Wrong Game, Right Player (BoyxBoy)

4

Tyrell

The next morning, I wake up. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. A few seconds later, I reach over and grab my phone from the nightstand.

Unlocking my phone, I realize I got a
DM from Bri and Quan:

Brownskin.Bri: So how was it? 👀

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DaHomieQuan: You free?

Shit. I haven't notified Quan about my whereabouts. I text him back.

Jacksonville_jit: Sorry jit, I'm not gone be in town for the whole week

DaHomieQuan: How you just gone leave town without me? 😒

Jacksonville_jit: I'm sorry 💀

DaHomieQuan: Now I'm stuck with Bri and Ta'Leah. They finna drag me to the mall for these sales 🙄

Jacksonville_jit: Good luck 😂

I exit our chat to go text back Bri:

Jacksonville_jit: I'm gone keep it a buck, he laid the pipe on strong 😒🤦‍♂️

Brownskin.Bri: PERIODT 😂

Jacksonville_jit: Periodt nun tf. This nigga got satanic dick. I need to pray for my safety more than ever.

Brownskin.Bri: Dramatic ass 😭

Just when I'm about to text back, I hear some shifting and I feel C.K.'s dick fill in between my crack. My breath hitches. One hand grips my hip and the other hand spreads my butt apart.

Letting out a sigh, I lean over and put my phone down on the nightstand. Then, I lean back and turn my head. "Damn, can a nigga stretch first?" I complain.

C.K. chuckles as he smears pre-cum against my entrance. "I'm gonna stretch you out right now." He said, voice deeper from sleep.

He slowly pushes in and I hiss. Besides the wet tip, he mostly went in dry. C.K. goes deeper than 6 inches and I instinctively move forward. However, his forearm presses against my collarbone, pinning my body against his.

"Don't run from daddy's dick," He whispers while pulling out to the tip, "Just take it."

I whine as he slams back in. He proceeds to thrust in and out of me at a slow and teasing pace. I was just running from his dick, maybe I shouldn't order him to go faster.

You know what, I'm still gone bitch anyways.

"Fucking you is like fucking a snail." I comment.

C.K. stops. He pulls out completely. I was about to apologize until he turns me over onto my stomach. I turn my head to see him sliding into me again.

My eyes roll back when all 10 inches attack my prostate at once. "Fuck!" I exclaim.

He shows no mercy as he rams into that same spot over and over. Tears from pleasure start strolling down my face. C.K. suddenly grips my hair and forces my head back. My back arches as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"You be talking all that shit until I fuck you the way you want me to. Now look at you, crying like a lil bitch."

"Ah fuck...sorry d-daddy!" I apologize.

"That's...better." He slams into my prostate again mid-sentence.

The room goes white. I let out a scream as I nut over the fresh sheets. This is the third time I came from just my ass.