Ortho arched on the bed, his ass thrust high, presenting a perfect view for Jordan. Slick fluid dripped from his stretched hole and his own rigid cock, trailing down his skin. Bite marks—red and angry—covered his ass cheeks, laps, and inner thighs, evidence of Jordan's earlier hunger.
Jordan's breath came in ragged gasps as he stared, eyes darkening with raw lust. The sight overwhelmed him—Ortho looked so fucking lewd, body trembling and exposed.
Kneeling upright, Jordan gripped Ortho's neck gently, pulling him up until his back pressed against Jordan's chest, ass grinding right against Jordan's throbbing cock.
'Jordan...' Ortho murmured, head lolling back onto Jordan's shoulder, arms wrapping around his neck for support.
'Mm? What is it?' Jordan asked, his voice husky as he aligned his thick cock with Ortho's entrance.
'I-I think we should stop here. Please, let's stop,' Ortho pleaded, voice shaky.
'No, we can't, Ortho. I can't stop. All that's in my head right now is fucking you senseless,' Jordan whispered, low and seductive, making Ortho bite his lip hard.
Ortho couldn't push him away—his body felt too weak from the relentless assault, limbs heavy and unresponsive.
'I'm so fucking hard right now. Don't you think it wouldn't be fair to stop here? Mm? Answer me.' Jordan pressed forward, the head of his cock slipping past the rim, stretching Ortho wide.
'No! Don't do that—don't put it in!' Ortho gasped, hand shooting back to grab Jordan's shaft, trying to pull it out. Surprise hit him as he felt the sheer girth in his palm—thick, veined, pulsing.
No wonder girls lose their minds over him.
'No, no, no! That won't fucking fit,' Ortho protested, tugging harder, but the friction only made Jordan hiss in pleasure.
Jordan shoved Ortho face-down onto the bed, pinning both wrists above his head with one strong hand. Ortho's back arched instinctively, ass lifting higher, cheeks spreading to reveal his glistening hole.
Jordan slid his cock between those cheeks, rubbing the length along the cleft before notching it back at the entrance.
Ortho wriggled, twisting against the hold, but Jordan held firm, unyielding.
'Stay still or you'll hurt yourself,' Jordan warned, pushing in slowly. The hole was still slick and loose from earlier, easing the way.
Jordan gritted his teeth, inching deeper—Ortho's insides gripped him like a vice, warm and impossibly tight.
'Nn, anh! Jordan, it's gonna tear!' Ortho moaned, voice laced with pain, body tensing.
'No, it's not gonna tear. Fuck!' Jordan groaned, pulling back slightly before thrusting in again, sinking deeper this time.
He repeated the motion—out and in, each time burying more until he could slide smoothly, the resistance giving way to slick friction. Ortho's face, twisted in agony moments ago, softened as pleasure overtook him. Jordan's cock hammered his prostate with every plunge, sparks igniting through his core.
'Ah yes! This... this is so good,' Jordan growled, pleasure ripping through him as he rammed nonstop, hips snapping forward. Ortho moaned and whimpered beneath, body jolting with each impact.
'Ngl~ Ahh~ Jordan~' Ortho cried out, eyes rolling back, lost in the haze.
Lewd squelching echoed through the room as Jordan drove deep, white cream coating his shaft, frothing with every withdraw and thrust.
Jordan flipped them suddenly—he lay back on the bed, pulling Ortho astride him, facing away. Hands clamped on Ortho's waist, he slammed upward, burying to the hilt, grinding against inner walls.
As Jordan kept pounding relentlessly, something coiled tight in Ortho, surging hot and urgent.
'Jordan... Jordan, slow down! S-something's about to come out! Jordan!!!' But Jordan ignored the plea, thrusting harder, faster, until Ortho shattered—warm, clear liquid spurted from his cock, splashing across Jordan's belly and even flecking his face. Not cum, but watery and abundant.
Jordan smirked, eyes gleaming. 'Oh! We've got a squirter here, mm?'
'No, I-I don't squirt,' Ortho defended weakly, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
'Then what's this?' Jordan teased, slowing his hips to let Ortho recover, cock still twitching inside.
'That happened because you're going way too hard and fast. I couldn't hold it back,' Ortho pouted, cheeks flushing.
Jordan leaned up, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. 'But you know what? I wanna see you squirt for me more.' He gripped Ortho's hips, lifting him slightly before yanking down hard, cock spearing deep. Ortho yelped, a sharp moan mixing pain and ecstasy.
Jordan didn't ease up—he pounded upward without mercy, nailing the prostate over and over. Ortho's toes curled, body seizing as he squirted again, liquid gushing out around Jordan's pistoning shaft.
Jordan pulled out briefly, watching Ortho's hole pulse and gape, pink and wrecked, before sliding back in with a wet pop.
'Jordan... You're gonna break me! That's enough—I don't think I can go anymore,' Ortho gasped after the second release, body dripping messily in ways he'd never imagined. He felt utterly lewd, exposed—Jordan was fucking him like a desperate slut, and the shame only heightened the thrill.
His hole had molded to Jordan's massive cock now, taking the brutal rams effortlessly, skin slapping skin in a frantic rhythm. Ortho's own sounds embarrassed him—high-pitched moans and breathy whimpers that could make anyone nearby hard just from hearing.
He felt Jordan tense beneath him, muscles coiling. Looking into those darkened eyes, Ortho watched Jordan's lids flutter shut, lips parting as he bit down, hips blurring with speed.
Impulsively, Ortho clenched tight around the invading cock, squeezing rhythmically.
'Ortho!!!' Jordan roared, body jerking wildly as he came, hugging Ortho close. Hot cum flooded deep inside, pulse after pulse, leaving them both trembling.
Jordan's breaths ragged, he stared into Ortho's eyes, still buried to the root. 'Why did you do that?'
'I-I don't know. I just... did it subconsciously,' Ortho replied, giving one last squeeze to milk every drop.
Jordan finally pulled out, cum spilling from Ortho's gaping hole, mixing with the slick mess on their stomachs.
Ortho collapsed onto Jordan's chest, breathing heavily. Never had he imagined this intimacy with Jordan, but now he lay weak, utterly spent, craving more despite himself.