CHAPTER 6
JENNER
Tears spilled down my cheeks, spit dripping from my chin. My moans were muffled, vibrating against him.
Another voice cut in, low and taunting. “Look at her—choking and still drooling for it.”
Hands tugged my hair back, forcing my gaze up. The Captain stood over me, arms folded, eyes locked on mine.
“Don’t look away,” he ordered.
My throat convulsed as the man shoved deeper, but I held the Captain’s stare, my shame unraveling under his smirk.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “My perfect little display.”
Heat coiled low in my stomach, wrong and intoxicating.
“Switch,” the Captain commanded.
The first man groaned, pulling free, spit and pre-c*m smeared across my lips. Another instantly took his place, shoving himself past my mouth.
“f**k yes,” he hissed. “She’s hungry.”
