ISLA’S POV

I gagged as his cock thrust deep into my throat, the intrusion overwhelming, the stretch bordering on painful, but somehow, I craved it. My body was betraying me, responding to him in ways I didn’t understand and hated myself for.

Drool spilt from the corners of my lips, sliding down my chin as I struggled to take him deeper, my throat tightening around him.

My hands trembled as they gripped his thighs, my nails scraping against the expensive fabric of his trousers. It ...