Willing but struggling

Emma’s trembling lips parted, and the moment his cock breached them, a violent clash of disgust and dark fascination washed over her. The taste was overwhelming—a pungent, salty mix of stale sweat, raw musk, and slick pre-cum that coated her tongue. It was filthy, everything her sanitized life with her boyfriend wasn't, and the sheer depravity of it made her stomach flip even as a fresh, humiliating wave of wetness pooled between her thighs.

She tried to take him in, but the sheer difference in girth of him was a physical wall. Her lips stretched around the swollen, blunt head, the skin feeling tight and hot against her mouth. She opened wider, trying to accommodate the thick shaft, but as she pushed forward, the sheer size of him triggered an immediate, violent gag reflex.

"Ghk—!" Emma choked, her eyes watering instantly as her throat spasmed. She pulled back, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the tip of his cock before snapping. She coughed, her chest heaving, looking up at him with wide, watery, panicked eyes.

Ben threw his head back and let out a harsh, mocking laugh. The sound echoed in the messy living room, stripping away whatever shred of dignity she had left.

"Pathetic," he sneered, looking down at her with pure, arrogant contempt. He didn't let go of her hair; instead, he tightened his grip, keeping her face locked in front of his crotch. "Look at you. Tom’s little perfect girlfriend, and you can’t even take a real dick without **** like a fucking amateur. Is this what satifies him? A sloppy, useless little mouth on a teeny prick?"

"I'm... I'm sorry," Emma stammered, her voice thick with saliva and shame. The disgust of his unwashed state was still there, warring with the hypnotic, heavy throb of his erection right in front of her face. She couldn't look away from the veiny, sweat-slicked flesh.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," Ben growled. He stepped in closer, his thighs bracketing her knees, trapping her. "You begged for this filthy cock. You said you wanted it. So stop acting like a prissy little virgin and learn how to use your mouth."

He thrust his hips forward, not gently, forcing the thick, blunt head of his cock past her lips and pressing it against the back of her tongue. "Open wider," he commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. "Relax your throat. Take it. Show me you can handle what your boyfriend can't give you"