Beg For It

I shook my head up at him and pressed my lips together. He would have to do more than just—

He slapped me across the face with his palm and pulled my jaw open with his hand. I spit out the panties. Forcing himself in my mouth, he thrust all the way down my throat, not giving me any room to breathe.

He drove his dick all the way down my throat until his balls were pressing against my lips. And even then, he forced himself farther down my throat, so some of his balls were inside my mouth. I stared up at him through teary eyes.

He roughly hit the back of my head with his hand, making sure I took as much of him as I could.

I placed my hands on his thighs, trying to push him away, but he held me tighter against him. Spit and drool filled my mouth, and I gargled in an attempt to breathe.

He pinched my nose closed, so I couldn’t breathe. I gagged on him, the spit running down my chin, while my cheeks flushed.

God, I loved this. I loved this so fucking much.

“Tell me that you’re a whore, an