HER POV
My orgasm still tore through me, but they didn’t give me a second to recover. I barely caught my breath before Marcus hauled me up, blindfold still tight, his hand gripping my jaw hard.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he growled.
I whimpered, but my lips parted on instinct. His c**k shoved past them, thick, heavy, pulsing with heat. My throat clenched, unready, but he didn’t care—he drove deeper, using my mouth like he owned it. I gagged around him, tears pricking behind the silk blindfold.
“f**k, yes,” Marcus hissed, hips snapping, c**k slamming down my throat. One hand tangled in my hair, the other smacking my cheek. “Take it, slut. Take all of me.”
Cristóbal’s hands steadied me, his voice calm, soothing in contrast. “Breathe through your nose, cariño. Good girl. That’s it… let hi
