She stands up to him

Emma pulled back with a wet, sharp *pop*, a thick string of saliva bridging the gap between her swollen lips and the glistening head of his cock before snapping. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, tears of exertion pricking the corners of her eyes. But instead of shrinking away, she lifted her chin, her gaze locking onto his with a sudden, surprising spark of defiance.

"I'm doing this," she said, her voice trembling but firm as she wiped a smear of spit from her chin. "I'm taking it. But you don't get to talk to me like I'm nothing. If you want this, you need to show me some respect."

Ben stared down at her for a long moment, the mocking smirk on his face slowly shifting into something darker, more intrigued. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated in his chest.

"Respect?" he repeated, the word dripping with amusement. He looked her up and down, taking in her disheveled hair, the flush on her cheeks, and the wet shine on her lips. "Emma, look at yourself. You’re on your knees in a messy living room, sucking the dirty, unwashed cock of your boyfriend’s lazy roommate. You don't want respect. You want to be used. You want to be reminded exactly what a filthy little cheat you are."

His words were a brutal slap, designed to break her. And for a second, Emma felt a sting of genuine hurt. But as she looked back down at his thick, veiny shaft twitching in the air, the fascination violently overrode her pride. The raw, animalistic smell of him, the sheer taboo of the act, and the heavy, throbbing ache between her legs were too powerful. Her body was betraying her mind completely.

Something in her needed this. She couldn't stop.

Instead, she leaned forward again. This time, she didn't hesitate. She consciously relaxed her jaw, opening her mouth as wide as it could go, and pressed her lips around the head of his cock. She flattened her tongue, making a ****, dedicated effort to accommodate him.

*Mmph...*

She pushed forward, taking him deeper. The thick flesh stretched her lips to their absolute limit, pressing against the roof of her mouth and triggering a fresh, violent spasm in her throat. She gagged, a muffled, wet sound vibrating against his shaft, but she didn't pull away. She **** herself to stay there, her hands coming up to tentatively grip his thighs for balance as she began to bob her head.

The room filled with the obscene, sloppy sounds of her mouth working over him—wet suction, the slick slide of her tongue against his veins, and her own muffled, breathy whimpers. She was actively, eagerly swallowing around his thick meat, proving with every **** movement that her demand for respect was nothing more than a hollow plea from a woman completely enslaved by her own depraved desires.

He let out a sharp, guttural groan, his fingers tangling into her hair. He didn't push her away; instead, he held her in place, feeling the hot, wet cavern of her mouth clench around him.

"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with arousal, all mockery replaced by raw, predatory hunger. "Fight it all you want, bitch. But your mouth knows exactly what it belongs to now. Swallow it. Take every fucking inch."