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I can’t believe I am standing right outside Ken’s front door. I huff. Why did I go along with their suggestions? Why did I agree to go here? Pwede namang iba ang pumunta eh—why does it have to be me—of all people, diba?
“This is pretty annoying.”
Honestly, it should be fine, when Ken suddenly disappears, I know it is over. God knows why suddenly Ken went gone. Wala ring nakakaalam. After ilang araw na gigising ako, feeling the ghost of his skin against mine, bigla na lang siyang nawala. No texts, no calls, walang bakas ng isang Ken from Network Team.
Akala ko nga noong una it’s just another one of his games. He’s silly, y’all know by now. I assumed he was just waiting for me to either contact him through the company account he has—kasi gusto niyang magguilty ako sa ginawa kong pagtataboy sa kanya. But what is he expecting? Fuck buddies usually come and go. But on the fifth day, Friday to be exact, Ken is still a no-show which at that time, I feel something is wrong. Masyadong tahimik and I admit, it scares me.
Ken isn’t the type of person to just fade into the background. He is always there—mapa-kaliwa ko, kanan, harap o likod, vertically or horizontally, he is there—like annoyingly somewhere in my peripherals, waiting for a perfect moment to either wink or smirk at me, recently.
But now, wala and I hate how unsettling it is to me.
I felt the worst when Paulo suddenly brought up the disappearance of Ken. Just what I say, aside sa mga creepy gestures niya towards sa’kin, sinabi rin niya na hindi umaabsent si Ken for unknown reason. It escalates that everyone on the floor knows na. It boils me. I know it doesn’t have to do with me but I hate when Ken suddenly becomes the center of their chismis yet, doing nothing. Absent na nga ung tao, ginawa pang pulutan ng chismis.
It’s crazy too because I can’t focus on my work because my feelings are eating me. Is it normal to feel terrible or scared? What if Ken doesn’t come back? What if something serious happens to him nang dahil lang sa pagtaboy ko sa kanya? I almost kicked the chair in front of me. Fuck. I can’t ignore this anymore—I’m going anyway
That’s why, despite the push and pull in my head, I am still standing awkwardly at the doorstep of Ken. I press the doorbell and in a few seconds, I hear a foot walking inside and then the next seconds, Ken opens the door. Napasinghap ako as I take in the sight of Ken before me.
Ken…he looks different.
Magulo yung buhok niya like yung strands ng buhok niya sticking out oddly na para bang he’s I don’t know either running his fingers through them too much or pulling them quite hard. I frown seeing how his cheeks are more protruded and his jaw is much sharper now as if kumakain pa ba ‘to? His eye bags, wow is he pulling an all nighter project? The dark circles are very darkening huh. And his eyes, sighs, they don’t have that usual glint, they’re just blank. Did my words affect him that much that he looks so miserable right now? Because Ken looks like a mess right now.
I swallow hard and I breathe heavily—I just realized how much I am holding my breath since I don’t know…this weight settling in my chest…why…
“Papasok ka ba or what?” His voice cuts through in me, rough, hoarse as if he hasn’t been talking for days. But, when he leans against the doorframe, stares at me and parts his lips slightly as if he’s debating whether he will talk again or not, I realize that he is not being cold nor angry, he’s just tired and I suddenly feel miserable.
I scurry my feet when he is about to close the door when he sighs. “Wait,” I say, pressing my palm as I try to push it, opening it again. Ken looks at me and doesn’t give any answer or reaction. I gulp again and breathe out. “Let’s talk.”
Ken steps to the side, giving me space. I walk in slowly, one step…then another…and another. The moment I enter, a quiet cold wraps around me. The air is heavy, like it’s pressing down on my chest. I feel the hairs on my neck rise, and a shiver runs down my spine. I let out a soft breath, only then realizing I’ve been holding it.
It’s too quiet. Too still. Too empty.
I kinda jolt when Ken walks ahead of me while asking what drink I want. “Just water,” sabi ko, ayoko man pero ayoko ring maging rude as a visitor. Then, he points to the couch. Inassume ko na lang that he wants me to sit there, so I walk towards there. I sit near the arm rest, near the front door. Pagkaupo ko pa lang, Ken walks back after, holding a glass of water. He places it safely and quite gently on the coffee table as he sits on the gray bean bag in front of me. Hindi ko na nagawang magmasid, even checking the pictures on the wall or the furniture and appliances he used…or if his wife is here, when Ken sinks onto the bean bag carelessly and all of my attention, my senses been on alert, focusing more on him than anything in this apartment.
