She must

The insults didn’t push Emma away. Instead, they acted like a twisted kind of fuel. The more he called her useless, the more **** she became to prove him wrong. The shame burned hot in her chest, but it was completely eclipsed by a singular, driving need: she had to please him. She had to show this arrogant, sweaty slob that she could take every inch of him.

She stopped trying to perform. She stopped thinking about the clumsy techniques she’d seen on screens. She just surrendered to the reality of the task at hand.

Emma wrapped her trembling hand around the base of his thick shaft, using the slick mixture of her own saliva and his pre-cum to lubricate the skin. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight, vacuum-like seal around him. Then, with a deep, shuddering breath through her nose, she consciously **** her throat to relax.

She pushed forward.

The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, triggering a violent, involuntary spasm. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull back. She held her ground, letting her jaw ache as she accommodated his size, bobbing her head in a steady, **** rhythm. *Schlick. Squelch. Gag.* The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working over him filled the quiet living room. She swallowed around his thick meat, her tongue flattening to lick the sensitive, veiny underside of his shaft with every downward stroke.

She looked up at him through her tear-blurred lashes, her eyes wide and pleading, silently begging for his approval even as spit dripped onto her chin.

Ben’s mocking laughter died in his throat, replaced by a sharp, guttural groan. His hips instinctively bucked forward, meeting her downward motion. The sheer, **** devotion in her eyes, combined with the tight, wet heat of her mouth, was unraveling his control.

"Fuck," he hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair, no longer just holding her in place, but actively guiding her rhythm. "Yeah, just like that. Stop fighting it and just be a good little slut for me."

He looked down at the messy, tear-streaked picture she made—her lips stretched white around his dark, thick cock, her hand pumping the base, her eyes locked on his with absolute submission. The sight of his roommate’s lady reduced to a drooling, eager mouth was intoxicating.

"You're finally getting it," Ben growled, his voice thick with rising arousal. He began to thrust his hips in time with her head, using her mouth with a little more ****, testing her limits. "Take it all. Swallow it down. Show me how much you need this."