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Jack came over late in the evening. I noticed right away that something was wrong—his eyes were downcast and his shoulders slumped. She dumped him. I knew it before he even opened his mouth. Without a word, I let him in.
We sat down on the couch. He was silent. After a while, he started talking, as if the words were gathering inside him. Regret, anger, loneliness. I could see how much he was suffering, but at the same time, something was awakening inside me. I had wanted him for a long time—his body, his scent, his presence always affected me more than I wanted to admit.
And now he was here. Broken, defenseless. And beautiful as ever.
At one point, Jack looked at me long and hard.
His voice was quiet, trembling.
“Matt... Can we...?” He trailed off. But I knew what he wanted to say.
I moved closer until our thighs touched. Jack didn't wait any longer. He threw himself at me, pressing his lips to mine with the desperation of a man who needs to forget. He kissed me deeply, brutally, as if he wanted to drown in me. I responded immediately, feeling his tongue fight with mine and his breathing quicken.
Jack's hands were everywhere—on my neck, in my hair, on my hips. His touch was hungry, restless.
He pushed me onto my back, falling on top of me with all his weight. I felt his weight, his warmth, his trembling. Our erections rubbed against each other through the thin fabric of my pants until I moaned softly, unable to hold back the wave of pleasure.
Jack ripped my shirt off, running his hands over my chest, exploring every muscle, every curve. When he reached my pants, he unzipped them quickly, almost brutally. In an instant, I was naked, lying beneath him, trembling with excitement.
He sat up for a moment, looking at me. His eyes were dark, full of passion.
“Fuck, Matt...” he whispered. ‘You have the perfect ass.’
His hand moved across my buttocks, squeezing them hard, wonderfully brutally. I sighed loudly, lifting my hips toward him.
Jack leaned down, kissing my back, my spine, lower and lower until his lips touched my ass.
His tongue slipped out between his lips, hot, wet, confident.
He spread my buttocks and began to lick me, slowly, thoroughly, as if he were tasting every inch.
He slid his tongue deep inside, circling, penetrating me rhythmically. My body arched beneath him, and a long, trembling moan escaped my lips.
It was intense, humiliating, and wonderfully arousing all at once.
I could feel my body pulsing, every muscle tensing and relaxing in time with his movements.
Jack straightened up and quickly took off his clothes. His penis was already hard, ready.
It was big, thick, throbbing with desire. I looked at him with flushed cheeks, my heart pounding like crazy.
He grabbed my hips and positioned me on all fours.
Without a word, he pressed the tip of his penis against my entrance.
He pushed slowly, inch by inch, spreading me open until he was finally inside me.
I let out a quiet moan as I felt him fill me completely, deeply.
Jack grabbed my hips tightly and started to move.
He pulled out almost completely, then slid back in deep, all the way to the end.
His movements were rhythmic, slow but strong. I felt every pulse, every wave of heat that engulfed my body.
I moaned beneath him, not caring about anything anymore. I just wanted more—more of his strength, more of his warmth, more of his scent.
Jack sped up, his hips slapping against my buttocks with a wet smack.
He slid into me with brutal tenderness, not giving me a moment's respite.
My whole body trembled and pleasure exploded in waves inside me.
I could feel Jack breathing heavily, his fingers digging into my skin, leaving marks, and his body shaking spasmodically.
He was mine.
That night, Jack belonged only to me.
After a moment, he pulled me by my hair, forcing me to turn around.
He took my face in his hands and kissed me brutally, deeply, in rhythm with his movements.
Our tongues intertwined in a wild dance, and our bodies merged in a rhythm I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to.
Jack filled me completely, pressing me against him as if he wanted to absorb me, melt into me.
I felt his body tense in a final spasm of pleasure, his penis throbbing with heat inside me.
And then—relief, fulfillment, complete surrender.
We fell together onto the couch, entwined, sweaty, panting.
A moment later, Jack pulled me close and kissed me gently on the temple.
“Thanks, Matt,” he whispered. ‘That's what I needed.’
But I knew it wasn't just a moment of oblivion.
For me, it was something more.
Looking into his tired but happy eyes, I hoped it was for him too.I let my friend, who had been dumped by his girlfriend, fuck me.
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