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George’s gaze dragged over me like a physical touch. It was slow, hungry, and deeply appreciative. My nipples tightened under his stare, and my cock jerked visibly in response.

“On your knees again.”

I sank down onto the hardwood, keeping my eyes lowered, my fists clenched tightly on my thighs.

“Look at me.”

I obeyed. His eyes were pure black fire.

“Color?”

“Green, Sir.”

He leaned down and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to my forehead. Then, his voice dropped into a filthy whisper against my skin. “Now open that pretty mouth. We’re going to see how well that throat takes my cock while you’re still scared and dripping for it.”

I parted my lips, my heart hammering against my ribs, every nerve screaming with terror and a desperate, shameful need as he slowly pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down.

George’s cock sprang free, thick, heavy, already rock-hard, and curving slightly upward. The shaft was heavily veined and flushed a dark, angry purple, the swollen head glistening with a heavy bead of pre-cum at the slit. It looked obscene: long, girthy, and utterly intimidating. The musky scent of him hit me instantly. His clean skin, faint soap, and raw male arousal.

He wrapped one large hand around the base and tapped the heavy weight of it against my cheek with a wet slap. Once. Twice. The humiliation burned through me, but my own cock throbbed painfully between my legs, dripping steadily onto the floor.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered.

I looked up. His expression was dark and predatory, his lips slightly parted.

“Open wider. Tongue out.”

I obeyed, sticking my tongue flat as he guided the thick head past my lips. The taste of him exploded on my tongue. It was salty and addictively masculine. He pushed in slowly at first, letting me adjust to the stretch, but I could feel the restraint vibrating in his thighs, the way his abs flexed with the absolute effort of holding back.

“That’s it... fuck, look at you. Already drooling for it,” he growled.

He slid deeper, inch by inch, until the head bumped the back of my throat. My eyes watered instantly. I tried to breathe through my nose, but he didn’t give me long to recover. One large hand fisted tightly into my hair, locking my head in place as he rolled his hips forward and pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

“Relax your throat, baby. Let me in.”

I gagged hard around him, my throat convulsing, but he kept pressing forward until my nose was buried flat against his pelvis, his heavy balls resting against my chin. My vision blurred entirely with tears. Spit leaked from the corners of my stretched lips, dripping down my chin in messy strings.

George groaned, the sound low and filthy. “Good boy. Such a greedy fucking throat. You were made for this.”

He held himself there, buried to the hilt, savoring the way my throat spasmed and fluttered around his shaft. My lungs burned. Just when black spots started dancing in my vision, he pulled back, letting me suck in a desperate gasp of air. Thick strands of saliva connected my gasping mouth to his glistening steel.

I barely had time to breathe before he thrust back in, much harder this time. He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, pulling out just enough for me to catch a breath, then slamming back down my throat with wet, obscene sounds. The grip in my hair was iron-tight, using it like a handle to fuck my face exactly how he wanted.

“Fuck—yes. Take it. Take every inch. Own that desperation.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks now. My throat felt raw and completely abused, yet I kept my hands obediently pinned to my thighs, fighting the natural urge to push him away. My cock was painfully hard, twitching and leaking with every deep thrust, entirely untouched.

George’s pace grew more savage. He fucked my mouth with deep, punishing strokes, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against my chin. Drool and pre-cum coated my face, dripping onto my chest.

“Ummhh,” I moaned around him. Every time I choked or gagged, he groaned in pleasure, clearly getting off on the physical struggle.

“Look at me while I ruin this pretty mouth,” he snarled.

I forced my watery eyes up to meet his. The sight of him, his shoulder muscles glistening with fresh sweat, his jaw clenched, and his eyes burning with raw lust made my stomach clench with a terrifyingly shameful arousal.

He reached down, wiping my tears away with his thumb. “You’re mine now, Sig. This throat belongs to me. Every time you swallow for the next week, you’re going to remember exactly how deep I was.”

He pulled out suddenly, the strings of saliva breaking as he slapped his slick shaft against my tongue and cheeks again. I gasped for air, coughing, but he immediately shoved back in, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts that made my throat bulge visibly from the outside.