I smoothed down my dress as we descended the stairs, the fabric clinging to my sweat dampened skin.

The party's thumping music and laughter filtered up from below, a stark contrast to the heavy silence between us. Jade's hand brushed my lower back, a possessive touch that sent fresh shivers through me.

My thighs ached from his rough thrusts, my pussy still throbbing with the echo of his cock stretching me wide just minutes ago.

Back in the crowded living room, Catherine spotted me immediately, her eyes narrowing as she handed me a fresh drink.

"Where'd you disappear to, Gabby? You look... flushed." I forced a laugh, sipping the cool liquid to steady myself. "Just needed some air. This party's intense."

She bought it, pulling me into a dance, but my gaze kept drifting to Jade across the room. He lounged against the bar, chatting with guests, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory glint that made my core clench.

The night blurred on more drinks, grinding bodies on the makeshift dance floor, Catherine's arm slung around my shoulders as she ranted about her latest crush and how they were flowing.

But every brush of fabric against my sensitive nipples, every sway of my hips, reminded me of him of how he'd pinned me to the bed, his thick shaft pounding into me relentlessly, grunting as he filled me with his hot cum. I squeezed my legs together, the slickness between them growing anew.

Hours ticked by, the crowd thinning as people stumbled out or crashed on couches. Catherine finally yawned, declaring it bedtime.

"You crashing here, right?" she asked, already tipsy and oblivious. I nodded, my heart hammering. "Yeah, as promised wouldn't miss it." She hugged me goodnight and vanished upstairs, leaving me alone in the dimming lights.

That's when I slipped away, weaving through the remnants of the party toward the kitchen where I'd last seen him.

The door creaked open, and there he was Jade, pouring himself a nightcap, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest. He turned, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Knew you'd come."

Before I could speak, he crossed the room in two strides, backing me against the counter. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue invading with the taste of whiskey and dominance.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as he ground his hardening cock against my belly. "Been thinking about this all night," he growled, nipping my earlobe. "About bending you over and fucking you senseless again."

He spun me around, hiking up my dress with urgent hands. Cool air hit my bare ass I hadn't bothered with panties after the bedroom romp and his palm cracked against one cheek, the sting making me gasp.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, and I obeyed, arching back as his fingers delved between my thighs. He found me soaked, circling my clit before plunging two digits deep into my dripping pussy.

"So ready for me. You want my cock, don't you? Want me to rail this tight little hole until you scream."

"Yes," I whimpered, pushing back onto his hand. He chuckled darkly, withdrawing to free his throbbing length. The head nudged my entrance, teasing, before he slammed home in one brutal thrust.

I cried out, gripping the counter as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against my ass with wet, obscene slaps. Each drive stretched me, his girth hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

Jade's hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so he could claim my mouth again, swallowing my moans.

His other arm banded around my waist, fingers pinching my nipple through the thin fabric.

"That's it, take it all. Your pussy's gripping me like a vice milking my dick for every drop."Sweat slicked our bodies, the kitchen filling with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, my juices coating his balls as they smacked against me.

He shifted, angling deeper, and I shattered orgasm ripping through me like fire, walls convulsing around his pistoning cock.

He didn't stop, fucking me through it, his breaths ragged. "Fuck, Gabriella, you're gonna make me cum." With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, flooding my pussy with thick ropes of semen.

We slumped together, panting, his forehead pressed to my shoulder.

After a moment, he pulled out, watching his seed trickle down my thighs with a satisfied smirk. "Go clean up," he murmured, tucking himself away.

"But remember this party's just getting started." My legs trembled as I straightened, the promise in his eyes igniting a dangerous hunger.

I slipped into the downstairs bathroom, the cool tile under my feet a brief relief as I wiped away the sticky evidence of our kitchen fuck.

Warm water splashed over my thighs, rinsing Jade's cum from my swollen pussy lips, but the ache deep inside lingered, a throbbing reminder of how thoroughly he'd claimed me.

I fixed my makeup, smoothed my hair, and headed back out, the house quieter now with most guests gone.

Catherine had mentioned crashing in the den for a movie before bed something mindless to wind down so I wandered in that direction, my body still humming with illicit heat.

The den was dimly lit by the glow of the TV, a rom-com flickering on screen with the volume low.

Catherine was curled up on one end of the couch, eyes heavy, a blanket draped over her legs. And there, on the other end, sprawled like he owned the place which he did was Jade.

His gaze snapped to me the second I entered, dark and hungry, as if he'd been waiting. "Join us, Gabriella," he said casually, patting the spot between them. Catherine mumbled a sleepy "yeah, scoot in," without looking up.

