Chapter 93. Don't Pass Out

Soon, he started getting bigger, and I knew he was close to ejaculation. His speed changed too, more brutal more faster, more violent.

I was a bit disappointed that it wasn't enough to kill me.

A sudden low, guttural sound ripped from his chest, a raw noise that was more animal than man. It was the sound of a dam cracking, the warning before the flood.

"Fuck... fuck, here it comes," he snarled, his voice strained and tight.

His hips, which had been a relentless, punishing machine to my throat, lost their rhythm.

They stuttered, then slammed forward one last time, burying his cock so deep in my throat I felt the thick, swollen head lodge itself in a place that had no right to accommodate it.

He was locked in.

I felt the first hot, thick pulse hit the back of my throat.

I tried to swallow.

It was an automatic response and a desperate attempt to clear the passage, to create space in a throat that was already packed so