I rolled my eyes as soon as I stepped into the house. Of course my shoes stick to the floor, it’s basically a frat house except without the goals and the actual planning of a future. I sighed, and looked over at Casey. She was already beaming, so I knew if I followed her gaze through the crowd of half dressed, fully uncreative sluts, I’d see Ben. Unfortunately that meant that Stephen was right beside him. This thought deepened my sigh honestly. I fucking hate his pretentious ass.

We made our way into the kitchen, where I took enough shots to stand the company I was in, but not enough to be completely trashed. Ben and Stephen did a good job with their little party this year, guess third time really is a charm. Some of the costumes were super cute. Halloween was never my thing but parties always were. I’d managed to have a pretty good time, spending most of my time smoking weed in the only area of the house you could, Stephen’s room.

I could hear the party winding down, and found myself alone on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on my phone when he walked in.

“Nice to see you make yourself at home.”

I looked up and saw Stephen standing in his doorway, smirking at me. Standing there, looking so much like Christian Braun in his Nuggets jersey and jersey shorts, I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it was the weed, or the ridiculous number of twisted teas I had drank, or just his costume, but in that moment I wanted him so bad. Mmmm probably his costume.

“I see you put a ton of thought into your costume this time Steve.” I said with a big bitchy smile on my face as condescending as I could. I knew he hated when I called him that. I also knew he had been dying to fuck me and lowkey loves when women are cunts. He is a man who likes to conquer. And tonight, I’d let him.

“Says the slutty Girl Scout who doesn’t even have a badge belt and had to explain to everybody what she was. Where’s your cookies anyway? At least then people would get it.”

By now, he was by his bed standing to my right, beside my calf. He put his hand on my knee and ran it up my leg, stopping at the hem of my too short khaki skirt as he finished his sentence. I’m sure he expected me to push his hand away, but instead I grabbed it. I slowly pulled his hand across my lap, spreading my legs and letting him feel I didn’t have on any panties, before resting his hand on my other hip underneath of mine as I spoke to him.

“I’m so sorry Mister, I actually ate the box I was bringing to you, do you think there’s anyway I could make it up to you instead?” I said as sweetly as I could, my words as silky as smooth as my freshly shaven skin.

He looked fucking shocked. As to be expected. He hesitated, not knowing if I was fucking with him or not. Understandable, considering I was never anything less than a cunt to him at all times. I laughed, a deep belly laugh. I slipped my other hand up his jersey, running my hand flat against his stomach, curving around his waist and pulling him towards me gently.

“Kiss me Christian, I’m your biggest fan.” The words were barely out of my mouth before his was on mine. He kissed me deep, climbing onto his bed and pressing himself into me. Letting me feel how hard he was for be beneath his shorts. His hands slid up my body, pulling my shirt over my head effortlessly. He leaned back down to kiss me, playing with my breast and drawing small moans from me. He pulled his shirt off, being careful with it and tossing it onto his tv stand. He looked me in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my breasts. Running his hands up and down my legs, finding me wet and slick and ready for him.

He worked his fingers into me, coming back up and kissing me. He pulled back, with a very serious look on his face. He pushed the hair out of my eyes and really looked at me. I gave him a puzzled look as he audibly drew in a breath to ask

“Are you sure you want to do this? Really? Because I thought you hated me.”

Looking back at him, I almost winced seeing the hurt look in his eyes about it. I guess it wasn’t a bit we had going between us and maybe I was a bit of a bitch for no reason. I sighed.

“I’m sure. Just fuck me please. Please. I need this.” I tugged at his shorts and leaned up to kiss him quickly. “I need you. Now.”

He grinned and the look in his eyes now was much different. Gleeful.

He pulled his shorts down and said “if it hurts let me know and I’ll stop.”

I had the audacity to scoff at his statement, and exactly one second later was breathless. He was so big. I mean, it felt like losing my virginity all over again. He pushed into me, slowly savoring every moment but also I think waiting for me to push him out of me. To come to my senses. As if I could have any sense with a dick like this in me.

I moaned as he had finally made it as deep in me as he could go. He fucked me deep, slow at first but picking up the pace when he realized I could take it and even more, was enjoying being stretched almost painfully around him. He fucked me harder and harder, giving me a few minutes each time to make sure I could handle it.

“You. Feel. So. Fuck. Ing. Good.” I said with each thrust of him into my cervix. He sighed at my words, leaning down to kiss me. I took the opportunity to get an actual sentence out before he was taking my thoughts and breath away again pumping in and out of me.

“You don’t have to hold back. Fuck me as hard as you want. Use me. Do whatever you want to me.”

He felt so good, I genuinely meant it. Being stretched around him was so heavenly, there was nothing he could do that wouldn’t like in that moment, I truly believed that.

He nodded slightly, looking a strange mix of eager and hesitant. He took my legs from around his waist and put them up on his shoulders. He fucked me so hard and deep, holding my hips like I was nothing more than a pocket pussy. It was fucking incredible. I could feel myself squirt on him a few times and I knew if anybody was left in the house they could hear me. I was practically screaming out in pleasure during my near constant stream of orgasms while he continued to make me take him deep in my pussy.

He slid his hands from my waist, up behind my back and in a smooth motion, had me onto of him. Make no mistake, he was still in control, fucking me in a way I could tell he no longer cared about my pleasure and was lost in his own by way of my body. He pushed my arms behind my back, my elbows touching each other as he pounded my pussy from beneath me. I could do nothing but cum on his cock and moan. I came over and over, my wetness undoubtedly sliding down his balls at this point.

“Fuck you take my cock so goddamn good baby.”

I could do nothing except moan in response, not that he seemed to mind. I was so lost in how good it felt that I couldn’t think straight.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Where do you want it?”

I could hear the urgency in his voice, as we continued to grind our bodies against each other.

“In me. Fuck me full of cum.”

Good Lord, I dont even know what came over me to say that and before I could correct it, I felt him pull my hips down as he pushed so hard into me I just knew he couldn’t feel the sheets on his back anymore. I felt him pulse and fill me with his thick, hot cum. Immediately all I could think was, what in the fuck did I just do.