“What brings you here?” A question that finally breaks the silence between us. His voice is softer now, but I still feel that he is just being hospitable.
“I just want to…c-check on you,” panimula ko, I stutter ‘coz I am nervous, watching out my words too kasi baka bigla niya akong buhatin at ibalibag palabas ng bahay niya—
“Checking on me?” He snorts pretty loud. “The last time I checked, you threw me out of your unit after I fuck—”
“I’m sorry, okay? I just don’t want to take that thing grow further—”
“But why are you here?”
“Para nga kamustahin ka—”
“That’s freakin’ bullshit, Stell.”
I stiffen. I’m stunned and unable to speak.
“You don’t have to go beyond things you aren’t us—”
“I’m just concerned, okay?!” His words are getting into my nerves but I calm myself and instead I curl my fingers into fists. “Hindi ka pumapasok and it’s been a week na. People are wondering what you’re up to and I don’t want na ma-AWOL ka just because—”
“Edi inamin mo rin,” he cuts me and I hate it for the nth time he’s been doing it since a while ago.
“Can you please let me finish first? Kanina mo pa ako pinu—”
“You are guilty.”
I frown in confusion. “W-What?” And, stuttering on that makes it worse on my side.
“You didn’t just go here kasi concern ka. You went here dahil nakukonsensya ka sa ginawa mo sa’kin. Diba?”
I shake my head hesitatingly.
“Your conscience is eating you up dahil why? Kasi nag-enjoy ka naman, I fuck you so good Stell but you just threw me when I just wanted to help you clean.”
I want to answer. I want to say something, o kahit ano but I can’t. Pakiramdam ko, he’s been right the moment he asked why I am here.
Then Ken chuckles, low, humorless. Sumandal siya sa bean bag and runs a hand through his hair. “Cat got your tongue?” Then, he sits straight and stares right through my eyes. “Or, afraid to say something dahil alam mong tama ako?”
“Ken…I’m just really here para kamustahin ka,” sagot ko but I am starting to doubt myself.
Ken cackles and shakes his head. “This is nonsense. Anyway,” he pushes himself off the bean bag and gestures as if he is dusting something against his side, “you better leave now. Pauwi na asawa ko at ayokong ipakilala kang kung sino lang as if I haven’t got a nice blow and fuck from you.” Then he takes a step away from me.
Napatayo ako kaagad at calls his name. “Ken, wait.”
He turns his head at me and gives me this boring stare again. He doesn’t say something so I continue where I left off instead.
“Papasok ka na sa Monday, right?”
Instead of hearing a word from him, I notice first how his unreadable face suddenly turns into getting mad.
“For real, Stell?”
I frown in confusion. “W-Why?”
“Can you please stop playing dumb and act right as if you don’t know my feelings for you?” I frown even more and he forms his fists into a ball as his gaze turns darker. “Stop making me feel stupid already and get the fuck out of here!” He shouts and I startle, my eyes getting teary. “What now? Iiyak ka?” He chuckles darkly and despite my wants to move, I can’t…hindi ako makagalaw sa kinatatayuan ko. “What if I really make you cry now?” I feel a shiver run down my spine and I’m not sure if it’s because of his question or when he starts walking straight at me. “Cry in bed, make you scream, and writh in pain as I fuck you hard and senseless?” He asks as he takes each step towards me, slowly, as if he’s giving me time to react or to run if I want to.
Yet, hindi ako gumalaw because his stare now is like he is pinning me in place. I almost break into shambles if I don’t feel the pulse in my throat. And, then I inhale sharply, shakily when Ken stops just in front of me, close enough that I can feel the warmth from his body.
