Blow him

Mark pulls you up, pulling you closer until the heat of his cock presses against your inner lower torso. “Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, voice rough with hunger. “Jo’s pretty little body, all **** and begging for me.” His thumb swipes through your slickness, spreading it in slow, taunting circles. “You're so wet, Jackie. Couldn’t even wait, could you? Crawled right to me when Jo couldn't give you what you wanted.”

A whimper tears from your throat.

Mark’s hand shoves down on your shoulder, forcing you to your knees with a sharp gasp. The hardwood bites into your bare skin as you kneel before him, pulse hammering where his thumb presses against your jaw.

"Open." His voice is a dark command, fingers tightening in your hair as he drags your face closer to where his cock stands thick and impatient. A slick bead of precum glistens at the tip, and your mouth waters despite the shame coiling hot in your belly.

"Pathetic," he laughs.

Your lips tremble, breath hitching as you stare at the thick length bobbing before you. The musk of him fills your nose, salt and sweat and something primal that makes your throat clench with need.

"Wait," Mark growls, his grip in your hair tightening just enough to make your scalp sting. You whine, high and ****, but he ignores it, reaching for his phone on the nightstand with his free hand. The screen lights up, casting sharp shadows across his smirk.

"Gonna remember this," he murmurs, thumb swiping to open the camera.

The light on the back of his phone shines in your face, as it captures your flushed cheeks, your parted lips hovering just inches from his cock. Mark angles the screen downward, ensuring every humiliating detail is framed perfectly: your trembling knees on the hardwood, the way your fingers clutch at your own thighs to stop them from shaking, the slick shine between your legs betraying how much your traitorous body wants this.

"Say please," he orders, nudging the swollen head of his cock against your bottom lip. The taste bursts across your tongue, salt, heat, him, before you can even obey. Your moan vibrates against his skin as he pushes forward, the thick ridge of him dragging over your tongue.

Your lips seal around him instinctively, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him deeper. The weight of his cock presses your tongue flat, the thick vein along the underside dragging against your palate in a way that makes your throat flutter. Mark’s groan vibrates through you as his hips jerk forward, the blunt head nudging the back of your throat. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes when he doesn’t let you pull back, his grip in your hair keeping you impaled on him as he starts a ruthless rhythm.

Precum leaks onto your tongue, the bitter-salt of it flooding your senses until all you taste is him, all you smell is the musk of his skin.

"This is good," mark moaned, as he filmed you blowing him. Your lips stretched around him, spit-slick and trembling. Jo would lose her mind if she saw this. The thought sends a bolt of shame through you, but it only makes your cunt clench tighter around nothing, a fresh trickle of wetness soaking your thighs.

Mark’s fingers tighten in your hair, forcing your nose into the coarse curls at his base. “Eyes up,” he commands, the phone’s camera light burning into your tear-glazed vision. You whimper around his cock, throat fluttering as he drags you back just enough to let you gasp for air,only to shove you down again, deeper this time.

“Look at you,” he sneers, voice thick with dark amusement. “Even when you were a guy, you wanted this, didn’t you? Bet you jerked off imagining my cock down your throat.” His hips snap forward, forcing another inch past your lips, and your gag reflex twitches violently.

Mark’s hips stutter as he laughs, the sound dark and thick with arousal. “Fuck, you should’ve seen Jo take it,” he groans, dragging the swollen head of his cock along your tongue just to watch you shiver. “Used to beg for it every night, couldn’t get enough once she knew what my dick felt like inside her.” His grip tightens, forcing your lips to stretch wider as he feeds you another inch. “Even Kate didn’t suck me off like this."

You couldn't help but feel humilated, but so turned on, you were on auto pilot. Your pussy ached, you still needed to be fucked hard, you cursed Jo in your mind for not doing it, for you coming here. Even though you were in the posistion, it wasn't too late still... surely?