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How far will you go to win, and at what cost?

The morning sun broke through the blinds in sharp golden lines, cutting across Eddie's face as he lay sprawled naked across the sheets. His day off had turned into a luxurious sleep-in, muscles heavy and relaxed from a week of hard labor. The doorbell shattered the silence.

BZZZZT.

He groaned, rolling over and checking his phone. 10:47 AM. Fuck.

BZZZZZT. Longer this time. Impatient.

Eddie swung his legs over the bed, still half-asleep. He didn't bother with pants, just shuffled to the front door in nothing but his pair of gray boxer briefs, the fabric thin and worn from countless washes. His mind was still foggy with sleep as he twisted the deadbolt and pulled the door open.

The morning air hit his bare chest, cool and refreshing. And then he saw them.

Two people stood on his doorstep. A white guy about his age, holding a clipboard and wearing a bright yellow charity vest. And next to him, a girl—young, black, with smooth dark skin and big brown eyes that went wide the second she looked at him. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, maybe seventeen. She wore a matching yellow vest over a tight white tank top and shorts that hugged her thighs.

"Oh—uh, sorry," Eddie stammered, suddenly extremely aware of his state. He crossed his arms over his chest, but that only made his biceps flex, the veins prominent.

The boyfriend started talking—something about a charity drive, collecting donations for underprivileged youth, trying to win a regional contest. Eddie nodded along, barely listening, because he could feel her staring.

Anna's gaze traveled down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and stopped at his crotch. The gray boxers left nothing to the imagination, especially not with the prominent bulge pushing against the fabric. Morning wood. Hard and thick, the outline of his cock pressed visibly against the cotton, the head forming a clear ridge near his hip.

She licked her lips.

Eddie felt heat rush to his face. "Yeah, sure, hold on." He grabbed his wallet from the nearby table, pulled out a few crumpled bills—maybe four or five dollars—and shoved them into the boyfriend's hand. "There. Good luck."

He shut the door before they could say another word, leaning against it and exhaling. Fuck. That was awkward. He could still picture the way her eyes had lingered.

Three hours later.

Eddie had showered, dressed in loose shorts and a t-shirt, and was halfway through a sandwich when the knock came. He opened the door expecting a package delivery.

It was Anna. Alone this time. No vest. No clipboard. Just her in a crop top and those same shorts, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail.

"Hey," she said, shifting her weight. Her voice was softer now, less professional. "Sorry to bother you again. Can I come in for a sec?"

Eddie's brow furrowed, but he stepped aside. "Sure."

She walked past him, close enough that he caught a whiff of her perfume—something sweet, like vanilla. She turned to face him in the middle of his living room.

"So, about the charity thing." She toyed with a strand of her hair. "There's a contest. First person to raise a thousand bucks wins this trip to Hawaii. All expenses paid. I really, really want to win it."

"That's... a lot of money."

"I know." She stepped closer. "That's why I'm willing to do anything to get there."

Her hand moved before he could react, palm pressing flat against the front of his shorts. He was already half-hard from the anticipation, but her touch made him spring fully to attention, his cock straining against the fabric.

"You can feel that?" she whispered, stroking him through the shorts. "You can feel how much I want this? How much I want you?"

Eddie's breath hitched. "Anna, you're—"

"I'm legal," she cut him off, her fingers finding the waistband. "And I'm here. I'm offering. Take it or leave it."

He took it.

He pulled her into a kiss, deep and hungry, his hands finding the bare skin of her waist beneath the crop top. She moaned against his mouth as he walked her backward until her thighs hit the edge of his couch. They broke apart long enough for her to yank her top over her head, revealing small, perky tits with dark nipples already stiff from the cool air.

Eddie's mouth went straight for them, sucking and licking as she gasped and arched her back. His fingers worked the button of her shorts, pulling them down along with her panties. She kicked them aside, now completely naked in his living room, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her dark skin.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he growled, his voice rough.

He stripped off his own shirt, then pushed his shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with precum. Anna's eyes widened as she took in the full view—seven inches of veined, uncut meat, curving slightly upward.

"Jesus," she breathed.

"You wanted this." He stepped closer, his shaft brushing against her stomach.

"Yeah," she whispered. "I do."

She dropped to her knees without hesitation.

Her hand wrapped around his base, warm and soft, and she gave a few experimental strokes before leaning in. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the tip, tasting the salt of his precum. She moaned at the flavor and took him deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft inch by inch until she had half his length inside her mouth.

"Fuck, yeah," Eddie groaned, his hand finding the back of her head. "Just like that."

She bobbed her head, taking more each time, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head. Saliva dripped down his shaft, glistening in the afternoon light. She gagged once when he hit the back of her throat, but she pushed through it, determined. Her hand worked the part of his cock her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in perfect rhythm.

Eddie let her work for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of the young girl on her knees, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him with desperate hunger. But he wanted more.

He pulled her up by the shoulders and guided her onto the couch, positioning her on her back with her legs spread wide. Her pussy was already glistening, the folds slick and dark. He could see her clit, swollen and begging for attention.

"You ready for me?" he asked, lining his cock up with her entrance.

"God, yes. Please. Fuck me."

He pushed in.

The sound she made—a sharp cry of pleasure and surprise—rang through the room. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, as he buried himself to the hilt. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust, but she bucked her hips impatiently.

"Move," she begged. "Please, move."

Eddie obliged.

He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers with wet, rhythmic sounds. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her head thrown back, mouth open in a constant stream of moans. He grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, and angled his strokes to hit deeper, harder.

"Yes, yes, yes—fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—"

He leaned down, crushing his mouth against hers, swallowing her cries as he drove into her. She clawed at his back, nails raking down his skin, leaving red marks that would bruise later. He didn't care. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her wet ass with every pounding thrust.

"I'm gonna—I'm gonna come—" she gasped, her voice breaking.

"Come for me," he grunted. "Come on my cock."

That was all it took.

Her body arched, her back bowing off the couch as a violent orgasm ripped through her. She screamed, her pussy clenching and spasming around him in waves, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and then she went limp—completely unconscious, her body finally giving out from the intensity.

Eddie didn't stop.

He kept fucking her, her limp body bouncing with every thrust, her pussy still milking him with involuntary contractions. He flipped her onto her stomach, her ass raised, and drove into her from behind. Each stroke was deep and punishing, her flesh rippling with the impact.

Minutes passed. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back. He felt the pressure building, his balls tightening, the familiar coil ready to snap.

With a final, guttural roar, he buried himself deep and came. Hot ropes of cum shot into her, filling her pussy, leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting through the aftershocks. He emptied everything he had into her, painting her insides white.

When he finally pulled out, a trail of cum dripped onto the couch cushion. He collapsed beside her, breathing heavy, his chest heaving.

She stirred after a few minutes, blinking slowly. "Did we...?"

"Yeah," he said, smirking. "We definitely did."

She smiled, exhausted but satisfied. She gathered her clothes, dressed slowly, and left with a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks you for your donation."

Six months later.

The knock came on a Sunday afternoon.

Eddie opened the door to an empty hallway. But on the ground, there was a yellow envelope. No return address. Just his name written in neat cursive.

He tore it open inside.

The first thing he saw was the photograph: Anna, her skin glowing under a Hawaiian sun, her belly round and full with pregnancy. Next to her, the boyfriend—grinning, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other holding a drink with a tiny umbrella. In the background, palm trees and turquoise water.

He stared at it for a long moment, then looked at the second item. A note, written on lined paper.

"Thank you for your donation."

He turned the paper over. On the other side, someone had doodled a cartoonish scene: several sperm cells with comical faces swimming toward a single egg labeled "FIRST PLACE."