Too close. I open my mouth as I breathe heavily, hearing my own loud breathing and seeing how my chest heaves quite faster than normal. So close. I know I should step back but I stay still. I even stand close when I see he lifts a hand, his fingers reaching up and brushing against my jaw. A light touch, as if it’s barely there and as if he is testing me. I know I should push him away but when I see, as his eyelashes flutter, I see the Ken I stared at the moment he took me from behind. That when the moment his thumb grazes my bottom lip, I inhale sharply, remembering what is supposed to be mine and knowing what is his. And, I break—sumabog ako at hinawakan siya sa kwelyo ng shirt niyang suot, pulling him in and kissing him first.
Ken doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back. His hands find their way on my waist, gripping them firmly, possessively. He tugs me forward, pressing me against him and swallowing the shaky breath I let out.
“Mmmph!”
The kiss isn’t soft. It’s very messy. Desperate. Raw. It has lots of battles of teeth and tongues and unspoken feelings.
Ken backs me up, guiding me without breaking the kiss until the back of my knees hit the couch. The next second, we’re tumbling down together. When I feel the softness of the couch against my back, I know that’s the time that I should stop. Yet, I don’t. Ken tilts his head, lips brushing over the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Stell…” Gosh…the way he says my name…a shiver runs down my spine. Then he smirks, his famous smug, knowing expression. Damn it. I should hate that. But, I don’t. Hindi ko siya pinigilan—even when his breath ghosts over my skin, lips hovering just near my jaw, teasing, waiting. Waiting for me, for a reaction, for permission, for something my skin itching for. And, I give in, giving it.
Trembling, exhaling slowly, I grip his shirt, curling my fingers on it as I tug him up. Ken looks up and I whisper, “Ken…” then Ken takes it as an answer. His mouth is on me again, not giving me time to think or to breathe and just eat my lips as if he’s been hungry, thirsty for them. That in a snap of a finger, he moves fast. Kaagad niya akong hinubaran, yanking at my clothes in a tearing manner and for a second, kinabahan ako seeing my designer shirt tears in half. I want to yell at him, gusto ko siyang sigawan dahil ang mahal n’on but I feel hot, tanginang libog ‘to. Sobrang nakakalibog yung ginawa niya that I am pulling his shirt upward while he is removing his shorts. Saglit ko lang napagmasdan ung titi niyang naninigas at bakat na sa shorts niya dahil tumambad kaagad ito sa mukha ko. Tanginang burat ‘yan ang taba at haba talaga! I don’t care anymore. Hubad na rin naman ako kaya ibinukaka ko ang mga legs ko, spreading them open without any second thought. I don’t know the face Ken is making but his grip on my thighs, dragging me closer hanggang tumutusok na yung ulo ng burat niya sa butas ko and fuck! He thrusts inside without any lube or any mercy, he pushes his entire cock in me unprepared and dry.
“Tangina mo!”
The pain is immediate but his cock is just half pa lang ng nakakapasok. I claw my nails sa wrist niya, digging them para ipaalam sa kaniya how sharp, painful, and unforgiving his thrust does. Ramdam ko ung butas kong pinipigilan yung malaki niyang ari na naglalabas-pasok sa lagusan ko. I can see kung gaano nasasarapan si Ken dahil ang visible nito sa mukha niya. He growls when he slams his cock further inside, forcing his way inside and stretching me open inch by brutal inch, and I swear muntik na akong himatayin.
“Bagalan mo tangina, Ken!”
“Bagalan?” He asks as he abruptly stops. Napatingin ako sa kaniya as his hands going sa either sides ng ulo ko. “Do you deserve a slow, sensual fuck ha?” Sabay bigla siyang kumadyot ng kay lakas na pakiramdam ko at umumbok yung ulo ng ari niya sa tyan ko. “Dapat sa’yo ay kantutin ng marahas!” Then he fucks me hard and rough, deeper again. I squirm underneath him, gripping his arms again so tight enough to leave marks. Sunud-sunod ang pagpapaulan niya ng mararahas na pagbayo, as if he isn’t know me, as if we aren’t officemates, as if I am his slut.
“K-Ken, shit fucking slow down!” I manage to yell my protest. Napapikit ako sa sakit. It’s so fucking hurts. But, at the same time, I know ang twisted talaga hindi lang ng utak ko even my feelings dahil nalilibugan pa ako sa tindi ng pagkantot niya sa’kin. I jolt when I feel his forehead pressing against mine, letting out a shaky exhale. I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip when I feel his breath ghosting hotly against my skin. I grab his arms and says again, “Fucking slow down, Ken.”
