I jerked my hand faster.
The wet slap of skin echoed in the silence.
Slick.
Hard.
Obscene.
I spat in my hand and kept going. Fisting my c**k with both hands now. One at the base. The other working the shaft. The thick length of it gleamed in the dim light, flushed and angry, the head dark purple and spitting precum down my abs in sticky trails.
I tipped my head back.
Groaned.
Then pictured her.
On her knees.
Mouth open.
Tears running down her cheeks as she tried to fit the head between her lips and couldn’t.
“f*****g gag on it,” I growled. “You’d cry the second I made you lick it. You’d choke. Your throat would stretch, and I still wouldn’t stop.”
I gripped tighter. Stroked harder. My hips bucked into my fists like I was already buried in her mouth.
“Take it, baby,” I snarled
