Olivia counters

Olivia struggled, her heart pounding, panic rising in her throat as she tried to break free from his grip. "Let's just calm down," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "I'll do... anything you want. Just stop."

Greg's hand tightened in her hair, and he yanked her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost feral, and she could see the barely contained **** lurking beneath the surface. She knew then that there was no reasoning with him, no appealing to whatever shred of humanity might still exist within him. This was a man who had lost everything, who had nothing left to lose. A man who was willing to take whatever he wanted, by any means necessary.

She tried to reason with him. "Please, I'll suck your cock."

His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Well, ain't that a sweet offer." But his grip on her remained firm, unyielding. "You know, I've been thinking about this since the moment I saw you. That pretty mouth of yours." His thumb traced her bottom lip, pressing down hard enough to make her wince.

He released her hair then, his hand snaking around to grip the back of her neck. He shoved her down onto her knees, the hard kitchen floor biting into her skin. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear, and saw the monster he had become. Greg's face was a mask of desire and cruelty, his pupils blown wide with lust.

With a deft movement, Greg undid his belt, the sound of the metal buckle clinking against itself echoing in the otherwise silent room. He pushed his pants down, his erection springing free, and Olivia couldn't help but recoil at the sight of it. It was thick and veined, throbbing with need. He had not washed in a week, and the smell made her sick.

"Open wide," he commanded, his voice rough and low. Olivia hesitated, tears streaming down her face, and Greg's hand tightened on her neck. "I said open wide!"

Olivia did as she was told, parting her lips, and he wasted no time, thrusting his hips forward and driving his cock into her mouth. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, the taste of him filling her senses, bitter and salty. He didn't give her time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward and driving his cock deep into her throat. Olivia's eyes watered, tears streaming down her face, and her throat ached as he used her mouth mercilessly.

Greg's groans filled the room, his pleasure mounting with every thrust. He gripped her blonde hair tightly, holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. Olivia's jaw ached, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum to create a slick, obscene mess that dripped down her chin. She struggled for breath, gasping around his cock, but he paid her no mind, chasing his own pleasure with a single-minded determination.

"Fuck, that's it," Greg growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all."

"Ghh...ghhh...ghhh,"Olivia gagged, the sensation of his cock pressing against the back of her throat making her stomach roil. She tried to push him away, her hands scrabbling at his thighs, but he was relentless, his hips relentless in their rhythm.

Time seemed to slow as Greg used her, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his grip on her hair tightening almost painfully. Olivia felt numb, disconnected from her body, as if she were watching the scene unfold from a distance. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing, couldn't escape the humiliation and fear that coursed through her veins. And then, without warning, Greg let out a strangled moan, his body stiffening as his orgasm crashed over him.

Hot, thick cum flooded Olivia's mouth, the salty, bitter taste of it filling her senses. She gagged, **** on the viscous fluid, and he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connecting his softening cock to her lips. Greg looked down at her, panting heavily, and a cruel smile twisted his lips.

Olivia collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath and spitting out the remnants of his orgasm. Her throat was raw, her jaw ached, and her dignity lay in tatters.