“Bakit? Masakit ba?” He asks but I can’t tell if he’s concerned or not.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes…”
I feel his lips brushing against my cheek, whispering. “Good,” and then he moves so fast, walang planong huminto o prumeno.
“Oh fuck, Ken please fucking slow down!”
“You don’t deserve that, Stell. What you deserve is to fucking bleed!” Ken doesn’t give me time to breathe, even na maga-adjust when his thrusts now turn more brutal, pounding into me with force that makes the couch creak beneath us. “I want you to bleed, Stell. Warakin ka. Damhin mo yung sakit at sarap na ako lang ang makakapagbigay. Na kahit kantutin ka pa ng milyong lalaki, i-gang bang, o anumang punyetang trip mo, tite ko pa rin ang magpapakuntento sa’yo.”
Napanganga na lang ako sa sinabi niya, gritting my jaw when I feel his cock grow dragging out of my hole. My nails carve into his arms. My body arching with each sharp snap of his hips. The pain is still there, but the pleasure, I feel it slowly approaching the pain. And, I believe Ken feels it the moment I clench my hole around his cock unconsciously.
Ken abruptly stops from thrusting and pulls his cock out without a warning. Napadilat ako only to hear a command from him. “Talikod.”
I barely process what he just said before he flips me onto my stomach, pressing my chest against the couch. My knees barely catch against the cushions before he yanks my hips up, dragging me back onto his cock with one rough thrust, and we both cry out loud.
“Fuck!”
“Ah!” I scream, gripping onto the couch and almost right away, he fucks me fast again.
Ken’s hands dig into my waist. He slams his cock even deeper, bet my hole has been used and adjusted sa girth niya and I see white almost immediately when he hits my spot. My hole clenches and unclenches around his cock. Then he pounds into my hole non-stop, using me like I’m nothing but a hole to fuck.
“Ugh, shit.”
Ken groans, his fingers digging into my skin like he wants to bruise me, mark me, claim me from the inside out. Then his pace shifts. Slower. Deeper. He pushes in all the way and stays there, not moving, just letting me feel how deep he is buried inside me. Unexpectedly, my hips voluntarily move back, meeting his thrust. Then he laughs lowly, mockingly. “I thought you wanted to slow down?” Bago pa ako makasagot, hinugot niya yung titi niya halfway, only to slam back in, hard and deep. A strangle moan rips from my throat as he starts fucking me again, sharp and punishing. His cock drags along my walls, making me jolt with every brutal thrust. “But why does your hole seem to love my cock more?” May yabang sa boses niya and I hate how he is. I hate how he quickly dissipates the pain at palitan ng sarap iyon. “Hm, Stell?” He punctuates each word with another deep thrust, knocking the breath out of me. “Thought you could lie to me?” Bumira ng ilang kantot si Ken. “You can but your hole, cannot.” And, then his thrusts get even harder, faster. Hindi na ako makahinga sa sobrang diin ng bawat galaw niya, ramdam ko sa bawat salpukan ng aming mga balat kung paano niya ako wawasakin.
My fingers claw at the couch again, my whole body is trembling. My walls clamp down on him involuntarily betraying me, “Gahhh—” even my voice betrays me now. Hindi ako makapag-isip ng tama. Ganito ata yung sinasabi nilang fucking your brains out because I can’t even think, lunod na lunod lamang sa sarap ng kantutang ginagawa namin. Then he leans down and I shiver.
“I’m right, right?” He breathes out hotly against my air. “Sarap na sarap yung butas mo and you can’t hide it. You can’t lie dahil damang-dama mo kung gaano kahigpit ang yakap ng butas mo sa burat ko, Stell.” And, then he angles his hips just right, slamming into my spot non-stop that makes me scream my lungs out.
“K-Ken—” I choke again, feeling the pleasure rushing into me.
“Sige lang Stell ilabas mo ‘yan…tamuran mo ako…”
“I’m…I’m…I’m cumming!”
My voice shatters, my body convulsing beneath him. My walls pulse and clench, tightening around him, milking his cock hungrily. My thighs shake uncontrollably, pleasure bursting in every nerve as I ride out my orgasm helplessly, completely lost in the sensation.
