The Unfinished Business
Copyright© 2026 by Aveline Roth
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - He thought the past was behind him. He was wrong. One target. Three men. And a score that won’t be forgotten. Tonight, payback comes in ways he never imagined, and escape is not an option. —The Unfinished Business
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Fiction Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Sex Toys Squirting AI Generated
My world had narrowed to the pounding in my ass, and the heat coiling in my balls again. It was disgusting, but it was the best thing I’d ever felt, and I was losing my mind.
Lukas rode me fiercely, meeting that spot, his own moans filling the room.
The slapping of skin, the creak of the bed, Lukas’s ragged cries, it was a symphony of desperation. I could feel the pressure building again. This is it. I was going to come again. I was going to come from just this.
But Lukas, sensing it, clenched around me tightly and went still, stopping my rhythm dead. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. “Not yet.”
I jerked forward from the unexpected stop into the bed as Marcus stroked my flesh a few times then left it.
“Wha— I tried to speak but the words died down halfway.
He pulled out, leaving me empty and throbbing.
”Beg for it,” Lukas growled, his voice rough against the shell of my ear.
What? Beg?
I had already endured enough humiliation, this was far beyond how low I could sink.
His thick, heavy cock was a branding iron against my clenched hole. “Tell me you want my fucking cum in your ass.”
I shivered out of fear, my entire body a wire pulled taut. My cock was already spent and sensitive, giving a pathetic throb. “Please ... Lukas ... please don’t—”
”Wrong words,” the other guy, Marcus, chuckled from somewhere behind my head. A hand slapped down on my bare ass cheek, sending electric shocks through my body. The sharp sound echoed in the room, and the sting bloomed into a deep, humiliating heat. “He needs the right motivation.”
Lukas’s slicked thumb pressed against my pucker, not entering, just rubbing that tight, terrified ring of muscle. “You remember how you’d strip me in the quad? Spill my books? Laugh with your little friends?” His thumb pushed further, just the tip. My back arched, and a broken sound tore from my throat. “This is me spilling something in you, Aiden. Now fucking ask for it.”
“I ... I...”
“Say it!” he roared, drilling into me with a force that stole my breath.
“Please!” I sobbed, the word torn from me. “please, let me ... let me cum ... plea—
“Nghhh—!”
I didn’t even get to finish the plea when Lukas’s finger invaded my ass brutally.
My back arched, and a strangled moan tore from my throat.
“Ah! F!ck!”
“You love this, don’t you? Feeling yourself getting f!cked.”
“No, I ... ah!” My denial turned into a broken cry as he crooked his finger over that intense bundle of nerves that I could never ignore.
He gave a solid unforgiving push against it and a jolt of pure, white-hot electricity shot up my spine, branching out to my fingertips, my toes, my dick.
My whole body jerked violently, a convulsive spasm that tried to pull me away from the sensation, but the hands on my hips, Marcus and Jax, held me firm, their grips tightening like vices.
“See?” Lukas laughed. He began to finger-fuck me in earnest now, in a hard, piston-like rhythm aimed directly at that devastating spot. In-out-in-out, each thrust landing with punishing accuracy. “Your body begs for it even when your mouth won’t.”
He was right. Against my will, my hips started to stutter, to push back against the driving finger, seeking more of that brutal, mind-melting friction.
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