I took more. He pushed until I gagged, held me there with a fist in my hair, then eased back just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath before thrusting deeper again. Spit ran down my chin. Tears pricked my eyes. He f****d my mouth in slow, controlled strokes, eyes locked on mine the entire time, like he was memorizing the way I looked with my lips stretched around him.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Look at you. Broke, desperate, and already choking on my c**k like you were made for it. f**k. The sounds you make…”
He pulled free with a wet pop. A thick string of spit connected my swollen lips to the head of his c**k. I was panting, eyes watery, cunt throbbing so hard I squeezed my thighs together for relief. Adrian noticed and smiled, dark and pleased.
“Up. Hands on the back of the couch.
