Dick stepped back, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in time with the sound of their collective panting. The room was hot, humid, drenched in the scent of sex and sweat. He stood there for a moment, surveying the scene with quiet satisfaction. They had wanted him, every single one of them. And now, they were his.
Betty stirred first, her body sluggish but eager to please. She reached for his cock, wrapping her delicate fingers around the base, stroking it gently as if coaxing him for more. "That was... incredible," she breathed, her eyes still dark with desire.
Jemmy licked her lips, wiping some of his cum from her cheek as she shifted onto her knees, pressing her body closer to his leg. "More," she whispered, almost begging. "I want more of you, Dick."
Hannah smiled lazily, her lips glistening with his release as she leaned back on her elbows, her chest heaving. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes was enough. She wanted more too, and Dick could feel the heat building in his chest again.
He smirked, wiping the sweat from his brow. Jada, still lying at the far end of the bed, shifted slightly, her body worn out but her eyes still glued to him. She had been the first to fall, and now the others were ready to follow her.
Dick stepped toward the bed again, towering over them, his eyes darting between each of their flushed, eager faces. "You think you're done?" he asked, voice low, teasing.
Betty bit her lip, her fingers still wrapped around his shaft, stroking him gently as if coaxing him back to full hardness. "No," she whispered, eyes pleading. "Not yet."
Jemmy was already moving toward him, her body rubbing against his legs, eager to have his attention again. "I'll show you I can do better," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.
Hannah chuckled, her fingers playing with the cum smeared across her lips. "They don't stand a chance."
Dick continued his conquest until the four girls were completely spent. Their bodies lay scattered across the bed, skin glistening with sweat and streaked with his cum. Jemmy's head rested lazily on his thigh, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. Betty sprawled next to her, fingers still tracing lazy patterns over her stomach as if unable to stop touching herself, the taste of him lingering on her lips. Hannah, half-asleep, curled up beside Jada, who hadn't moved much, her breath shallow as she lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
A satisfied smirk played on Dick's lips as he surveyed the scene. He had pushed each of them to their limits, drawing out every last drop of energy they had. His body ached pleasantly from the exertion.
Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, Dick wiped the screen clear of fingerprints before snapping a quick photo of the girls. The flash momentarily lit the room, capturing the aftermath in stark detail—four wrecked bodies, stained with evidence of his control. He smiled as he scrolled through the pictures, selecting one that perfectly captured the moment. Each girl lay there, soaked in their own exhaustion and submission, a perfect display of his prowess.
Without hesitation, he opened a messaging app and sent the image directly to Emily. Dick didn't bother adding a caption. The image spoke for itself, and he could almost imagine the look on Emily's face when she opened it. Would she be pissed? Curious? Aroused? It didn't matter. The message had been sent.
Dick tossed his phone onto the bed and stretched, his muscles still buzzing with satisfaction. He wasn't waiting for her reply. Whatever Emily had to say, it could come later. Right now, he was exactly where he needed to be.
Waking up, Dick stretched beneath the warm weight of Jada sprawled across his chest. At some point during the night, she'd climbed on top of him, her wild hair tangled and covering his face, tickling his skin. He chuckled softly, pushing her off gently. She whimpered in her sleep but didn't wake, curling back into the sheets, clutching a pillow in his place.
He reached for his phone, checking the time. It was early—barely six a.m. Even after last night's marathon, his body was used to rising with the sun. The girls, though? They were wrecked, limbs tangled together, skin glistening with the sheen of last night's aftermath. Betty was curled up beside Jada, her body half-covered by a sheet, while Hannah lay spread out across the foot of the bed, completely naked. Jemmy, as usual, had wrapped herself around him in her sleep, her hand resting possessively on his thigh.
With a smirk, Dick tossed the phone aside and pulled himself out of bed. He grabbed Jemmy's wrist, yanking her up with a rough slap to her ass. She groaned in protest, burying her face in the pillows, but he wasn't letting her sleep in.
"Up," he growled, his voice low but firm. He moved around the bed, giving each girl a firm smack on the ass as he pulled them from their slumber. "Shower. Now."
Jada let out a soft whine, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched lazily on the bed. "Dick… five more minutes," she muttered, her voice still thick with exhaustion.
He didn't give her the luxury of time. With one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up off the mattress. She yelped in surprise, trying to cling to the sheets, but he wasn't having it. "Now."
Betty stirred beside her, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. "God, do we have to?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Dick shot her a sharp look. "Unless you want to go to school smelling like last night."
