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Yes, sir!?

The response hadn’t been planned and the words shocked me as they came out of my mouth. I was never one to be submissive or subservient around anybody, but with Trent it felt automatic. I didn’t even think twice as I slid sideways on the table, tilted my head to the side and opened my mouth.

Holy fuck, I thought as I wrapped my lips around the thick tip and gasped as he pressed more into my mouth. It was like trying to swallow a grapefruit, only Trent tasted so much better.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice low and filled with desire. “That’s right. It’s not easy, I know. Just do your best.”

A little flare of emotion sparked within me and Trent saw it in my eyes and smiled. He knew I didn’t back down from a challenge. He was goading me into giving him the best head ever, and it was working.

I reached out and grasped his dick by the base and forced what must have been another three inches into my mouth…

…and immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing and wiping spit from my lips.

“Oh, fuck,” I stammered as my eyes began to water. “You’re a monster.”

“Lil’ bit,” he chuckled. He reached around the back of my head and took a fistful of my hair and squeezed hard enough to hurt. I gasped as he pulled my lips to his and kissed me.

It felt like we’d done it a hundred times, but my heart still leapt as the excitement inside me reached an all-time high.

“Let me suck it,” I begged, my lips moving against his as he held a firm grip in my hair like I belonged to him. “Please, Trent…let me suck it some more…”

What was I doing? I was begging this man, a man I’d only just met, a man I thought was a total scumbag when he showed up at my studio—I was begging him to let me suck his dick as though he was my king and I was doing everything I could to gain his favor.

It felt strange, foreign, but beyond that—it felt right.

“Yeah?” Trent cooed. “You want my dick back in your mouth?”

“Mmhmm!” I nodded as I stroked him with both hands. I could barely get my fingers around his girth. It was like holding onto a slippery baseball bat.

“I know you do,” he replied with a grin that made me melt like a hot candle. “Let’s see how much you can take this time.”

Still holding me by the hair, Trent forced my head down (not that he had to) between his legs and down onto his cock. Tears welled in my eyes again I gagged again on his monster.

No! I thought. I can do it!

I felt the Type A personality in me starting to come out, pulled back a bit, took a deep breath, focused, and tried again.

Don’t gag, Kylie, I told myself as I swallowed half of what he had to give me and looked up at him with obedient eyes. He groaned and I felt his shaft twitch against my tongue and more pre-cum spill out of it.

I swallowed eagerly as he reached down and cupped my breast with his free hand.

“That’s it,” he told me. “That’s nice.”

I didn’t know what to do next, but Trent showed me.

Keeping his hand in my hair and using his hold on me to guide me, he moved my head up and down on his cock and slowly thrust forward with his hips like he was fucking me. I fought the impulse to gag as my eyes continued to water up and tears spilled down my cheeks.

I’m a mess, I thought. I would have smiled if I could.

“You feel so fucking incredible, princess,” Trent told me as his hips moved forward again and his thick tip touched the back of my throat. “And I’m going to give you something now. You want it?”

Is he going to come?!

“Mmmm!” I moaned back. It was all I could do.

“Yeah, you want it?” he growled rhetorically. I felt him swell between my lips and cheeks and more pre-cum poured out of him and ran down my tongue. But that was only the pregame ceremony. What happened next was the full show.

Chapter Nine

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