I couldn’t answer with words. I just moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and wet. The vibration made him curse and thrust forward again.

He started fucking my throat in steady strokes. Not fast yet, but deep. Every time he pushed in I felt my throat stretch around the thickness of him. My nose pressed against his stomach when he went all the way in. Spit was everywhere now — on my chin, on his cock, soaking into the front of my dress. I could feel tears slipping from the corners of my eyes but I didn’t try to stop them. I just kept my mouth open and let...