**Sarah Owns Me**

I knew I wasn’t enough for her. Sarah had always been too much—too sexy, too demanding, too fucking perfect. And tonight, she was going to prove it to me in the worst (best) way possible.

Wesley was the guy she’d been teasing me about for weeks. Tall, built, cocky as fuck. The kind of man who didn’t just fuck—he *claimed.* And when Sarah let him into our apartment wearing nothing but that little black lingerie set I’d bought her, my stomach twisted.

“You’re gonna watch,” she told me, a cruel smirk on her lips. “And you’re gonna remember this is what a *real* man feels like.”

Wesley barely glanced at me. He was already palming her tits through the lace, his big hands swallowing them whole. “She kept talking about how small you are,” he murmured against her neck. “Now I get why.”

Sarah moaned, arching into him as he squeezed her nipples, pinching just hard enough to make her whimper. “Tell him,” Wesley growled.

She turned her head, her eyes locking on mine as Wesley’s fingers slipped under her panties. “His cock’s so much thicker than yours,” she gasped. “I can *feel* it through his pants.”

I was hard. Fuck, I was *rock* hard, my pathetic dick straining against my shorts as Wesley shoved Sarah onto the couch. He yanked her panties to the side, two fingers sliding into her dripping cunt without hesitation.

“Look at that,” he laughed, twisting his fingers inside her. “Already fucking soaked. You really do love being used, don’t you?”

Sarah nodded frantically, her thighs trembling as he finger-fucked her. “Yes—*fuck*—yes, I do!”

I couldn’t look away. The wet sounds of her pussy, the way her clit swelled under his thumb, the filth pouring from her mouth—it was destroying me.

Wesley pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean, then undid his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, already leaking. “Open wide, princess.”

Sarah dropped to her knees, taking him in one smooth motion. The way her lips stretched around his girth made my stomach clench. She gagged, spit running down her chin, but Wesley just grabbed her hair and fucked her throat deeper.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Take it like a good slut.”

I could hear her choking, the muffled whimpers as her nose pressed into his pelvis. When he finally pulled out, her lips were swollen, her mascara smeared.

“Stand up.” Wesley’s voice was rough. “I want him to see me wreck this pussy.”

Sarah obeyed, bending over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air. Wesley spat on his cock, lined up, and *slammed* inside her with one brutal thrust.

Sarah screamed, her back arching. “Oh my *god*—*fuck!*”

He didn’t go slow. He fucked her like he owned her, each snap of his hips making her tits bounce, her moans turning into breathless shrieks. “You like that?” he growled. “Like getting stretched open on a real cock?”

“Yes—*yes!*” she sobbed. “It’s so *big*—fucking *ruin* me!”

Wesley smirked at me over her shoulder. “She’s tighter than I thought. Guess little dick doesn’t stretch her out much, huh?”

I couldn’t even answer. My hand was in my pants, jerking my pathetic erection as I watched my girlfriend get *demolished.*

Then Wesley pulled out suddenly, flipping Sarah onto her back. He dragged her to the edge of the couch, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and plunged back in.

“*Ah!* Fuck—*right there!*” Sarah’s fingers clawed at the cushions, her whole body shaking as he hammered her g-spot. Her pussy was so wet I could hear it, the filthy squelch of his cock pounding into her.

“Gonna cum?” Wesley taunted.

“Yes—*please*—let me cum!”

He slapped her clit hard, making her shriek. “Do it. Cum on my cock like the desperate slut you are.”

Sarah’s whole body locked up, her back bowing off the couch as she *screamed,* her pussy clenching around him. Wesley didn’t stop—he fucked her through it, his rhythm never slowing.

“Fuck, that cunt’s squeezing me,” he grunted. “Where do you want it?”

Sarah looked at me, her eyes glazed. “In me,” she panted. “Breed me. Let him watch you fill me up.”

Wesley groaned, his hips stuttering. Then he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her.

Sarah whimpered, her legs tightening around him. “Oh my god… I can *feel* it…”

When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped from her swollen pussy down her thighs. She lazily dipped her fingers in, then held them out to me.

“Clean me up.”

I crawled forward, my tongue licking her slick fingers, tasting Wesley’s load mixed with her arousal.

Sarah sighed, running her other hand through my hair. “Good boy.”

And just like that, I knew—I’d never be enough for her again.