Page 124 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

“Shut up.” Ody spat again. “Weren’t you the one asking what I’d do to you? You’ll see.” He pushed his finger deeper.

Mano cried out, his hands tightening into the sheets, his whole body tensing under him.

“What’s wrong, tough guy?” Ody murmured, watching him. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

“Hah… Ody, I swear I’m gonna—ah!”

“You just keep moaning,” Ody said, his tone sharp, controlled. “You wanted me to put you in your place after the way you talked to me, didn’t you?”

Mano let out a strained scoff between breaths, forcing it out despite the way his body reacted. “You think you’re doing something impressive right now? You want me to show you how it’s done?”

Ody’s expression shifted. His finger stilled before he pulled it out. His gaze fixed on Mano as he pressed his fat cockhead against his rim.

“What are you doing?” Mano’s eyes snapped open. “It’s not gonna go in!”

“I’ll make it,” Ody said. “You just won’t be able to walk for a couple of days.” His voice lowered. “That’s what you wanted, right, baby?”

He pushed the tip in. Mano’s body went rigid around him. Ody let saliva drip onto his hand, and spread it over himself, moving an inch deeper. Mano cried out, the sound torn between pain and pleasure.

“Shh… what if the others hear you?” Ody teased, grinding into him. “What if they figure out that the guy they all worshipped on the beach like a God is getting fucked… and loving every second of it?”

Mano whimpered, his eyes closed.

“Keep going, big guy. What were you saying about Ranya earlier?” he asked, grabbing Mano’s waist and pushing all the way in.

Mano groaned, his eyes snapping open. His body rocked against the mattress as he stared up at Ody.

“Go on,” Ody said, thrusting. “You said you could do whatever you wanted to me. So why are you a panting mess, getting your fuckhole wrecked?” His voice dropped as he planted his fists on the mattress beside Mano’s head, their faces close.

“Ah, fuck—” Mano choked out.

“That’s right,” Ody said, giving him a small, satisfied nod. “Keep your mouth shut.”

Mano scoffed, forcing a cocky smile onto his lips. “I don’t feel anything. Want me to show you how real men fuck?”

Ody’s eyes narrowed. Something in his expression shifted, darker now. He pulled out, making Mano groan. Before Mano could react, Ody grabbed his arm and yanked him up. Mano stumbled forward, barely catching himself, only for Ody to push him down onto all fours, turning him toward the mirror.

“You wanna show me how real men fuck? Yeah, Mano?” he said, his voice edged with sarcasm.

Mano lifted his hands off the bed, his gaze catching on his reflection, his bare body exposed in the mirror with Ody standing right behind him.

Ody closed the distance, wrapping his arms around him, holding him still.

Their eyes met in the reflection.

“Look at your face, Mano.” His grip tightened. “Look closely the whole time I fuck you.” He pushed him back down onto all fours. “I’m gonna shut that smart mouth of yours.” He spat into his hole and pushed himself in.

Mano’s body arched, his hands curling into fists.

“How does it feel to get fucked in the same position you had all your girls in?” Ody asked.

“Fuck you, Ody,” Mano shot back, but it didn’t come out as steady as he meant it to.

Ody didn’t ease up. He went harder, deeper, pulling a broken sound out of him. “Look in the mirror, Mano.”

Mano’s head dropped, a moan escaping him.

“Look at yourself getting fucked by another man.” He rocked into him, and Mano’s head dropped lower.