I surged forward, taking him in one greedy slide. He was so thick my jaw ached immediately, stretching wide. The velvet heat of him filled my mouth, the taste exploding—salt, skin, man. I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss. I swirled my tongue under the head, tracing the ridge, flicking the slit to lap up more pre-cum. He groaned low, hand sliding into my hair, not guiding yet, just holding.

“Deeper,” he growled.

I relaxed my throat, pushed forward. He hit the back—gagged me instantly. My eyes watered, mascara already threatening to run. I pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. Then dove...