"Oh my gosh...that was..."
I feel a hand on my wrist, tugging me upwards—proving that Ken is really different this time. Hindi pa nga tuluyang humuhupa yung sarap na nafifeel ko, my skin still feels sensitive, naputok-putok pa ng bahagya ang tamod sa titi ko, hinugot niya kaagad ung burat niya. He isn’t finished yet. I feel that. And, I am right the moment he grabs my wrist, forcing me to stand.
“Tayo,” he commands roughly, pulling me upwards.
But I can’t in that instant. Ramdam ko pa yung panginginig ng kalamnan ko. I am still breathing heavily, even him, he is panting too. So, I swat his hand but it doesn’t remove the tight grip on my wrist—mas lalo pa itong humigpit. I begin to squirm yet he forces me this time, exerting much more force than mine at nahila niya ako pataas. My knees buckle but he doesn’t care, nor give me a slightest glance or even check if I’m okay. And, I admit, I am much worse right now than what I’ve been before.
Ken’s fingers are digging into my skin that for sure will leave marks tomorrow. It’s stinging against my skin. The pain in my lower back, the burnt feeling na nararamdaman ko when I walk sluggishly and that sting, sapat na ‘yan para patigil siya sa susunod niyang gagawin sa’kin. I have a hint now and my mind tells me to stop him and run before it’s too late. Pero tangina naman I still want more. Kahit na ginawa niya akong parausan, na parang parausang puta lang, mas naexcite pa ako—my hole clenching as, even that part of my body anticipating where Ken will bring me. He continues to drag me, holding me securely closer to him. We pass the kitchen, the dining, and a room that has a “This is Toby’s room! Do not enter, Dad!” which I guess it’s his son— crazily, I chuckle internally due to that , which only leaves to the last door straight to us. That’s why when he drags me towards the bedroom, despite the soreness feeling eating me alive and the fear of what he’s up to, mas lalo akong nalibugan. And, I feel so desperate when Ken turns the doorknob slightly slowly in my eyes.
The clean smell of their, I assume, master’s bedroom makes me shiver. Malinis yung kwarto. Everything is tidy. The bed? Oh fuck ang sarap guluhin at dumihan ng kama sa linis at ayos niya. Which abruptly, nakaramdam ako ng kiliti sa tyan ko, my hole itches as it gapes and my cock’s vein pulses in excitement. And, when we reach the bed and shoves me onto the mattress, face down, loving the way my body is bouncing slightly against the soft sheets, I smile crazily.
I hear his faint chuckle before degrading me. “You’re really a slut, Stell.” I shiver hearing that. I shiver more as I feel his hands back on my hips, dragging me up until I’m on my knees, leaving my chest still pressed against the bed. “Let see kung makakatawa ka pa ngayong puta ka,” he warns, grippings my ass and spreading me open.
Hindi na ako nakaadjust pa ng pwesto because his tip is already poking at my entrance then he slams his cock in again, hard and brutal, without a warning nor hesitation. “F-Fuck!” I yell out, feeling the burn again and being stretched again but also feeling the pleasure as well. I bury my face into the mattress. My voice muffled against the mattress as my arms gave out.
Ken is growling behind me. “Damn this hole.” He grips my waist tight at muling kumadyot.
Hard. Fast. Walang-awa. My ass is up, open for him, letting him use me just the way he wants. Bawat kadyot niya sends me forward, my body jerking, my moans muffled by the sheets. His pace is merciless. Every thrust is calculated yet rough and deep. Walang paghohold back sa pagbayo niya, not even a little. My body jerks forward, pressing my face further sa mattress with every snap of his hips. I am trembling underneath him. My arms are quivering beneath me. Wala akong energy to fight…I don’t even want to fight either… everything is so freaking delicious .
“Haa—fuck—” I whimper, my hands clutching at the sheets. Ang sakit ng kantot niya pero ang sarap at the same time. Ang sarap to the point na sinasabayan ko yung paglabas-pasok ng ari niya, my hips pushing back to meet his thrusts. Nakakabaliw. The way he fucks me, so deep, so rough, he’s so fucking angry. I lick my lips in pleasure, mouthing, “Fuck…I want this more than I ever imagined.”
