Ben finishes off

"Open wide and take it," Ben ordered, his grip tightening in her hair as his hips began to stutter. "Swallow every fucking drop. Don't waste any of it"

Emma obeyed instantly. She kept her jaw unhinged, her throat working desperately as thick, hot ropes of his cum shot against the back of her palate. It tasted musky, sharp, and not overdifferent to her boyfriends. She swallowed hard, her throat convulsing around the pulsing head, making sure to milk every last drop from him. When he finally went soft, she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she used her tongue to sweep the stray, sticky mess from the corners of her mouth, licking her lips clean in a display of absolute, eager submission.

He finally let go of her hair, stepping back with a heavy, satisfied sigh. He looked down at her—her face flushed, eyes watery, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead, looking up at him like a devoted pet. A slow, arrogant smirk spread across his stubbled face.

"Not bad," he said, his tone shifting from mocking to something almost approving. "Much improved from that **** mess you were a minute ago. You actually managed to take it like a good little slut."

The praise hit Emma like a shot of adrenaline. After the relentless degradation, those few words of validation sent a warm, thrilling rush straight to her core. She looked up at him, her heart fluttering with a ****, pathetic need to hear him say it again. The disgust she once felt for his messiness was completely gone, replaced by a burning desire to earn more of his twisted approval. She wanted him to be pleased with her.

Before she could bask in the moment, a shrill, cheerful ringtone shattered the heavy silence of the living room.

She froze. The sound was coming from her phone on the other couch. She scrambled to grab it, her hands shaking violently as she picked it up. The screen lit up with a single, terrifying word: Tom.

She swallowed hard, her throat still tasting of him, and swiped to answer, putting the phone to her ear. Her voice came out breathless and unnaturally high. "H-Hey, babe."

"Hey babe," His voice chirped through the speaker, oblivious and cheerful. "Good news, I'm leaving the office now. Should be home soon. You hungry? I can pick up dinner on the way."

Emma's eyes snapped up to meet Ben's. He was still standing there, completely unbothered, his sweat-stained shirt clinging to his chest, his soft, messy cock still glistening with her saliva. He caught her panicked gaze and slowly, deliberately, brought two fingers to his own lips, mimicking the act of sucking, before pointing directly at her soaked panties.

"I... um..." Emma stammered, her mind racing, caught between the terrifying reality of her boyfriend returning and the electric, taboo thrill of the man standing right in front of her. "No, no dinner. I'm... I'm fine. See you soon."

She hung up, her chest heaving, the phone slipping from her sweaty palm onto the couch cushion.

Ben chuckled, a dark, predatory sound that made her shiver. "Close call, huh?" He took a slow step toward her, his eyes dropping to the damp, clinging fabric between her legs. "A little earlier and you'd have been answering with your mouth full."