CHAPTER 2
CHLOE
“f**k, look at you,” he rasps, unzipping with one hand while the other fists my hair. “Already full of someone else’s c*m and still begging for more.”
His c**k springs out—dark, thick, curved upward, a fat bead of precum already leaking from the slit. He doesn’t give me time to breathe—just feeds it between my lips, stretching my jaw wide.
“Suck it, pretty girl. Get it nice and wet for that sloppy little hole.”
I moan around him, tongue swirling, tasting salt and skin and the faint rubber of his bike helmet. He f***s my throat in short, ruthless thrusts, balls slapping my chin, drool pouring down my neck and soaking my crop top.
“Yeah—f**k—just like that. You love being a cumrag, don’t you?”
I try to nod, but he’s holding my head too tight. My eyes water. My p***y th