Ken grunts then suddenly, he pulls out his cock.
I whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness inside me. I unconsciously stick my butt out kasi I am thinking he’ll slam it back just what he did kanina. But, seconds have passed at walang titing kumaskas sa butas ko. I am about to look over my shoulder, check on what’s happening with him but I yelp out when he pulls me down onto the foot of the bed and flips me onto my back.
“Hmp!”
“I wanna see you…” hingal niyang pag-ani before he spreads my legs apart, his palms running along my thighs, and this time it’s softer. It’s still needy, still desperate but there’s a shift in the way he touches me now. It’s no longer just anger driving him, it feels like it’s something more, something deeper, that something he keeps unspoken for a long time.
“Ken—” I call his name yet I am being halted when he pushes his cock back inside me, but this time, he enters me slowly.
My head falls back against the pillow, a sharp gasp slipping past my lips as I feel every inch of him stretching me so freaking slow, even slower than a while ago. His hands tremble slightly as they press against my sides. His grip is no longer bruising—he’s now holding me like I’m something fragile. Like I’m something he doesn’t want to lose. And, then, he speaks and my heart clenches at how broken he sounds.
“Stell…”
Then he pulls his cock, thrusting it back deeper, filling me completely. He does it again but instead of pulling out fast and hard like before, he grinds in slowly, pulling his cock along my walls as if savoring every second. I arch my back forward, closing my eyes, my chest rises and falls rapidly, as it gives me such tingling feelings.
“Stell…” he whispers again, “...give me a chance,” pressing his forehead against mine, “akin ka na lang, pakiusap…”
My heart skips a beat and I open my eyes unconsciously—I kinda startle seeing that he’s staring at me. For a moment, I stare back. I see how his lashes are damp and my heart softens— is he crying? There’s no way those are sweat— he’s sweating but only on his forehead. But why? Why did he have to cry? Even yung smirk niya, the taunting grin, it’s gone. His eyes have no angriness in it, all I can see is pain. What’s that? What…what’s with that look? Are you in pain because? Why are you in pain though eh ako yung kinakantot mo? I want to ask him because the way he fucks me now and stares at me now is different. His hands are trembling slightly as they press against my sides. His grip, once bruising, now lingers more, even gentler and as if I’m some kind of fragile item. I know I said it again but that’s that. It’s something else.
Something I don’t understand.
Or…
Something I don’t want to understand.
Then he pushes his cock inside me again and I feel how painfully slow it is, dragging his cock out then pushing it back in deeper, giving shudders all over my body. His lips touch my cheek going down my jaw then up again to my cheek but he just presses his lips there, doing nothing. This is not just kissing. This is not just fucking. It feels like he is trying to claim me, doesn’t just want to fuck me but to keep me. The way he holds me as if he’s cradling me, the way he’s touching me as if he’s caressing me, and the way he fucks me like a porcelain doll— I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shut out the way he gives me feels because this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be rough, relentless, using me like a toy. Hindi ganito— not with this kind of gentleness that makes my throat tighten and my chest feel—
“Ken…” I breathe out his name and he buries his face against my neck, brushing his lips against my skin, breathing me in. His hands tighten on my sides, fingers digging into my flesh as his hips roll forward, pushing deeper. My arms wrap around him instinctively, body arching into his as he holds me closer, pressing his weight on me, and fucking me slow and deep—each thrust stealing the breath from my lips. And, then, he whispers.
“Stell…please…just once…let me…in.”
My breath hitches. Gusto ko siyang sagutin sarcasmly, sabihin na ‘paanong let me in eh kanina pa nakapasok yung burat mo sa butas ko’. I want to respond that way para iignore yung nafefeel kong something. Hindi ako manhid, but I don’t want to entertain it either.
“Say yes, Stell,” he pleads.
I close my eyes again, hiding my face onto his neck. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to do. But I don’t want to ignore Ken and the way he makes me feel. And I hate it! I hate it even more when Ken’s back at staring at me, like I am the only human that fucking matters to him, his breather, his world, his everything—that kind of everything that nobody makes me feel.
“Say it, baby,” he begs again, thrusting in me even slower.
