The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just—" She took a trembling breath, lowering herself further. "It feels different from last night."

"Different how?"

"Fuller. Like you’re everywhere inside me." She dropped lower, taking me deeper until I could feel her stretching around me. "I can feel you all the way up in my stomach."

Every muscle in my body screamed at me to move, to thrust up and take control, but I held perfectly still and let her set the pace. This was hers to control.

Finally, she bottomed out completely. We were joined as deeply as possible, her body stretched around me like it had been designed for exactly this. The fit was so perfect it bordered on impossible.

"Jesus," I groaned.

She didn’t move for long moments, just sat there trembling with me buried inside her to the hilt, adjusting to the fullness.

"Sloane."

"Give me a second." Her voice was breathless, overwhelmed. "You’re really, really deep."

"I know."

"It’s kind of overwhelming."

"Good overwhelming or bad overwhelming?"

"I’ll tell you when I figure it out." She rolled her hips experimentally and we both made involuntary sounds. "Oh. Oh, that’s—"

"Do that again."

She did, and this time I thrust up to meet her. She cried out sharply, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks.

"Yes," she hissed between her teeth. "Exactly like that."

I grabbed her ass with both hands and guided her into a rhythm — up and down, slow at first, then gradually faster. Her breasts bounced with each movement and I found myself completely mesmerized by the sight.

"You’re staring," she panted.

"Yeah."

"They’re not even that big."

"They’re perfect."

"You’re such a liar."

I leaned forward and caught one nipple between my teeth. She gasped and arched her back, pushing herself deeper into my mouth instinctively.

I sucked hard, letting my teeth scrape across the sensitive peak. She made a sound that was almost a sob, her rhythm faltering as pleasure overwhelmed her coordination.

"Lukas. Oh my god, Lukas."

My name on her lips sounded like both prayer and curse mixed together.

I switched to her other breast, giving it the same careful attention. Her thighs started shaking around my waist, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic.

"Wait," she gasped suddenly. "Wait, I’m—"

"You’re what?"

"Close. I’m already so close."

"Good."

"No, not good. I wanted to—" She cut herself off with a moan when I thrust up particularly hard. "Fuck. I wanted to last longer than this."

"Why would you want that?"

"Because I need to be better than her."

The words tumbled out in a rush, like she hadn’t meant to voice them aloud. Her face went scarlet with embarrassment.

I stopped moving entirely.

She made a frustrated sound. "Why did you stop?"

"Look at me."

"Lukas—"

"Look at me, Sloane."

She met my eyes reluctantly. Hers were glassy with pleasure and something sharper underneath — something that looked uncomfortably like fear.

"You don’t need to compete with your mother," I said carefully. "This isn’t a competition."

"Yes, it is." Her voice cracked slightly. "She’s older, more experienced. She knows things I don’t know yet. How am I supposed to measure up when—"

I kissed her, cutting off whatever self-destructive thought she was spiraling toward. When I pulled back, her eyes were wide and suspiciously wet.

"You’re you," I said simply. "That’s already infinitely better."

"You’re just saying that to make me feel better."

"Do I look like I’m lying to you right now?"

She searched my face intently. "No."

"Then believe me." I grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard against me. She cried out sharply. "You feel incredible. Your body, your sounds, the way you taste." I thrust up again for emphasis. "Everything about you drives me completely crazy."

"Lukas."

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"That you believe me."

"I—" She gasped when I hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside that made her whole body jerk involuntarily. "Okay. Okay, I believe you."

"Good girl."

Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Don’t call me that."

"Why not?"

"Because it’s weird and patronizing."

"You liked it."

"I absolutely did not."

I could feel her clench around me reflexively. Her body was a terrible liar, even when her mouth was being stubborn.

"Sloane."

"What now?"

"You’re being a brat."

"So what if I am?"

"So I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here."

Her eyes went wide with surprise. "What does that—"

I flipped our positions in one smooth motion.

She yelped in shock, suddenly finding herself on her back with me looming above her. Her pink hair spread across the pillow like spilled cotton candy. Her legs wrapped around my waist automatically, muscle memory taking over.

"Lukas."

I pulled out until only the tip remained inside her. She whimpered and tried to pull me back down with her legs.

"Please," she breathed desperately.

"Please what?"

"Don’t tease me like this."

"I thought you wanted to prove you were better than your mother." I thrust in halfway and she arched off the bed. "Show me."

"I hate you so much right now."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it’s completely true."

I pulled out again, this time withdrawing completely. She made a genuinely desperate sound that went straight to my cock.

"Lukas, please."

"Turn over. On your stomach."

"What?"

"You heard me. Turn over."

She stared at me, chest heaving with exertion and arousal. Her thighs were trembling visibly. "Why?"

"Because I told you to."

Her face went nuclear red again. "You can’t just order me around like—"

I grabbed her hip and flipped her myself. She squeaked in surprise, ending up face-down with her ass in the air.

"This is so embarrassing," she muttered into the pillow.

I ran my hand over the perfect curve of her ass, marveling at how smooth and pale her skin was.

"You have an incredible ass," I observed.

"Shut up."

"Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"Lukas, I swear to god, if you don’t—"

I spanked her.

Not hard — just enough to make a sharp crack echo through the room.

Sloane went completely still.

"Did you just—"

I did it again, harder this time. Her skin pinked immediately where my palm had connected.

"Lukas." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"What?"

"That—" Her voice was muffled by the pillow she’d pressed her face into. "That wasn’t fair."

"Didn’t sound like you hated it."

"I did hate it."

"Your body says otherwise." I squeezed the spot I’d just spanked and she whimpered involuntarily. "You’re absolutely soaking wet, babe."

"Don’t call me that when you’re—" She cut off with a gasp when I spanked her again. "Oh my god."

"Want me to stop?"

Long silence.

"Sloane. Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she whispered, so quietly I almost missed it.

"What was that? I didn’t hear you."

"No. Don’t stop."

I spanked her three more times in quick succession. Her ass was bright red now, and she was shaking like a leaf.

"Please," she breathed into the pillow. "Lukas, please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me. I need you inside me right now. Please."