He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me down hard onto the floor of the cheap motel room. “On your knees, bitch. Now.” His voice was low and mean, exactly the way I’d been craving it all night. I hit the carpet and looked up at him, already half-hard in my jeans just from the way he said it.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he ordered, unzipping his pants. His cock was thick and already leaking, the head dark and swollen. He didn’t wait for me to move on my own. He slapped it across my lips, smearing pre-cum over them. “Suck it. I said suck it, faggot. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
I parted my lips and he shoved in without mercy, pushing past my tongue until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged instantly but he didn’t pull back. “That’s it. Choke on it. Take every inch like the cock-hungry slut you are.” His hand stayed clamped on my neck, fingers digging in as he started to fuck my face in short, brutal thrusts.
“Eyes up here,” he growled. “Look at me while you suck. I want to see those pretty eyes water.” I forced my gaze up. His stare was cold and satisfied. “Good boy. Now use that tongue. Lick the underside. Yeah, just like that. You’re nothing but a warm hole for my dick right now.”
He pulled out long enough to slap my cheek with his wet cock, leaving a sticky streak. “Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want to suck my cock.” My voice came out hoarse. “Please… let me suck it. I need it.” He laughed once, short and ugly. “Pathetic. Open wider.”
He rammed back in, deeper this time, until my nose was pressed against the coarse hair at his base. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor. Every time I tried to pull back for air he pushed forward again. “No. You don’t get to breathe until I say. Keep sucking. That’s your only job.”
His hips snapped faster, the wet sounds of my throat being used filling the room. “Fuck, you’re good at this. Born to have a cock down your throat.
Say it. Say you’re a cocksucker.” I tried to speak around his dick but it only came out as a muffled choke. He yanked my hair, pulling me off for a second. “Say it loud.”
“I’m a cocksucker,” I rasped. “Your cocksucker.” He shoved back in immediately. “Damn right you are. Now swallow around it. Milk my cock with that throat.” I did what he told me, gulping and working my tongue, tears streaming down my face from the strain. He moaned low and filthy. “Fuck yeah. Keep doing that. I’m gonna feed you every drop.”
He held me there, using my mouth like a toy, talking the whole time. “You love this shit, don’t you? Being forced to suck. Having no choice but to take it. Look at your own dick, leaking all over the floor. You’re getting off on being used.” I was. My cock throbbed untouched, a wet spot spreading in my jeans.
He started to swell on my tongue. “I’m close. You’re gonna swallow every fucking bit. Don’t spill a drop or I’ll make you lick it off the carpet.” His thrusts grew erratic, voice rougher. “Here it comes, slut. Take it. Take my load down your throat.”
He came hard, pulsing thick and hot straight into my stomach while he held my head still. “Swallow. All of it. Good fucking boy.” When he finally pulled out, strings of spit and cum connected my lips to his cock. He wiped the head across my face, marking me. “Clean it off. Use your tongue.”
I licked him clean, slow and thorough, tasting the last of him. He watched with a satisfied smirk. “That’s what you needed, wasn’t it? Verbal forced suck. Being told exactly what a filthy cocksucker you are while you do it.” I nodded, voice gone. He tucked himself away and zipped up. “Next time I’ll bring a friend. You can service two cocks at once. Now get up and get the fuck out. I’m done with you tonight.”
I stood on shaky legs, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and left the room with the taste of him still thick on my tongue and his words echoing in my head. I knew I’d be back the second he texted again.
