Greg Fucks Kara Rough at the Frat Party

"Greg, I swear, if you spill that beer on me again, I’m leaving," Kara said, laughing as she dodged his unsteady hand. The red Solo cup in his grip sloshed dangerously, but he managed to steady it just in time, grinning at her with that lopsided smile she’d seen too many times tonight.

The frat house was packed, bodies pressed together under the dim, pulsing lights. Kara had known Greg since freshman year—he was the kind of guy who always had a joke ready but never seemed to take anything seriously. She, on the other hand, was the one who kept him in check, her sharp green eyes and confident posture a stark contrast to his laid-back slouch. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, strands escaping to frame her face, and her fitted tank top clung just enough to hint at the curves beneath.

Greg leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as the music thumped louder. "You wouldn’t leave me here alone, would you?" he teased, his voice low. Kara rolled her eyes but didn’t step back, her lips curving into a smirk. "Depends," she said, glancing toward the kitchen where a group of guys were chanting over a keg. "What’s in it for me?"

Greg’s grin widened as he slid his hand into Kara’s, his grip firmer than she expected. “C’mon,” he said, already pulling her through the throng of sweaty bodies. Kara stumbled slightly, laughing nervously. “Greg, what the fuck are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” he shot back, not slowing down as they neared the stairs. Kara hesitated, glancing back at the chaos of the party, but curiosity—and maybe the buzz of alcohol—had her climbing the steps behind him. His hand felt hot, almost possessive, against hers.

He shoved open a door to an empty bedroom, tugging her inside. The dim light glinted off his mischievous expression. “Alright, Greg,” Kara said, crossing her arms. “What’s so important up here that it couldn’t wait?”

“I thought you liked surprises,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping.

Greg’s hand shot up, pressing Kara against the wall with a thud. His mouth was on hers before she could protest, hot and insistent, the taste of cheap beer lingering on his tongue. Kara shoved at his chest, but his body pressed harder, trapping her.

"Greg—" she started, but he cut her off, his lips moving down her neck. His hand slid under her tank top, fingers brushing her bra as her breath hitched. “C’mon, Kara,” he murmured against her skin. “You know you’ve been waiting for this.”

She hesitated, torn between pulling away and the electric buzz coursing through her. His palm cupped her breast, thumb circling over her nipple through the fabric, and she groaned softly. Greg grinned, tightening his grip on her ponytail. “That’s my girl.”

“Greg, wait—” Kara’s voice cracked, half-protest, half-moan as he shoved her backward onto the bed. His hands dug into her waist, and she landed with a soft thud, her ponytail spilling across the sheets. He didn’t wait, climbing over her, his breath heavy with beer and urgency.

Her hands twitched, like she wanted to push him off, but instead they hovered in the air, indecisive. Greg took that as his cue, yanking her tank top up and over her head in one rough motion. Kara gasped, the cool air hitting her bare skin, her hard nipples straining against the thin fabric of her bra.

“You gonna fight me now, Kara? Or you gonna admit you’ve wanted this all night?” Greg growled, his voice low and cocky as he leaned down to bite at her collarbone. She let out a shaky breath, her body already betraying her as she arched into him. “Greg, you asshole—” she started, but her protest was cut off by his hand slipping under her bra, fingers teasing her nipple.

Greg’s fingers tightened around the clasp of her bra, and with a sharp tug, it came undone. Kara gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Greg swatted them away. “Don’t,” he growled, his mouth trailing down her sternum.

Before she could protest further, his hands were at the waistband of her jeans, yanking them down her hips. Kara kicked weakly, but he shoved her legs apart, leaving her exposed and trembling. “Greg, you fucking—,” she started, but his fingers slid between her thighs, silencing her with a sharp hiss.

Her body arched against his touch, betraying her as he delved deeper. “Still gonna pretend you don’t want this, Kara?” Greg smirked, his fingers working her with a relentless rhythm. Her breath hitched, her hips lifting involuntarily as she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

“Fuck you, Greg,” Kara hissed, her voice trembling as his fingers worked her relentlessly. But her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. Greg smirked, his free hand fumbling with his belt. “You’re such a liar, Kara.”

With a rough growl, he yanked his jeans down, his cock springing free, hard and eager. Kara’s eyes flicked down, her breath hitching before she looked away, biting her lip. “Don’t—” she started, but Greg shoved her legs wider, positioning himself between them.

Without warning, he pushed into her, groaning as her tight warmth enveloped him. Kara gasped, her hands clawing at his shoulders as her body adjusted. “Still gonna fight me, baby?” Greg taunted, thrusting harder as she let out a strangled moan. Her nails dug into his skin, her protest fading into the heat of the moment.

Greg’s thrusts grew harder, rougher, the bed quaking beneath them as he slammed into her. “That’s it, baby,” he snarled, gripping her hips and yanking her legs up over his shoulders. Kara cried out, her back arching off the bed as he drilled into her, her protests drowned out by the slick sound of skin on skin.

