Mira's POV

He tightened his grip on my hair and pushed my head down once more, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. This time it slid deeper, pushing into my throat. I gagged harder, throat convulsing and squeezing around the thick head, spit and mess dripping down his shaft and onto his balls. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes but I kept going, breathing through my nose, letting him use my mouth however he wanted.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with pleasure. “On your knees with your stepdad’s cock down your throat. Cleaning up the mess like a good little slut. You taste that?...