Rhea POV
The second my lips parted, he thrust forward hard. My nails dug into the floor for support as his c**k hit deeper than I thought possible.
When he said he would f**k my mouth, I didn’t think he meant it literally. Now he was thrusting in and out between my lips, each stroke harder than the last. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat before pulling out and slamming back in, the force rocking my whole body.
My eyes watered instantly, spit spilling from the corners of my mouth as I gagged around him, but he didn’t stop. If anything, the brutal pace made him groan louder, his hand on my hair still keeping me in place so I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.
Did I forget to mention only half of him had made it in? My face had already turned red before he finally pulled al
