Laughing, Dick pulled Lana back onto his lap, his hands sliding down her trembling thighs. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her soaked panties, fingers grazing over the wet fabric. "Look how wet you are," he muttered, his tone dripping with amusement. "Is it from worshipping my cock or Mike watching?"
Lana's breath hitched, her eyes darting between Dick and Mike, unsure whether to respond. She bit her lip, but the shame in her expression couldn't hide the arousal that betrayed her.
Mike stood frozen, unable to move or tear his gaze away from the scene. His face was a mess of emotions—disgust, rage, humiliation—but there was something else, too. A flicker of something darker, something Dick had already picked up on.
Dick's fingers brushed over Lana's wet panties again, teasing her, making her body shiver in anticipation. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "Answer me. Is it my cock or knowing he watches you that got you this wet?"
Lana's breath trembled as she swallowed hard. "B-both," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dick chuckled, sliding his fingers under her panties, pressing against her soaked slit. "That's what I thought." His fingers slid into her with ease, her body betraying her once again as she let out a soft moan. He leaned back, making sure Mike had a clear view. "Watch closely," Dick said, smirking. "You're about to see how a real man does it."
Mike's face paled but he didn't move. He just watched as Dick's fingers worked inside Lana, her body squirming in his lap.
"You're dripping for me," Dick murmured into her ear, his fingers curling inside her, hitting just the right spot. Lana's body jerked, a gasp escaping her lips as she pressed her thighs together, trying to control herself. But Dick didn't let her. He kept her legs wide open, forcing her to take everything he gave.
She whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder, her body arching into him. "P-please..." she whispered, her voice shaky, but even she didn't know what she was begging for.
"Please what?" Dick taunted, his tone dripping with mockery. "You want more? Or maybe you want him to leave? You want to pretend he's not here?"
Lana shook her head, her breath hitching as she struggled to form words. She could barely think, her body too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
Laughing, Lana whimpered, "P-please fuck me."
Dick's smirk deepened, his fingers still buried inside her, moving slowly. "Beg better than that," he muttered, voice low, teasing. "I want to hear how much you need it."
Lana's breath hitched, her body trembling. "Please, I need it," she gasped, her voice desperate. "I'll do anything. Just... please."
"Anything, huh?" Dick pulled his fingers out of her slowly, sticking his fingers to her mouth, couth with her slickness. He leaned forward, whispering against her neck, "You think you deserve it?"
She nodded frantically, her eyes glassy with need as she sucked herself on his fingers. "No but I beg you. Please, Dick—please."
Without warning, Dick grabbed her hips, lifting her, pushing her chest down onto the bench. Her ass was in the air now, the cold night breeze brushing over her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She whimpered, pressing her thighs together, desperate for the friction she'd been denied.
Mike stood frozen, barely breathing, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him.
Dick tugged down her soaked panties, tossing them aside carelessly. He ran a hand over her ass, giving it a firm smack. Lana gasped, her body jolting from the impact. "Stay still," he ordered, his voice firm.
She nodded weakly, her fingers digging into the bench beneath her as she tried to steady herself.
Dick positioned himself behind her, his cock brushing against her entrance. "You asked for this," he muttered, his grip tightening on her hips. Then, with one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Lana cried out, her body jerking forward, hands gripping the wood so tight. Dick didn't give her a moment to adjust—he set a brutal pace right away, his hips slamming against her, each thrust deep and punishing.
Her moans filled the air, loud, raw, her voice echoing in the stillness of the night. She was completely lost to it now, her body arching back to meet every thrust, desperate for more. "Oh god," she gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "F-fuck—yes, yes, yes."
"Ughgh." Hearing Mike's weird moan, Dick glanced over his shoulder. The idiot had burst into his pants, a wet patch spreading across his crotch, his face twisted in shame and humiliation.
"Pathetic," Dick muttered, shaking his head in disgust.
He grabbed Lana's hips roughly, adjusting his stance, making sure Mike had the perfect view as his cock disappeared back inside her, stretching her wide. "Look, Lana," Dick growled, leaning over her. "He came just from watching me fuck you."
Lana whimpered, her fingers clawing at the bench as her body quivered beneath him. The slick sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air, blending with her gasps. She could feel the heat rising off Mike's gaze—helpless, watching everything unfold. It was intoxicating, in its own sick way, to know how broken he was, how he couldn't stop himself.
"You enjoying this, Mike?" Dick taunted, his voice low, dangerous. He gripped Lana's hair, pulling her head back so she could see Mike over her shoulder. "Your girl's taking me like a champ. She's dripping all over my cock, and you couldn't even last watching."
Mike didn't respond, his face pale and sweaty, lips trembling. He looked like he might throw up from the sheer weight of the shame pressing down on him, but all he did was stand there, frozen, unable to stop watching.
Dick leaned closer to Lana, his breath hot against her ear as he thrust harder, deeper. "Tell him how good it feels," he commanded, his voice rough.
Lana moaned, her body shaking under the force of his thrusts, her breath ragged as she tried to speak. "It—it's... so good," she gasped, her words broken by the rhythm of his hips slamming into hers. "So much better... than he could ever—"
Her voice trailed off, lost in the raw, animalistic pleasure ripping through her. Dick's grip on her hips tightened, pulling her back onto him with every thrust, driving deeper, faster. Her moans turned to cries, louder, more desperate, her body shaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
"That's it," Dick growled, his pace relentless. "Tell him the truth. He's nothing. You're mine now."
