Page 107 of The Pack

My heart pounded, and I bit my lip, my gaze drifting up to his. He reached down, his palm settling on the back of my head for a moment before he took my hair into his fist.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. I swallowed hard, hesitating for a moment before he used his other hand to lightly cuff my cheek.

“Now.”

I obeyed, my mouth opening slightly.

“Wider,” he growled.

My cheeks flushed with shame and heat, but I did as he said, opening my mouth wide.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand on the back of my head, his fist tightened on the back of my scalp, pulling my hair and causing a blossom of pain to radiate across the back of my skull, but I couldn’t concentrate on that.

Not really.

Not when his big cock was throbbing right in front of my face.

He didn’t give me a chance to prepare. He pushed his cock inside my mouth, the thick shaft sliding over my tongue.

“Suck,” he ordered.

I did, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked on his cock. He let out a low groan, his hand still gripping my hair.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips jerking forward.

I moaned, the sound muffled by his cock in my mouth. He was big, so big, his length stretching my jaw wide. My mouth watered, saliva pooling. I swallowed, the motion causing his shaft to slide deeper into my throat.

“That’s my girl,” he growled. “Get that cock nice and wet so I can fuck that pretty face.”

His words sent a shiver of heat through me, and I swirled my tongue along his shaft and crown, the sound of him grunting echoing around the clearing. My cheeks hollowed, sucking hard, and his hips jerked forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, the sensation making my eyes water. I went to press against his thighs, but his hold on the back of my head kept me firmly in place.

I whimpered, the sound muffled by his cock in my mouth, and he let out a low chuckle.

“You can take it,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to fuck that face and you’re going to take every inch of my cock down your throat.”

I wasn’t prepared for what came next. He thrust into my mouth again, his shaft hitting the back of my throat.

Then he started to fuckmy face. Trulyfuckit.

His cock slid past my lips, hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged once again. I gasped, struggling to catch my breath as he pulled back and thrust in again, his cock filling my mouth completely.

He kept up a steady pace, his grip on the back of my head unrelenting. Every thrust was ruthless as he savaged my mouth, punishing me with his cock with every stroke.

Soon enough, it was clear he wasn’t just punishing me—he was chasing his own pleasure, and I was simply the instrument for it.

My head spun. His cock stretched my mouth wide, the salty taste of him coating my tongue. With every thrust, the head of his cock pushed past the back of my throat.

My gag reflex spasmed, and my throat convulsed. My eyes watered, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I was powerless against him.

His grip tightened on the back of my head, and his cock slammed into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and pushing further. I gagged, the pressure building, and just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, he withdrew and shoved into me one last time, and he held himself there, his shaft buried deep.

I gagged again, my throat constricting around his cock. I couldn’t breathe. I struggled against his grip, trying to push him away, but his grip was firm.

He let out a low growl, his cock pulsing in my mouth.

This was far more than I ever expected, more than I could handle, but I had no choice other than to take it.

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