My knees ached against the cold hallway tile. The grout lines pressed into my skin like tiny ridges, grounding me even as my head spun. Victor’s hand was fisted in my hair—tight at the roots, not pulling yet, just holding me exactly where he wanted. His cock filled my mouth completely—thick, hot, heavy on my tongue. The head bumped the back of my throat on every shallow thrust, making my gag reflex flare. Spit flooded my mouth instantly, too much to swallow, so it leaked from the corners of my lips and ran down my chin in warm, sticky strings.

I tried to push against his thighs. My palms flattened...