I took more. He pushed until I gagged, held me there with a fist in my hair, then eased back just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath before thrusting deeper again. Spit ran down my chin. Tears pricked my eyes. He fucked my mouth in slow, controlled strokes, eyes locked on mine the entire time, like he was memorizing the way I looked with my lips stretched around him.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Look at you. Broke, desperate, and already choking on my cock like you were made for it. Fuck. The sounds you make…”

He pulled free with a wet pop. A thick string of spit...