Not a nice time...

The next slap came harder, snapping your head back with a wet crack, your vision blurred for a second. His free hand fumbled with his belt, the leather hissing as he jerked it open, shoving his pants down just enough to free himself. You barely had time to blink before he was pressing the hot, stiff length of him against your thigh, nowhere near as thick as Malik’s, nowhere near, but the way his breath stuttered at the contact made your stomach clench.

The next slap sent you crashing to your knees. His fingers twisted tighter in your hair, wrenching your head back until your throat strained, his cock inches from your face. It stunk,, the last 2 had an overall pleasant smell, but this, it was horrid. "Look at you," he spat, his voice raw with disgust. "getting slapped around like a cheap whore." His palm cracked against your cheek again, the sharp burst of pain making your breath hitch, your thighs trembling where they pressed together.

The moment his cock shoved past your lips, the rancid musk of sweat and stale arousal flooded your senses, thick and suffocating. You gagged instantly, throat convulsing around the intrusion, but his grip in your hair only tightened, forcing you deeper. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as his hips jerked forward, the blunt head hitting the back of your throat with a wet, **** noise.

"Take it," he snarled, his voice ragged. His free hand clamped around your jaw, fingers digging into the hinge hard enough to bruise as he worked himself deeper, the salty, sweaty, bitter taste coating your tongue.

"Filthy little whore," he growled, his hips snapping forward, forcing another inch of himself down your throat. Tears streaked your cheeks as you choked, spit dripping down your chin, but he only laughed—a harsh, broken sound. "Look at you. Gagging like a bitch in heat. This is all you’re good for, isn’t it?" His fingers tightened in your hair, yanking hard enough to make your scalp scream, forcing your face even closer as he fucked into your mouth with short, brutal thrusts. "Made for this," he panted, voice thick with disgust.

His hips stuttered, a ragged, uneven rhythm, before his cock pulsed violently against the back of your throat. A choked groan tore from him as he came, hot and bitter, flooding your mouth in thick, shuddering spurts. You gagged, throat convulsing around him, but he held you there, fingers knotted in your hair, forcing you to swallow every drop. "Disgusting," he panted, "No man would let this happen to them, whore," voice wrecked, but his grip didn’t loosen. His cock twitched weakly against your tongue, still pressed deep, as if he couldn’t bear to pull out just yet.

His cock slid from your lips with a wet pop, leaving your mouth raw and burning,but before he could sneer down at you, a sickening crack split the air. His body jerked, eyes rolling back as a dark shape loomed behind him. Then he crumpled, collapsing face-first onto the floor with a heavy thud, limbs splayed like a broken doll.