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All the tension drained from my body in an instant. I went loose, my hands sliding off his thighs to rest limply on mine. Loud, gagging moans tightened my throat around every thrust of his cock, the retching sounds echoing through the empty room.

When he started to shake, he pulled back to glide his cock languidly over my tongue, letting me inhale a trembling breath.

He roughly jostled my head, making me whimper. “Suck it.”

I closed my lips around him tightly and sucked, a ragged moan reverberating in my chest. He tasted clean and his cock was surprisingly hot, given how cool he ran.

“You want my cum, don’t you?” His voice was an unsteady snarl, hips jerking to fuck my mouth. “You’re dying for it.”

“Mmm.” My brows pinched in desperation, hands twitching on my thighs.

I want it.

“Yeah, well, you don’t deserve it.” He started thrusting into my mouth faster, breaths sawing out of him. “You haven’t earned it. Maybe suck my dick a bit better next time, and I’ll let you have it.”

He said it even as his hips’ movements grew jerky, thighs quaking, and a tight groan left him before he abruptly yanked his cock free and fisted it. I kept my mouth open and stuck my tongue out, waiting for him to fill me again. I was nothing but a needy hole, a vessel for his release.

Vince groaned, stroking his cock furiously as his other hand clenched my hair tighter, holding me in place. “Why don’t I come all over that arrogant fucking face instead?”

“Please,” I whispered. It was better than nothing. My hands shot out to grasp his tense calves in a submissive gesture that shocked me, but I was too desperate to ponder it.

He grabbed the sensitive pointed tip of my ear roughly, making me shudder with pleasure, and aggressively held me still as his fist stuttered on his cock.

With a ragged shout, he came all over my face. A stripe of cum landed on my tongue, and my throat tingled with the need to swallow it, but I kept my mouth open in the hopes of catching even more. It coated my nose and cheek, dripped from my eyebrow and ran down to mingle with the spit on my chin.

Vince’s panting breaths echoed around the room as he slowed his trembling fist and squeezed the base of his cock. After a few seconds, he released the death grip on my ear, making me wince, and took an unsteady step back.

I finally closed my mouth and swallowed the cum on my tongue, my eyes wanting to roll back as my cock jerked with a gush of pre-cum. I wanted more. My hand shaking, I lifted it to my face and collected the cum on my cheek so I could suck it greedily off my fingers.

“Fuck,” Vince panted, then swallowed. “Uh… shit.”

When I realised in a sickening rush that he was no longer feeling the same mindless desperation that still racked me, I stiffened and yanked my fingers out of my mouth, the blood draining from my face.

I couldn’t look at him. I stared in horror at his slowly softening cock while his cum cooled on my face.

“Um…” Vince leaned down to grab his towel, his legs looking unsteady, and wrapped it back around his hips. “Crossbody…”

“Fuck off,” I blurted, unpleasant shivers prickling over my skin, even as my cock continued to throb in my shorts.

He froze in the middle of knotting his towel. “What?”

“Fuck off, Vince,” I gritted out, a different and unpleasant kind of humiliation flooding every inch of my tense body. I wanted to stand up and walk away, but I couldn’t move. It was like my knees were locked to the hard ground.

“I’m—I—” Guilt bled into his hoarse voice. “I was pretty rough with you. Let me—”

When I saw a pale grey hand reaching for me, I flinched and barked, “Don’t touch me,” even though my body was still yearning for… something.

But not from him. No. Just because he’d fucked my throat, that didn’t mean I wanted anything from him. I certainly didn’t need anything from him.

I hated him.

I hated him even more now.

His fucking cum was on my face. My jaw was sore, and my tongue felt numb, and my throat ached when I swallowed.

“Just fuck off,” I barked when he didn’t move, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air.

He stiffened and pulled it back, gripping his towel. “Look, I get that we don’t—”