Chapter Eight; You Like That?

"Mmph!" Tears stung my eyes as his hard length slid down my throat in one powerful thrust. My hands pressed against his thighs, seeking relief from the pressure, but his grip on my hair tightened, keeping me in place. Pain shot through my scalp, yet instead of wincing, I moaned shamelessly, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.

Damn, why did that feel so good?

"You like that?" Amusement laced his tone, followed by a low groan rumbling in his chest.

In response, I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick, catching him off guard. I refused to let him have all the control, and pride swelled in my chest as I felt him twitch in my mouth. It was as if I were possessed; my body moved on its own, succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure pulsing through my veins.

He was so hard, big, and damn hot. I had to breathe through my nose to avoid suffocating, saliva dripping from my lips as his movements grew faster. He gave me no chance to catch my breath as he continued to thrust mercile