It started with a fight. A stupid, pointless argument that festered into a gnawing jealousy. I saw the way he looked at her, a flash of desire he usually reserved for me. And then… the dare. A reckless, whispered promise fueled by anger and a desperate need to reclaim his attention.
"Leave my boyfriend alone," I’d seethed, the words laced with a venom I didn’t know I possessed. "I'll be your whore." He looked stunned, intrigued. The thrill of the forbidden hung thick in the air. He accepted the challenge, eyes glittering. I could feel the heat rising in my face, a mixture of fear and a perverse excitement. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself.
He grabbed a handful of my auburn hair, yanking my head back. "Open your mouth, slut," he growled, his voice rough. He didn’t ask, he commanded. My throat tightened, but I obeyed. His thick cock slammed against my lips, forcing my mouth open. This wasn't gentle. This was raw, possessive. I gagged, my eyes watering, but he wouldn't let up. He wanted me to choke, to submit. I focused on the feeling of his hardness inside me, the sheer size of his big dick.
He pulled out for a moment, his gaze intense. Then, the sting. He slapped my face, hard. I gasped, the shock reverberating through my body. He did it again, harder this time. My cheek burned, tears blurring my vision. "Beg," he ordered. The humiliation was overwhelming, but a strange pleasure mixed with the pain. I whimpered, "Please… more."
He rammed back into my mouth, forcing me deeper. This was extreme deepthroat, pushing past my gag reflex, threatening to choke me. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me even further. My breath hitched, my body trembling. He pounded into my throat, relentless and demanding, his POV visible in my head.
Finally, I felt the telltale shudder. He was close. He pulled out just enough, aimed, and unleashed a torrent of cum all over my face. The warm, thick liquid coated my lips, my cheeks, my eyes. This wasn't a gentle kiss. This was a declaration of ownership. A messy, humiliating, and intensely arousing facial. He stared down at me, his expression triumphant. The taste of his ejaculation filled my mouth. I swallowed.
The anger was gone now, replaced by a raw, animalistic satisfaction. I had proven my point, even if it meant sacrificing my pride. I was his, completely and utterly, at least for tonight.