“You’re so fucking loud,” Greg growled, slowing his pace just enough to smirk down at her. His fingers dug into her thighs as he lifted them higher, making her gasp. “But I think you can be louder.”

With a sharp jerk, he pulled out of her, earning a whimper of protest. “Suck it,” he demanded, shoving his cock toward her mouth. Kara hesitated, glaring up at him, but Greg grabbed her hair, forcing her head forward. “Don’t fucking play hard to get now.” Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste him.

Kara's mouth stretched uncomfortably around Greg's cock as he pushed deeper, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm between her thighs. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but Greg just tightened his grip in her hair, holding her in place. "Don't act like you don't love this," he growled, his hips thrusting shallowly into her mouth.

Her body tensed as his fingers suddenly curled inside her, hitting a spot that made her hips jerk involuntarily. Kara let out a muffled moan, her lips tightening around him as her thighs trembled. Greg chuckled darkly, the sound thick with arrogance. "Fuck, you’re soaked. Tell me you want it again, Kara."

"Greg—" she gasped, pulling back just long enough to plead, but he shoved her head back down, his cock slamming into her throat. Tears streaked her cheeks as she choked, her fingers clawing at his hips. "Say it," he demanded, thrusting harder. "Or do you need more convincing?"

Greg yanked Kara’s head back by her hair, pulling his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She gasped, throat raw, tears still streaked down her cheeks, but he wasn’t done. “Face down,” he barked, shoving her off the bed.

Kara stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the mattress, but Greg was already behind her. His hand landed hard on her ass with a sharp crack, making her yelp. “Fuck you—” she spat, but he grabbed her hips, forcing her down.

“You wanted this, you little slut,” Greg growled, his cock brushing against her tight entrance. Kara froze, her breath catching, but before she could protest, he pushed in with one brutal thrust. She cried out, her nails clawing at the sheets as he claimed her.

Greg’s hands gripped Kara’s hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into her, his cock slamming deep with every thrust. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he snarled, his breath hot against her ear. “Admit it, Kara.”

She bit down a moan, her nails scraping against the mattress. “F-fuck you,” she choked out, but her body betrayed her, arching back to meet his thrusts. Greg chuckled darkly. “That’s it, you love this, don’t you?”

Her breath hitched as his pace quickened, her moans escaping despite herself. “Y-yes, okay?!” Kara cried, her thighs trembling as he pushed her closer. “You win, you asshole!” Greg laughed, slamming into her one last time before coming with a low growl.

Greg yanked Kara to her feet, her legs still unsteady as he dragged her across the room. “You wanna act like a fucking slut?” he growled, slamming her into the bathroom counter. Her chest pressed against the cold edge as he bent her over, pinning her wrists behind her back.

“Look at yourself,” Greg snarled, forcing her head up to face the mirror. Kara’s face was flushed, her lips swollen, and her hair tangled from his grip. He smirked, grinding his cock against her ass. “You’re fucking pathetic. Tell me you liked it.”

Kara’s eyes met her own reflection, her body trembling as the truth burned in her gut. “F-fine,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I liked it, okay?” Greg laughed, his hand sliding under her to cup her pussy. “Good girl.”

"Eyes open," Greg snarled, yanking Kara’s head back by her hair. He forced her to face the mirror, her lips swollen and her face streaked with tears. "Look at what you are," he growled, pressing his cock to her lips.

Kara tried to resist, her jaw trembling, but Greg shoved himself deep, his hand tightening in her hair as he thrust into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, tears streaming as she stared at herself, humiliated. "Pathetic," he hissed above her.

Her throat burned as he fucked her mouth with shallow, merciless strokes, her reflection blurred through her tears. "Remember this," he growled, pulling her hair tighter. "This is what you fucking asked for." She choked, her body trembling as he relentlessly claimed her.

Greg pulled his cock from Kara’s mouth with a wet pop, his free hand gripping her hair. “Open up, slut,” he commanded, his voice low and cruel. She hesitated, her throat raw and aching, but he yanked her head back harder. “Now.”

Tears streamed down her face as she struggled, but Greg’s grip was unrelenting. She let her jaw fall open, her breath hitching as his stream hit the back of her throat. “Swallow it,” he growled, grinding her face into the counter. “You fucking deserve this.”

Greg released Kara’s hair with a harsh shove, sending her stumbling to her knees. He stepped back, motioning to the sticky mess dripping down her thighs. “Clean it up, whore,” he sneered, folding his arms across his chest. “Every drop.”

Kara hesitated, her face burning with humiliation as she stared at the floor. Her tongue darted out tentatively, her stomach roiling as she tasted herself mixed with him. Greg chuckled darkly. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? Just like you fucking deserve.”

“Fuck you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. But she kept licking, her trembling hands gripping her knees as Greg towered over her. “Good girl,” he mocked, his cock already hardening again. “Don’t miss a spot.”