The Big Bad Bully Ch2 (Patreon)

Hello all! Here is this month's futa on male poll story. Enjoy!

Preview:

The little room suddenly feels smaller. The clock on the wall ticks loud. The young bot sits on the edge of the bed, ice pack pressed carefully under the gauze, eyes fixed on the scuffed floor tiles. Jackie stays standing. She grabs her jacket from the back of the plastic chair even though she never took it off, just for something to do with her hands. The silence is thick enough to chew, it stretches past the point of comfort, past the point where either of them can pretend this is normal. So Jackie decides to do something about it.

“What do you want?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

Steve’s head jerks up, eyebrows climbing toward his hairline. “Wh-what?”

She sighs, long and exaggerated. “Wh-what?” She repeats, mocking the exact same stammer. “Outside. You wanted something. Why the fuck did you grab my shoulder?” She crosses her arms again, leather creaking, and waits.

The twink's gaze drops straight back to the floor. Color floods his face so fast it almost matches the blood still drying under the gauze.

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Her tongue shoves past his lips without waiting for permission, thick and insistent. Steve makes a startled noise that vibrates straight into her mouth. She swallows it, tilts her head, and licks deeper, exploring every soft surface she finds.

The hand on his shirt moves and begins working. Buttons pop, and the ruined shirt is shoved halfway down his arms before he can even raise them. She yanks the fabric free and tosses it somewhere toward the sink. The undershirt follows, dragged up and over his head in one rough motion that leaves his hair sticking up in every direction. The cool infirmary air hits his bare chest while Jackie’s palms slide down the smooth plane of it, thumbs brushing the small peaks of his nipples just to feel them tighten. She never breaks the kiss. She just keeps devouring him while her fingers find the button of his khakis, pop it, and shove the zipper down. “You little shit…” She snarls when she finally tears her mouth away, lips shiny. Her turquoise eyes are dark, pupils blown wide.

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She fucks him through the orgasm, hips snapping harder, using the clenching of his climax as extra friction. The wet sounds grow filthier, slick, sloppy, the excess spit and precum churned into froth that coats her meat and drips down her swinging balls. Steve’s body jerks with every thrust, oversensitive and trembling, soft broken whimpers spilling from his open mouth. His cock keeps twitching, dribbling the last weak pulses of cum while Jackie keeps rearranging his guts.

It isn't long before her own dam breaks. Jackie’s lips purse tight against the side of Steve’s neck as a low, guttural growl rolls out of her throat and straight into his ear. Every muscle in her tall, muscular body locks. Her hips slam forward one final time, burying every last inch of her horse-cock to the root, straightening fully. Steve’s feet leave the floor as his entire weight hangs from the thick arm still locked under his throat and the massive fuck-meat spearing him open. The sudden suspension drives the fat head even deeper, punching against the furthest reach of his bowels.