Lana's mind was a haze, too far gone to resist. She let out a strangled sob, her body tightening around him. "Yours," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm yours."
Dick smirked, slamming into her even harder. "Good slut."
Dick felt Lana's body tense, her breath catching in her throat as she teetered on the edge. He leaned down, whispering against her ear, his voice low and rough. "Come for me. Let him see what it's like when you come on a real man's cock."
Lana cried out, her body convulsing as she came hard, her walls clenching tight around him. Her moans echoed through the garden, her voice raw and broken, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Dick didn't slow down, riding out her orgasm brutally, pushing her further, making sure Mike saw every second of it.
As she trembled beneath him, her body spent and slick with sweat, Dick finally pulled out, watching as Lana collapsed against the bench, her chest heaving with exhaustion.
Dick sat on the bench, pulling Lana onto his lap, positioning her in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Mike stood frozen, his face pale, eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him, unable to look away despite the sick churn in his gut.
Lana's breath hitched as Dick's hands gripped her waist, guiding her trembling body back onto his cock. She gasped, her body still sensitive from the orgasm that had left her shaking moments ago. Her fingers dug into his arms as he slid into her again, slow but hard, savoring the way she clenched around him.
Dick's grip on Lana's waist tightened, holding her in place as he thrust up into her, filling her completely. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back, hair spilling over her shoulders as her body adjusted to the sensation. She was drenched, slick with the evidence of everything she'd done, and her pussy gripped him with each slow stroke.
"Look at him," Dick murmured, his lips brushing against Lana's ear. "Let him see what you are now."
Lana shuddered, her breath shallow, eyes flicking over to Mike, but it was like he wasn't even there anymore. Her body jumped on Dick's cock, riding him like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Each time she came down, her breath hitched, eyes rolling back slightly. "So good!" she gasped, voice cracking. "Better than anything I had before!"
Dick gripped her waist, smirking as she worked herself on him. She wasn't holding back anymore—her hips moved with a frantic need, desperate for every inch. The soft slap of skin against skin filled the air, her moans growing louder, more shameless with every thrust. She wasn't the same girl who had walked into his house earlier, begging for help. Now, she was his slut, and she knew it.
Mike stood like a statue. His eyes locked onto the way Lana moved, how she gasped and moaned, lost in her own pleasure.
"Tell him, Lana," Dick murmured, his hands roaming over her bare skin, squeezing her hips, guiding her up and down. "Tell him how much you love this."
"I love it," she panted, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure ripped through her. "I love your cock. So much better than his."
Mike flinched, like the words had physically struck him. Unable to even look away.
Lana leaned back, her arms reaching behind her to grip Dick's neck as she bounced harder, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the night air. Her breath was ragged, her body straining for more, needing him deeper, faster. Every time her ass slapped down onto his lap, she whimpered, her thighs shaking.
"Fuck," she whispered, throwing her head back, her hair spilling over Dick's chest. "I can't—I can't stop. It's too good. So much better than him!"
Dick let her ride, smirking as he looked at Mike, the kid trembling where he stood. "You hear that, Mike?" he said, his voice low and dark. "She's never felt like this with you."
Mike's lips trembled, but no words came out. His eyes were glassy.
Lana cried out, her body seizing up as another orgasm ripped through her. She clung to Dick, nails digging into his skin as her thighs shook uncontrollably. "Oh god—fuck!" she gasped, her voice cracking as she came hard, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
Dick didn't stop. He kept her moving, guiding her hips, riding out every last tremor of her orgasm, until she was nothing more than a trembling mess on top of him. He glanced at Mike, who stood frozen, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might break.
"You still standing there, Mike?" Dick asked, smirking. "Thought you'd have walked away by now. Or is this turning you on too much?"
Mike's fists unclenched, his face twisting in disgust, but he didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on Lana, watching her gasp and writhe on Dick's cock like he wasn't even there.
Lana slumped forward, her body spent, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But Dick wasn't done with her yet. He lifted her off him, turning her around so she faced Mike. Her legs trembled, barely able to hold her up as Dick pulled her back onto his cock, thrusting up into her from behind. Her mouth fell open, a broken moan escaping her lips as he filled her again, deeper this time.
"Look at him," Dick growled in her ear, his voice rough. "Look at him while I fuck you."
Lana's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Mike's. Her lips parted, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she whimpered, her body rocking with every thrust. "Mike…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You—"
But she couldn't finish. Dick's pace was brutal now, slamming into her with a force that left her gasping, unable to form a coherent thought. Her eyes rolled back, her hands gripping the bench for support as she was pounded relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder, more obscene.
Lana's breath hitched, her body tightening again as another orgasm built inside her, her mind a haze of pleasure and shame. "I can't—oh god, I can't stop!" she cried, her voice broken, desperate. "I'm coming again!"
With a final, brutal thrust, Dick buried himself deep inside her, unleashing everything he had, and Lana screamed, her entire body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy squeezing him like a vice. Her moans echoed through the garden, raw and guttural, completely lost in the pleasure tearing through her.