I hesitated, pulse quickening, but slid onto the cushion, sandwiched between them. The movie droned on some predictable plot about forbidden love but my focus shattered when Jade's hand settled on my knee under the blanket Catherine had tossed over us.

His fingers traced lazy circles, inching higher with each passing minute. Catherine dozed off midway through, her soft snores the only sound besides the TV. Jade leaned in, breath hot against my ear. "She's out. Now it's just you and me."

Before I could whisper a protest, his hand plunged between my thighs, parting them roughly. I bit my lip to stifle a gasp as he shoved two fingers straight into my slick core, pumping hard and fast.

My pussy clenched around the intrusion, still sensitive from before, and I gripped the blanket to keep still. "Quiet," he murmured, his thumb grinding my clit in brutal circles.

"Or you'll wake her." The risk made it worse or better heat flooding me as he finger fucked me relentlessly, curling deep to hit that spot that made my vision blur.

I came undone fast, biting the inside of my cheek to muffle my whimpers, my walls spasming around his digits as juices soaked his hand.

He didn't stop, just withdrew and sucked his fingers clean with a low hum of approval. Then, in one fluid move, he stood, pulling me up with him. Catherine didn't stir. "Upstairs. Now." His voice was a command, brooking no argument.

We barely made it to the guest room before he had me stripped, dress pooling at my feet as he kicked the door shut.

He shoved me onto the bed face-down, yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air. "Spread wide," he growled, and I did, knees parting as cool air hit my exposed folds.

His belt clinked, pants dropping, and then his thick cock slapped against my ass cheek heavy, veined, already leaking pre-cum. He didn't tease this time; he rammed in balls deep with a single, savage thrust, stretching my pussy to its limits.

I cried out, the fullness overwhelming, but he clamped a hand over my mouth, pounding into me with ferocious speed.

His hips slammed against my ass, the wet smack of skin echoing as he drove deeper than before, his girth splitting me open.

"Take it," he grunted, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back further. Each brutal plunge hit my cervix, sending jolts of pain laced pleasure through me.

He fucked me like an animal, relentless, his balls slapping my clit with every stroke.

"On your back," he ordered after what felt like hours but was probably minutes, flipping me over. I gasped for air, legs trembling, but he hooked my knees over his shoulders and plunged back in, folding me nearly in half.

This angle let him grind against my g-spot mercilessly, his cock pistoning in long, hard drags that made my tits bounce wildly.

I clawed at the sheets, moans turning to pleas. "Jade... slower... it's too much..." But he just laughed, low and dark, thrusting harder, his thumb rubbing my clit until I shattered again, squirting around his shaft in a gush that soaked the bed.

He pulled out abruptly, cock glistening with my release, and grabbed my hair, guiding my mouth to it. "Suck it clean."

I opened wide, tongue swirling around the head to taste myself on him salty, musky before he shoved deep, hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged, tears pricking my eyes, but he held me there, fucking my face with shallow thrusts. "That's it, choke on my dick. Show me how much you want it."

Saliva dripped down my chin as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, my hands stroking what I couldn't swallow.

Satisfied, he yanked me up, positioning me on all fours again but facing the mirror across the room. "Watch yourself get fucked."

He entered me from behind once more, slower now but deeper, making me feel every inch as he built the rhythm back to punishing.

I stared at my reflection face flushed, lips swollen, tits swinging with each impact as he railed me. Then he shifted, pulling one leg up to change the angle, his free hand spanking my ass red.

"Ride me," he demanded next, lying back and hauling me astride him. I sank down onto his cock, gasping at the stretch, and he gripped my hips, forcing me to bounce hard and fast.

My pussy gripped him tight, inner walls fluttering as I ground down, clit rubbing his pelvis. But he took control, thrusting up viciously, making me yelp. Sweat poured off us, the room thick with the scent of sex.

We switched again he stood, lifting me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he bounced me on his dick like a ragdoll.

Gravity drove him impossibly deep, bruising my insides. "Please... Jade... stop... I can't..." I begged, voice breaking, orgasms blending into one endless wave of overstimulation.

Tears streamed down my face, but my body betrayed me, hips rolling to meet his even as I pleaded.

He ignored it, dropping me to the bed for missionary, pinning my wrists above my head. His thrusts turned erratic, hips snapping with brutal force.

"You can take it. Beg all you want I'm not stopping until I've filled every hole." But he stayed in my pussy, pounding until he roared, cock swelling as he erupted, pumping load after hot load into my clenching depths. I came with him, screaming silently, body convulsing.

