I worked my tongue along the underside, tracing the thick vein that throbbed with every push, trying to make it good for him, to calm whatever fury had him like this. But he wasn't gentle, his balls slapping my chin rhythmically as he picked up speed. The room filled with wet, slurping sounds, my mouth stretched taut, gagging every few strokes when he went too far. My jaw ached, my lips were numb, but the way he shuddered above me, with his breath hitching, made heat coil in my gut. Why was he doing this? Coming back for seconds like he couldn't get enough, like one round on the table hadn't satisfied the beast in him. Was it possession, fear, or just raw need?He released my wrists suddenly, and I braced my hands on his thighs again, pushing back a little to catch my breath, but he yanked my head forward, burying himself to the hilt. '“No fighting…suck harder.” He said and I obeyed, bobbing my head now and taking him as deep as I could without gagging, my throat relaxing from the e
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