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?.

The bell rang through the crowded hallways of Westridge High, signaling the end of first period.

Emily clutched her backpack straps tightly, her heart pounding as she navigated the sea of students.

She was the new girl, transferred in mid-semester from a small town halfway across the state.

At 18, with long auburn hair cascading down her back and a slender figure hugged by her uniform skirt and blouse, she felt every eye on her. But none burned hotter than the gaze from the corner locker.

Jax leaned against the cold metal, arms crossed over his broad chest, his leather jacket straining against his muscled frame.

The school's resident bully, 19 and built like a linebacker, he ruled these halls with fists and smirks.

Girls whispered about his rough hands and the rumors of what he did in the empty classrooms after hours.

But today, something shifted. Emily's wide green eyes and the way her skirt swished against her thighs as she walked past him it hit him like a punch to the gut.

Attraction, raw and immediate, twisted in his core. He wanted her. Not just to mess with, but to claim.

"Hey, fresh meat," Jax called out, his voice low and gravelly, stepping into her path. The hallway noise faded as students parted like the Red Sea.

Emily froze, looking up at him with a mix of fear and curiosity. He towered over her, his dark hair tousled, a scar on his jaw adding to his dangerous edge.

"I-I'm just trying to get to class," she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink.

Jax smirked, closing the distance until she could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of sweat.

He reached out, his fingers brushing her arm, sending a shiver through her. "Class can wait. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Emily,"she whispered, unable to pull away. His touch lingered, thumb tracing a slow circle on her skin.

"Emily," he repeated, like he was tasting the word. "You're gonna be fun." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"Stick around after school. The bleachers behind the gym. Don't make me come find you."

She nodded, breathless, as he finally stepped back, his eyes raking over her body one last time before he sauntered off.

The rest of the day blurred for Emily notes she couldn't focus on, whispers from classmates warning her about Jax's reputation.

But deep down, a forbidden thrill stirred. What would he do if she showed up?

After the final bell, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the football field. Emily hesitated at the edge of the bleachers, her pulse racing.

Footsteps crunched behind her, and there he was Jax, jacket slung over his shoulder, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the tattoos snaking across his chest.

"You came," he said, approval in his tone as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the shadowed underside of the stands.

The metal framework creaked above them, hiding them from view.

"I... I don't know why," Emily admitted, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his heat.

Jax didn't waste words. His free hand cupped her face, tilting it up as his lips crashed down on hers.

The kiss was rough, demanding his tongue pushing past her lips, exploring her mouth with hungry strokes.

She gasped into it, her hands fisting his shirt. He pressed her back against a support beam, his body pinning hers, the hard bulge in his jeans grinding against her hip.

"Fuck, you taste good," he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

His hands roamed, sliding under her blouse to palm her breasts through her bra. Emily arched, a soft moan escaping as he pinched her nipples, rolling them until they hardened under his touch.

"Jax..." she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He yanked her skirt up, bunching it around her waist, his calloused palm sliding between her thighs.

She was already wet, her panties damp as he rubbed her through the fabric. "Soaked for me already? Good girl." He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down, exposing her to the cool evening air.

Emily's legs trembled as he dropped to his knees, his strong hands spreading her thighs. Without hesitation, he buried his face between them, his tongue lapping at her folds.

She cried out, gripping his hair as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with precise, teasing strokes. His fingers joined in, two plunging deep into her wetness, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.

"Oh god, yes," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his mouth. Jax devoured her, slurping noisily, his stubble scraping her inner thighs. He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping in and out while his tongue worked her relentlessly.

She came hard, her walls clenching around his fingers, juices coating his chin as she shuddered and moaned his name.

Jax stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with lust. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick cock veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip.

"On your knees," he ordered, voice rough. Emily sank down, the gravel biting into her skin, but she didn't care.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking the hot length before leaning in to lick the head. Salty pre-cum hit her tongue as she took him into her mouth, sucking greedily.

Jax groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat.

"That's it, suck my cock like you mean it," he grunted, thrusting shallowly. She gagged a little but kept going, hollowing her cheeks, her free hand cupping his balls and massaging them.

He pulled her off with a pop, hauling her up and spinning her around. "Bend over," he commanded, pushing her forward until her hands braced against the beam.

Jax kicked her legs apart, lining up his cock with her dripping entrance. In one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her pussy wide.

Emily screamed in pleasure, the fullness overwhelming as he started pounding into her. His hips slapped against her ass, each drive hard and deep, his balls smacking her clit.

"Tight, all mine," he rasped, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her swollen nub.

She pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her body on fire. "Harder, Jax....fuck me harder!"

He obliged, slamming into her with brutal force, the bleachers shaking with their rhythm. Sweat slicked their skin, mixing with her arousal as he chased his release.

"Gonna fill you up," he warned, his pace faltering.

"Yes, cum inside me!" she begged, clenching around him.

With a roar, Jax exploded, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy. The sensation tipped her over again, her orgasm ripping through her as she milked every drop from him.

They collapsed against the beam, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. Jax kissed her shoulder, a rare softness in his voice. "You're not getting away from me now, Emily."