CHAPTER 3

JENNER

Saliva ran down my neck, soaking my chest. My jaw ached, my lips raw, but he didn’t stop.

“Gag on it.” He shoved harder, holding me down until I wheezed, throat stretched tight around him.

I slapped his thigh, desperate. He let me up only for a second.

“Breathe,” he ordered, his cock wet and glistening with spit. “Then back down.”

I coughed, saliva stringing from my lips, chest heaving. “You—bastard—”

“Again.” He yanked my hair, dragging my mouth ...