I swallow hard. My chest is rising and falling erratically. My mind is clouded. I’m drowning with the way he is hugging me warmly, kissing my neck ticklishly, and how loud his thoughts of wanting to keep me. And, I don’t think I can stop myself anymore.
“Yes…” I whisper, closing my eyes, afraid.
Ken stiffens suddenly and after a sharp inhale from him, something shifts abruptly.
"Fuck—baby—fuck—" he groans needily, gripping even tightly and his pace now changes—he's thrusting faster, deeper, and harder again.
I gasp out loud at his sudden change. My moans breaking into desperate cries as Ken slams into me again, again, and again, fucking me like I need it in my life or something like showing off how great he is in bed.
And, I admit it because fuck, he's literally a beast in bed I would die for—
“Tangina, Ken—”
Ken curses under his breath, eyes dark and wild. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, pressing me down into the mattress as he fucks me hard—so hard the bed slams against the wall with every thrust. It’s rough. It’s fast. It’s filthy. And fuck, I love every second of it.
“You’re mine, finally,” Ken growls and I shudder when he says, “say it again.”
I whimper, eyes rolling at the back of my head as he fucks me into oblivion, making my mind blank. “Fuck, Ken—”
He slams into me harder, hips snapping fast and messy, making me take all of him in a claiming way. Tangina he is crazy but I love it!
“Say it haa come on, say it baby—”
“Yes ahh—tangina, yes—ugh—”
He groans first before leans in and kisses me filthy, open-mouthed and desperate, swallowing every moan. And I lose to it, more than he loses to this.
“Mmhhh Ken…”
I move my hips along with him, meeting his thrusts and syncing it with the way he pounds me. His rhythm becomes reckless, and I feel his cock throbs inside me.
“Gonna cum, baby—fuck, gonna fill you up—open your tight hole for me, fuck baby!”
Hearing those, my hole clenches around his cockhead and he growls then I cry when he slams his cock back balls deep. “Ken—” I choke yet manage to curse, “fuck—me too!”
And as if on cue, after Ken slams into mine one last time, burying his cock deep, I shudder and my mouth falls open in loud scream, shouting his name in between pleasures. Ken lowers his head and his lips meet mine, kissing me messily as he fucks me continuously. Then he follows with just a few seconds, groaning into my mouth, burying himself deep and filling me in. At sabay kaming nanginig sa sarap.
Ken collapses on top of me, his full weight pressing me further down sa mattress. He’s heavy, but I like it—the heat of his sweaty, sticky body against mine, the way our skin touches, chest to chest. I shut my eyes and exhale slowly, lips tugging into a small, breathless smile.
It’s crazy. It’s fucked up.
But I like it.
Did I say that already?
This isn’t supposed to feel this good—but it does. It really fucking does.
I shift slightly, about to say something, but Ken exhales first—his breath's warming my neck. Then he pulls out, slow and careful, and I gasp at the sudden emptiness. My hands lift, fingers brushing through my sweat-damp hair as I stare up at the ceiling, catching my breath, not thinking. Not yet.
Then I feel his warm hand, tugging gently at my wrist. I glance up. And there I find him, smiling at me.
“Why?” I ask because I don’t want to assume if he wants another round.
“Halika rito,” sagot niya at nagpatangay ako sa kanya, letting him manhandle me, laying me beside him. I want to swat his arms kasi what’s this? Aftercare? I want to laugh —who does this nowadays especially if you’re just fuck buddies?
“Come here,” Ken whispers against my skin and I shiver. “You okay?” He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest and somehow, it melts me.
No more testing waters now that I accept him. Boldly, I rest my cheek against Ken’s sweaty, bare chest, listening to his heartbeat still racing fast. His warmth seeps into me. So warm…I am melting. His hand runs up and down my spine, tracing invisible soothing patterns.
“Tired?”
I hum and he chuckles. I frown, about to say something but Ken suddenly presses a kiss against my hair, tightening his hold around me at pinili kong ishut ang aking mouth.
“Sorry…I’ll be gentle next time.”
My heart goes wild. Napaisip ako, is this the fuck buddy set-up he wants? I feel his heavy breathing and I breathe unconsciously along with him. I shake my head internally, inhaling deeply, trying to think of anything but this.