She cannot

Ben pulled his hips back just an inch, deliberately withdrawing the slick, swollen head of his cock from her cheek. The sudden loss of contact made Emma let out a pathetic, whimpering sound, her body instinctively leaning forward to chase the heat and the musky scent of him.

"Not so fast," he growled, his voice dripping with arrogant authority. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, making no move to cover himself. His thick, veiny shaft bobbed heavily with his breathing, a fresh bead of pre-cum weeping from the slit. "You don't get to touch it. You don't get to taste it. Not until you admit it out loud."

Emma blinked up at him, her glazed eyes struggling to focus. "S-say what?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

"Don't play dumb with me, slut," Ben snapped, taking a half-step forward to loom over her again. "I want to hear you say it. Look at my cock, and tell me exactly why you'd rather have your boyfriend's filthy roommate's than Tom's little dick. Say it."

Her breath hitched. The humiliation burned hot in her cheeks, but the throbbing, wet ache between her legs was far stronger. The taboo of it was intoxicating. She stared at the thick raw flesh hovering before her, the contrast searing itself into her brain.

"I..." she started, her voice barely a whisper. She swallowed hard, her hands gripping the edge of the stained couch cushions. "It's... it's so much bigger," she confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush of shameful honesty. "Tom's is... it's smaller."

"Keep going," Ben commanded, his eyes narrowing with predatory satisfaction. "Tell me what you really want."

Tears of pure, degraded arousal pricked the corners of {cheaters}'s eyes. She looked down at his heavy, sweat-slicked balls, then back up to his smirking face. "I want yours," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I want your thick, dirty cock. I'm a cheating slut, Ben, and I only want your filthy dick."

The moment the words left her lips, a heavy, charged silence fell over the messy living room. Emma squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for more mockery, her heart hammering against her ribs. She knew it was wrong to react like this, she wasn't herself.

Instead, she heard a low, dark chuckle.

"Good girl," he purred. The arrogance in his voice was absolute. He uncrossed his arms and reached down, his rough, calloused fingers tangling into her hair once more. "Since you know your place, maybe you've earned the right to taste what you've been begging for."

He stepped forward again, the blunt, wet head of his cock pressing firmly against her closed lips. The taste of salt, musk, and his pre-cum immediately flooded her mouth.

"Open up," he ordered, his grip on her hair tightening just enough to be a warning. "Suck it. Show me how much you prefer the slob."