I met him at a party I had no business attending. My roommate dragged me there because she said I needed to stop reading filthy books and get some real dick. I was the quiet English major who kept a secret Goodreads shelf full of alpha male frat stories, the kind where the guy takes what he wants and the girl ends up begging for more. I never expected to live one.
His name was Jax. Tall, broad, with that cocky frat president grin and arms covered in Greek letters. He spotted me in the corner nursing a beer and walked straight over like he already owned me. “You don’t look like you belong here,” he said, voice low and rough. “You look like you’re waiting for someone to ruin you.”
I should have walked away. Instead I let him pull me upstairs to his room. The second the door closed he had me against it, mouth on my neck, hands shoving under my skirt. “I saw the way you were staring at me,” he growled. “You want the real thing, don’t you? Not that shit you read on your phone.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He yanked my panties down, bent me over his desk, and shoved two thick fingers inside me without warning. I was already wet. He laughed. “Fucking soaked. Knew it. Little book slut came here hoping to get fucked like the girls in those stories.”
Jax didn’t tease. He pulled his cock out, thick and heavy, and slammed into me in one hard thrust. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk while he pounded me from behind. Every stroke was deep and brutal, his hips slapping my ass, one hand fisted in my hair. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he grunted. “Getting used by the alpha in the house. Tell me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
He flipped me onto my back on the bed, yanked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The angle made me see stars. He fucked like he was claiming territory, growling dirty praise every time I clenched around him. “Tight little cunt. Gonna fill you up so you feel it tomorrow.” When he came he stayed buried deep, pumping every drop inside me while I shook through my own orgasm.
That was only the start. Jax decided I was his new toy. The next night he texted me to come to the frat house. I walked in and found him and two of his brothers in the living room. He didn’t introduce them. He just pointed at the floor. “On your knees.”
I dropped without thinking. He unzipped and fed me his cock while the other guys watched. “Suck it like you mean it,” he ordered. I did, sloppy and eager, spit running down my chin. When he was hard again he pulled me up, bent me over the couch, and let his buddy take my mouth while he fucked me from behind. They used me like that for over an hour, passing me back and forth, calling me their good little Goodreads whore. Every time I came it was louder than the last.
By the end of the week the whole house knew. Jax liked showing me off. He’d fuck me in the kitchen while guys made sandwiches, or drag me into the shower after practice and make me ride him under the spray. He was rough, possessive, and never gentle. He’d slap my ass, choke me just enough to make my head float, and tell me exactly how many loads I was going to take that night.
One Friday he brought me to his room and locked the door. “You’re gonna come for me until you can’t think,” he said. He ate me out first, tongue ruthless, fingers curling inside until I was shaking. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, pinned my wrists, and fucked me slow and deep, whispering the filthiest things in my ear. “You’re mine now. No more pretending you’re a good girl. You’re the frat’s favorite cumdump.”
I came so hard I blacked out for a second. He kept going, using my body until he finished inside me again. Afterward he pulled me against his chest and stroked my hair, the only soft moment he ever gave. “You’re coming back tomorrow,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
I did. I kept coming back. My Goodreads shelf grew longer, full of new stories I no longer needed to read because I was living the rawest one.
Every time Jax called, I went. Every time he used me, I thanked him for it. The quiet book girl was gone. In her place was the alpha frat president’s favorite toy, and I had never been wetter or happier.
