JASMINE POV
I looked at him disapprovingly, but I couldn't speak. My mouth was too busy taking in something so forbidden. I tried to pull back, but he held my head securely, so that I couldn't move. My nails dug into his thigh while my eyes released more tears. But I couldn't tell if it was all tears of pain or pleasure. It was both.
Maybe because this was my first, I felt a strange kind of pleasure from being tortured in this manner—on my knees, breath seized, having him fuck my mouth without caring if I was losing my breath or not.
He sucked in a breath through his gritted teeth, his eyes rolling to the back. "Fuck! I love how your innocent, little mouth is wrapped around my cock. Right where it should be."
His words affected me so intensely that it made me want to please him more. I didn't want this—whatever he was feeling—to end, knowing that I was the one making him feel so.
He released my nose, and I greedily sucked in air through my nose.
