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

“Deeper,” he rasped.

I relaxed my throat, pushed forward. He hit the back—gagged me instantly. My eyes watered, tears prickling. I pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. Then dove again, harder. Took more. Gagged louder. The wet,...