Chapter 8. Swallow Every Drop of My Cum

Claude fucked my mouth without restraint. His grip on my hair was so tight I could feel the sting at my scalp as he held my head in place, thrusting in and out with a relentless pace that had me gagging, tears sliding down my cheeks before I could even stop them.

It hurt. I could barely take his full length into my mouth, yet he was forcefully pushing deeper, hitting the back of my throat until I could feel his balls slap against my chin before he pulled out, only to repeat the motion again and again until I had to shut my eyes and take him.

“Fuck, yes. Take it, she-wolf. I’m close. Be a good girl and take it for me,” he hissed under his breath as he thrust. And before I could stop myself, my hands reached for his hips, holding him, not to push him away, but to steady myself.

Goddess, why did it feel so good despite how much it hurt? Why was I dripping between my legs? The ache there was unbearable, that

I had the overwhelming urge to touch it, to keep someth