He takes charge

Caitlin’s breath hitched—just slightly—before she let her shirt ride higher, exposing the lace edge of her panties. "Maybe I do," she murmured, taking another step forward until her knees brushed the mattress. Her fingers trailed over the tangled sheets, still warm from the **** of before, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

John’s hand shot out, fingers tangling in Caitlin’s hair before she could react. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he yanked her forward, her knees hitting the floor with a muffled thud. The scent of his arousal filled her nostrils—musky and thick—as he dragged her face toward his still-hard cock, the flushed tip glistening just inches from her parted lips.

"Open," he commanded, voice rough with authority, his grip tightening until her scalp burned.

Caitlin’s breath came in shallow bursts, her pulse fluttering beneath her skin as she hesitated—just for a second—before obeying.

Caitlin’s breath hitched as John’s grip tightened in her hair, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he dragged her face toward his throbbing cock. The flushed tip glistened just inches from her mouth, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils.

“Open,” he commanded, his voice rough and authoritative.

Caitlin hesitated—just for a second—before obediently parting her lips, letting his thick length push past her soft palate, the head breaching her throat. She swallowed around him, her throat muscles fluttering and squeezing along his shaft as she worked him deeper.

John’s lips curled into a sneer as Caitlin gagged around him, her throat fluttering like a caged bird. "Pathetic," he muttered, thrusting deeper until her nose pressed against his pelvis, her tears smearing his skin. The wet heat of her mouth, the way her fingers clawed weakly at his thighs—it all fed the dark hunger coiling in his gut. They’re all the same, he thought, watching her mascara streak. Begging for it, even when they pretend not to.

His free hand fisted in the sheets as he rocked into her, the slap of flesh against her **** whimpers filling the room.

John’s sneer twisted into something darker as Caitlin’s muffled whimpers vibrated around his cock. He yanked her head back just enough to let her gasp for air, saliva stringing between her swollen lips and his glistening shaft.

"Wow," she choked out, her voice raw, eyes glazed with something between pain and hunger. "You’re not the same as when we first met." Her tongue dragged over her bottom lip, catching the mess he’d left there. "I love that you’re taking charge."