KAIREN
I barely had time to drag in a full breath before Viktor's hand was back in my hair, twisting hard enough to sting, yanking my head forward again.
My lips were still swollen, throat raw, cum and spit smeared across my chin, but he didn't care. His cock (still impossibly hard, flushed dark and glistening) was right there again, nudging at my mouth like it belonged there.
"Open up little prince," he growled, voice wrecked and hungry. "I'm nowhere near done with this mouth."
I tried to glare, tried to snap something bratty, but the second the fat head pushed past my lips I was the second my brain short-circuited.
He didn't ease in this time.
He shoved, thick and relentless, stretching my jaw to its absolute limit. My throat spasmed immediately, trying to fight the invasion, but he just kept coming, forcing inch after inch down until my nose was buried in the coarse hair at his pelvis and I couldn't breathe at all.
