Cumming

Mark’s grip on your hair turns vicious as his hips jerk forward one last time, burying his cock to the hilt down your throat. You feel his pulse throb against your tongue before hot, thick spurts flood your mouth, bitter and heavy. Your throat works instinctively, swallowing around him as he groans, his free hand pressing down on the back of your skull to keep you locked in place.

Tears spill down your cheeks as you struggle to take every last drop, his taste overwhelming, his laughter low and mocking above you.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasps, finally easing his hold just enough to let you pull back,but not away.

Mark slaps his still-hard cock on your flushed cheek, smearing spit and traces of cum against your skin. "Pathetic," he chuckles, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. "Swallowed me like some cheap hooker, didn't you? Is that the first load you've swallowed" His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your mouth open wider as he spits directly onto your tongue. "There. Clean it up."

Your body trembles, but your tongue moves on instinct, lapping at the mess he left .his cum, his spit, your own humiliation thick in your throat.

Mark’s smirk twists into something sharper as realization dawns. “Wait… that was your first time swallowing, wasn’t it?” His thumb hooks under your chin, tilting your face up to study the shame burning in your eyes. “Not Jo’s,mine.” A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he drags the tip of his cock along your spit-slick lips. “Bet your girlfriend never told you how much she loved the taste, did she?"

The fat of his cock lands against your cheek with a sharp smack, the sting blooming hot across your skin as you whimper.

Mark drags you up from your knees, digging his hands into your hips as he shoves you backward onto the bed, the springs creaking under your weight. Your legs fall open instinctively, dripping, shameless, and his nostrils flare at the scent of your arousal soaking the sheets beneath you. “Fuck, look at you,” he growls, dragging two fingers through your slick folds with deliberate slowness. “Pathetic little thing, aren’t you? Look how wet you are from sucking another mans cock!”

His thumb circles your clit, rough and teasing, while his other hand pins your wrist above your head. You arch off the mattress with a choked gasp, but he just laughs, leaning down to bite your inner thigh hard enough to bruise.

Mark’s tongue drags up your soaked slit with a filthy, wet sound, his breath hot against your trembling flesh. “Jo used to beg for this,” he murmurs against your clit before sucking it sharply between his lips. “Couldn’t get enough, just like you.” His teeth graze your sensitive skin as his fingers plunge inside you, curling ruthlessly. “Remember how she’d shake? How she’d sob when she came?”

You whimper, thighs clamping around his head as his tongue flicks faster, relentless. Mark’s tongue curls inside you just there, that brutal, perfect spot he somehow knows better than you do. Your back arches off the bed with a silent scream, thighs trembling as the first wave crashes through you, but he doesn’t stop.

You didn't notice the door open, as you writhed on the bed, cumming from this bastard eating you out.