His c**k slid wet across my tongue as he pushed deeper, and the filthy sound of it—slick, obscene—echoed in my ears louder than my own frantic heartbeat.
“f**k,” he growled, voice rough with hunger, hand tightening in my hair. “You’re even sweeter than I imagined.”
Imagined? My mind stuttered, but I didn’t have time to think. He was relentless, feeding me more of him until my lips stretched painfully wide, my throat working around his thick length. My hands braced against his thighs, solid muscle beneath my fingers, the tattoos wrapping up his skin seeming to writhe with each shallow thrust.
I gagged, choked on him, and the bastard groaned like it only made him harder.
Then he yanked me off suddenly, spit and precum dripping down my chin, a wet string connecting my swollen lips to the
