He pushes between my lips, his fingers tight against my skull. I try to stifle my moan, but it doesn't help much. I push deeper, let him hit the back of my throat. I gag a little, then adjust. I want him to know I’ll keep trying.
His voice drops low. “You weren’t built for this.”
I suck harder.
“But you’re learning fast.”
I moan around him, and his fingers tighten slightly.
“You like doing this?”
I hum.
He pulls back, just enough to keep me wanting. My lips chase him.
“You want to make me come?”
I nod.
He grunts in approval and I see his hand stroke my hair. "Show me then, Harper. Show me you want to serve me."
He grips my jaw, and I open my mouth. He shoves his dick in. I moan, but not in pain.
Roman's cock fills my mouth, and I savor the feeling of being used by him. He's taking control, and I'm loving every second of it. His grip on my chin tightens, and he starts to fuck my face.
With forceful, controlled strokes, he moves in and out, making his muscles twitch with exertion. I relax, letting him have his way with me; he's taking his pleasure, as he should.
He slides my mouth down his cock slowly. "Such an insatiable little whore, aren't you?"
I don't respond, just let out a muffled murmur around him. He continues to thrust into my mouth in tempo with his words.
Finally, I hear the loudest groan escape his lips. My mouth is forcefully filled with the taste of his salty cum as he pushes his release down my throat.
He lets me go.
The office is silent for a moment as I struggle to swallow his load and catch my breath.
“Get on the couch.” The sound echoes with authority.
I do without question. Knees up. He doesn’t even bother telling me to take off my underwear. He just yanks it down and spreads my thighs.
“You didn’t think you were getting a reward for effort, did you?”
My head falls back against the cushion. “I’m still learning.”
He leans over me, fingers sliding between my legs like he owns every inch.
“Then let’s keep going.”
He strokes me just enough to make my legs shake. When I reach down to stop him, over already, he grabs my wrist and pins it to the cushion.
I cry out as the rhythm deepens. His fingers work faster.
“You were so eager to taste me,” he murmurs. “Now I want to watch you fall apart.”
I come fast. Too fast. It’s messy, loud, and full-body.
He watches the whole thing with no reaction.
