stressful day, a bad practice session and a bad mood; needing to vent and take it all out on your body. That is exactly what he’s done, knowing you won’t say no.

even if you were to pass out, he has permission to keep going; all you can do is whimper as he continues to move, triggering an explosive release deep in your belly, turning you into a moaning mess and sending your juices flying in another massive squirt that leaves the sheets in an even bigger state of mess.

in fact, he kept going until, little by little, you felt Macklin’s hand slow down, a sign he was starting to tire. Just when you thought it was over, that your pussy would finally get a rest, the boys exchanged a silent look; as Mack stepped away, Will immediately took his place.

now you feel your stepbrother’s cock against your back and his fingers working your pussy, eager to torment you to please Macklin, who has freed his own cock and is masturbating while watching you: a wreck, completely smeared and drenched in your own juices. Your tear-streaked cheeks, your swollen pussy, your trembling legs... it’s the perfect mess for both boys.

Will is fast and intense; you know he won’t stop anytime soon, not even as your parents’ arrival time draws near. He’ll keep going until he gets bored, until you’re completely drained dry or unconscious. And you? you won’t complain, even though your body aches and is so exhausted you feel you won’t be able to move for hours.

you simply enjoy it, with the pain serving as your primary motivation.

you would do anything for them.

it makes you happy to know that your words and wishes are being heeded.

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