The Unfinished Business
Copyright© 2026 by Aveline Roth
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
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The motion stole all the control, all the rhythm. He was fucking me now, holding me in place as a living sheath for his violent thrusts. He pounded up into me, deep and punishing ball-deep strokes that hammered my prostate into raw, screaming submission.
“AH! AH! F!CK!” I screamed, the pleasure skyrocketing past any boundary. It was too much, it was everything. My body was a live wire, convulsing with each brutal impact.
Then Jax’s hand was back on my cock. But this time, he didn’t restrict. He stroked hard. A fierce, fast, twisting pace that matched Lukas’s pounding from behind.
The dual assault was catastrophic. The world dissolved into white noise and a blinding sensation. My body locked, muscles stretched tight as they could go. A raw roar ripped from my throat as my orgasm exploded.
It wasn’t a normal climax. It was a seizure of pleasure. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot from my dick, splattering across his stomach and chest in heavy, pulsing gushes. My ass clenched and fluttered wildly around Lukas’s driving cock, milking him as my own release seemed to go on and on, draining me.
But he didn’t stop.
As the last weak spurts dripped from me, and the hypersensitivity set in, Lukas kept fucking me. His thrusts didn’t falter. He rode through my orgasm, using my clenched, sensitive channel for his own pleasure.
“No ... no, enough ... stop...” I sobbed, the overstimulation a fresh torture. Every drive into me was like a shock, intensifying the soreness, making my oversensitive nerves shriek.
My body tried to pull away, to collapse, but he held me upright, impaled, and kept pumping.
And somehow, unbelievably, my traitorous body responded.
A second, weaker climax was torn from me, like a gushing, watery release that had no force, just a helpless, convulsive emptying. My cock jerked dryly, and then, with a final, shuddering clench of my abs, a small, hot, shameful trickle of urine mixed with the slick mess of sweat and cum on my stomach.
I was broken, and sobbing uncontrollably, babbling in a confused and unclear way. My body was a limp trembling puppet held up only by his grip on my hips and the cock still ruthlessly pistoning inside my ravaged hole. The sensations blurred into a continuous, overwhelming haze of too-much pleasure so extreme it circled back into a kind of pain, of utter devastating submission.
Lukas’s breathing grew ragged. His thrusts lost their relentless rhythm, turning into short, hard, frantic drives. A low, gritted moan grated from his throat. “Yeah ... take it ... you fucking made for this...”
He slammed in one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and held there. I felt him swell, pulse, and then the hot, sudden flood of his cum filling me. It was massive.
A hot, thick gush of cum filled my rectum. He kept coming, stream after stream, pumping me so full I felt my stomach push out slightly, in a faint bloated pressure. He was cumflating me.
The excess seeped out around the tight seal of his cock, dripping down my thighs. The smell of sex and sweat and his release filled the air.