He collapsed beside me, both of us wrecked, my pussy a ruined, dripping mess. "Good girl," he panted, tracing a finger through the cum leaking out.

"But we're not done yet." My heart raced how much more could I endure before I broke completely?.

Jade's words hung in the air like a threat, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. But even spent, his cock twitched against my thigh, already half hard again.

He rolled toward me, eyes gleaming with that predatory fire. "On your knees," he ordered, voice rough from exertion.

I whimpered, body limp and overstimulated, but obeyed, sliding off the bed to kneel between his legs.

His hand tangled in my hair, guiding my face down to his cum-smeared dick, still glistening with our mixed fluids.

"Clean me up properly this time." He pressed the head against my lips, and I parted them, tongue darting out to lap at the salty remnants.

The taste of his cum and my own juices flooded my mouth thick, bitter as I swirled around the crown, sucking gently to draw out the last drops.

He groaned, hips bucking slightly, forcing more into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, lips stretching around his thickening shaft.

My jaw ached from the earlier, but I bobbed my head, slurping noisily, saliva mixing with the mess as I worked him back to full hardness.

His fingers tightened in my hair, controlling the pace, shoving me down until my nose brushed his pubes and I gagged, throat convulsing around him.

"Good slut," he muttered, holding me there a moment longer before pulling me off with a wet pop.

Strings of spit connected my lips to his now rigid cock, veined and pulsing. He hauled me up roughly, tossing me back onto the bed on my stomach.

"Ass up. I'm not finished wrecking this pussy." I scrambled into position, knees spread wide, face buried in the pillow to muffle my cries.

My inner thighs were slick, pussy lips puffy and raw, but the emptiness ached for him despite the soreness.

He mounted me from behind, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he lined up and slammed in without warning.

The stretch burned, his girth forcing my walls apart anew, and I yelped into the fabric. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he growled, setting a brutal rhythm right away faster, deeper than before, each thrust jolting my body forward.

His balls smacked against my clit with punishing slaps, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through the pain.

I clawed at the sheets, ass pushing back instinctively even as tears welled up. "Jade... please... it's too rough... I can't take more..."

He laughed, a dark rumble, and spanked my ass cheek sharply, the sting making me clench around him.

"Beg all you want. Makes it hotter." He leaned over me, chest pressing my back down, one arm pinning my shoulders while the other snaked under to pinch my nipple hard.

His hips pistoned relentlessly, cock dragging along my g-spot with every plunge, building that treacherous coil in my belly again.

I sobbed, pleas tumbling out "Stop... Jade... too deep..." but my pussy betrayed me, gushing around him, soaking his length as another orgasm ripped through me unbidden.

The door creaked then, a soft sound that cut through the haze. Footsteps slow, shuffling in the hallway.

My heart seized, eyes flying wide. Catherine. Sleepwalking again; she'd done it before at sleepovers, wandering the house in a daze.

Jade froze mid thrust, buried to the hilt inside me, his hand clamping over my mouth. "Shh," he hissed, breath hot on my neck. We both held still, my pulse thundering as the knob turned slowly.

The door inched open, and there she was Catherine, eyes glassy and unfocused, nightshirt rumpled, murmuring something incoherent about the movie.

She stepped inside, bare feet padding on the carpet, just a few feet from the bed. Jade's cock throbbed inside me, the vibration making me quiver, but I bit my lip bloody to stay silent.

She paused, head tilting as if sensing something, her gaze drifting toward the rumpled sheets where my dress lay discarded.

"Go back to bed," Jade whispered from behind me, voice barely audible, but she didn't react, shuffling closer.

Panic clawed at me if she saw us like this, ass up, him buried in me... it would destroy everything.

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying, as she reached the foot of the bed, hand brushing the blanket on the floor.

Then, miraculously, she turned, mumbling, and wandered back out, door clicking shut behind her.

Jade exhaled sharply, resuming his thrusts with renewed fury, harder now, as if the close call fueled him.

"That was close," he grunted, pounding into me savagely, my body rocking with the force. "But fuck, it almost made me cum right there."

I could only whimper, begging brokenly as he chased his release, the risk amplifying every sensation until he finally buried deep and flooded me again, hot spurts painting my insides while I shattered around him one last time, vision spotting from the intensity.

He pulled out with a slick sound, cum dribbling down my thighs as he collapsed back. I curled into a ball, trembling, body a wreck of aches and aftershocks. How many more near misses could we survive before luck ran out?.