**Title: Taking It All**

I never thought I’d end up like this—naked, on my knees, ass in the air while a massive black cock pressed against my tight hole. But here I was, trembling with anticipation, every inch of me screaming for it.

It started at a party—some dimly lit loft, pounding music, sweaty bodies. I saw him across the room, tall, built like a fucking god, his sweatpants barely containing the outline of his dick. Pratham. The way he looked at me, like he knew exactly what I wanted. Like he could see right through me.

“You like what you see?” he murmured, stepping closer, his hand sliding down my chest. I couldn’t even speak. My cock twitched in my pants, already leaking. He smirked, fingers tracing my waistband. “Thought so.”

The next thing I knew, we were in a bathroom, his thick fingers digging into my hips as he spun me around, shoving me against the sink. His lips were hot on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as his hands yanked my pants down. I gasped when his palm smacked my ass, the sting making me moan.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, spitting into his hand before rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I whimpered, pushing back against him, already desperate. One finger slid in, then another, stretching me open as I panted against the mirror.

“Please,” I begged, my cock dripping between my legs.

“Please what?” He chuckled, twisting his fingers deeper.

“Fuck me.”

He didn’t waste time. I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, then the slap of his cock against my ass. Thick. Heavy. My stomach tightened just feeling it.

“Relax,” he ordered, pressing the head against my hole. I tried, but god—the stretch burned. He didn’t stop. Just pushed, inch by brutal inch, until my body gave way and he was buried inside me.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, gripping the sink as he bottomed out. My ass clenched around him, the pressure almost too much. But then he moved.

Slow at first, just shallow thrusts, letting me feel every ridge of his cock. Then harder. Deeper. His hips snapped forward, driving into me with a force that made my toes curl.

“Yeah, take it,” he grunted, gripping my hips, fucking me like he owned me. The slap of skin echoed in the tiny room, my moans barely audible over the music outside.

I reached back, grabbing his thigh, needing to feel him closer. He growled, leaning over me, his chest against my back. “You want more?” His breath was hot in my ear.

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. I cried out, my cock jerking, precum dripping onto the floor. He did it again and again, pounding into my ass until my legs shook.

“Gonna make you come just from this,” he muttered, one hand sliding around to squeeze my cock. I whimpered, thrusting into his grip as he kept drilling my hole.

It was too much. The stretch, the friction, his thumb circling my leaking tip—I came hard, ropes of cum splattering the sink as my ass clenched around him. He fucked me through it, his pace never slowing.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. “Take it—take all of it—”

His cock pulsed inside me, his hips jerking as he came, filling the condom deep in my ass. He stayed there for a second, both of us panting, before pulling out with a wet slide.

I collapsed against the sink, legs weak, ass still throbbing. Pratham smirked, slapping my reddened cheek. “Good boy.”

I couldn’t even form words. All I knew was one thing—I needed him to do it again.