That got them moving. One by one, the girls dragged themselves out of bed, groaning and muttering complaints as they stumbled toward the bathroom. Dick followed, watching them with a grin as they lined up in the large shower, the water streaming down over their tangled hair and tired faces.
He turned on the water, letting it heat up before stepping in behind them. Jada was the first to lean back against him, her body pressing into his as the hot water poured over her skin. She turned her head slightly, eyes half-lidded, lips parting in a lazy smile. "You really don't give a girl a break, do you?"
Dick grinned, running his hands over her wet skin. "You knew what you signed up for."
Hannah squeezed in beside them, her fingers running through her hair as she leaned into the water. "What time is it?" she asked groggily, her voice muffled by the sound of the shower.
"Still early," Dick said. "We've got time."
The girls grinned at his words, their bodies still humming from the night's events. Without hesitation, they crowded together in the shower, the steam rising around them. The sound of their moans mixed with the water, filling the room as they indulged in one final quickie. Dick's hands moved between them, bringing each girl to the edge and beyond until their knees buckled, their voices a chorus of spent satisfaction.
Once they were done, they stood beneath the water, shining with the afterglow. Dick watched them with a smirk, leaning back against the shower wall as they took turns rinsing off the remnants of the sex. The girls, trembling with exhaustion and pleasure, cleaned themselves off in a haze, their bodies still buzzing with lingering heat.
He was the first to step out, toweling off as they followed one by one. The energy in the room had shifted; the competition they had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a shared sense of pleasure under him. He threw his towel aside, dressing swiftly. The girls, still dazed, pulled on their clothes, fumbling with zippers and buttons as they tried to gather themselves.
Jada was the last to get dressed, her fingers slow as she tugged on her shirt. Dick glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Jada," he said, his tone carrying an edge of warning. "You know I'm releasing that video, right?"
Jada paused for a second, then nodded, her lips curling into a bitter smirk. "That bitch Emily, right?" she asked, a hint of defiance in her voice.
Dick's expression was amusement, his sneer sharp. "Oh, you guessed it?"
Jada snorted, pulling her hair back into a messy bun. "I don't care anymore," she muttered, her gaze meeting his without hesitation. "So long as I have you."
Dick chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled Jada closer. "Good. You learn quick. From now on, your place is under my cock. All of you."
The girls giggled, their bodies still humming from the shower sex, their eyes gleaming. They crowded around him, eager, pressing soft kisses along his neck and chest, their touches gentle but possessive.
"Enough," Dick muttered, amused by their neediness. He ran a hand through his hair, smirking. "We've got to go. I'll drop you off at school."
The girls exchanged glances, groaning softly, but none of them argued. They scrambled to gather their things, fumbling with buttons and zippers, their hands still shaky. They piled into his car. The girls were quiet, some checking their phones, others gazing out the window. He pulled up to the school, looking at them with a grin, watching them slide out of the car one by one, their legs shaky as they tried to pull themselves together for the day ahead.
"Don't get too distracted in class," he called out, voice laced with amusement. "You'll need your energy for later."
The girls turned back, their smiles tired but full of anticipation. They didn't say anything, but their eyes told him everything. As they disappeared into the school building, Dick leaned back in his seat, waiting.
The passenger door clicked open, and Emily slipped inside without a word. "Good job, Dick," she said, her voice low. "Gotta admit, it was quicker than I thought."
Dick didn't bother with small talk. He pulled the drive from the camera and handed it to her. "You owe me one, Little Sis," he reminded her. Emily's lips quirked in a brief smirk, one eyebrow raised. "Yeah, I remember." She took the drive, slipping it into her jacket. Without another word, she slid out of the car and disappeared into the flow of students.
Dick watched her for a moment before starting the engine, smirking to himself. "Four sexy high school students... quite the way to start the day," he muttered with amusement.
Shaking his head, Dick made his way to Iron Core Gym. It had been days since he'd last shown up, and Paige was probably fuming. Her texts had been relentless—flooding his phone with demands and complaints, each one more heated than the last. She'd sent voice messages as a lat resort, likely filled with curses and insults, but Dick hadn't bothered listening. He'd left her on read as usual. They were good friends after all.
As he pushed open the door, the familiar smell of sweat and metal hit him, the rhythmic clang of weights filling the space. Karen glanced up from behind the counter. She gave him a brief nod, acknowledging his presence, but didn't say anything. She wasn't one for small talk, and Dick appreciated that. She was tough, focused, and didn't waste time with pleasantries. That's what made her good at what she did.