CHAPTER 3
JENNER
Saliva ran down my neck, soaking my chest. My jaw ached, my lips raw, but he didn’t stop.
“Gag on it.” He shoved harder, holding me down until I wheezed, throat stretched tight around him.
I slapped his thigh, desperate. He let me up only for a second.
“Breathe,” he ordered, his c**k wet and glistening with spit. “Then back down.”
I coughed, saliva stringing from my lips, chest heaving. “You—bastard—”
“Again.” He yanked my hair, dragging my mouth back over him. “Don’t talk. Suck.”
I wrapped my lips tight, sliding down with a wet, obscene sound.
“That’s it,” he grunted, hips snapping forward. “f*****g perfect.”
He groaned low, f*****g my throat harder, faster, spit flying every time he bottomed out. The wet sounds filled the cabin—slurps, gags, the smack of his hi
