CHAPTER 3

JENNER

Saliva ran down my neck, soaking my chest. My jaw ached, my lips raw, but he didn’t stop.

“Gag on it.” He shoved harder, holding me down until I wheezed, throat stretched tight around him.

I slapped his thigh, desperate. He let me up only for a second.

“Breathe,” he ordered, his cock wet and glistening with spit. “Then back down.”

I coughed, saliva stringing from my lips, chest heaving. “You—bastard—”

“Again.” He yanked my hair, dragging my mouth back over him. “Don’t talk. Suck.”

I wrapped my lips tight, sliding down with a wet, obscene sound.

“That’s it,” he grunted, hips snapping forward. “Fucking perfect.”

He...