As if

Emma’s attempts to mimic the techniques she’d secretly watched online were clumsy and ****. She tried to swirl her tongue around the thick veins, tried to relax her jaw to take more of him, but the reality of the difference in size to what she was used to made a mockery of her efforts. Every time she pushed forward, her throat seized. Wet, pathetic gagging sounds echoed in the quiet apartment, accompanied by the messy, sloppy smacks of her lips stretching uselessly around his girth.

Ben didn't just watch; he actively tore her down.

"God, you're terrible at this," he laughed, a cruel, grating sound as he looked down at her watering eyes and the messy trail of spit dripping down her chin. He tightened his grip in her hair, not enough to pull her off, but enough to hold her firmly in place. "Is this really the best the perfect, pristine slag can do? You look like a **** fucking fish."

Emma whimpered around his cock, her cheeks burning with intense humiliation. She tried to pull back slightly to catch her breath, but his hand anchored her.

"Don't you dare pull off," he snapped, his voice dropping to a vicious, mocking whisper. "You wanted this dirty cock, remember? You said Tom was boring. Well, look at you now. You can't even handle the head without making a complete mess of yourself. Your lips are slipping, your throat is spasming, and you're crying like a little baby. It’s pathetic."

He thrust his hips forward a fraction of an inch, forcing the blunt tip deeper against her gag reflex. Emma's eyes flew wide, tears spilling over her lashes and tracking down her flushed cheeks.

"He probably just lets you give him lazy little pecks, doesn't he?" Ben continued, his words dripping with venomous amusement. "Because he knows you’re useless. You don't know how to take a real man. You’re just a sloppy, amateur little slut playing dress-up. Look at all that spit. You’re making a fucking mess of my dick, and you can’t even suck it right."

The verbal **** was brutal, stripping away any lingering illusion of control she had. Yet, as degrading as his words were, the sheer dominance of his grip and the heavy, pulsing heat of his cock in her mouth sent a jolt of perverse electricity straight to her core. Her panties were completely soaked, her body betraying her shame with relentless, throbbing arousal. The more he insulted her, the more her mind short-circuited into pure, submissive need.

"Try again," He commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Open wider. Stop trying to be a porn star and just be the useless little cocksucker you are. Take it deeper, and don't you dare gag this time, or I'll make you regret it."