Damien's hips continued driving forward, the world around him having already shrunk into nothing.
His cock plunged into Claire's mouth again and again, the thick shaft stretching her lips wide, making her jaw ache as he forced himself into the depths of her throat without mercy.
Each thrust was raw, unrelenting, a declaration of dominance that left no space for hesitation.
Claire's hands had started by resting at her sides, trembling slightly as if unsure of whether she should resist or yield.
But Damien's grip on her head—firm, commanding, fingers tangled tight in her hair—gave her no chance to pull away.
Instead, she surrendered to it. Her eyes watered from the force of his thrusts, but not once did she try to push him off.
She simply parted her lips wider, gagging softly as his cock filled her throat again and again, her body adapting to him in ways that even she hadn't thought possible.
Gawk! Gawk!
The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the small room, filling the silence alongside Damien's ragged grunts.
Each noise only spurred him to thrust harder, as though he wanted to bury himself entirely inside her mouth and never leave.
Claire's throat tightened around him reflexively, convulsing with every deep penetration, and the sensation made Damien grit his teeth as sparks of overwhelming pleasure shot through his body.
Her eyes—half-lidded, glazed with lust—glanced up at him once. Just once.
And in that single fleeting moment, the heat in her gaze nearly broke his control.
She wasn't disgusted. She wasn't resisting. No… she was enjoying it. Enjoying the way he used her mouth. Enjoying the merciless pace.
Enjoying the helplessness of being pinned under his hand while he fucked her throat without restraint.
Saliva mixed with her own slick tears, dripping down her chin, stringing between her lips and his cock each time he pulled back only to thrust in again with force.
Her tongue pressed eagerly along his shaft, sucking, trying desperately to give him more pleasure even as her throat was already working hard to accommodate his size.
The mattress shifted beneath them, the springs creaking faintly as Damien's hips kept their steady, brutal rhythm.
He could feel the wet suction, the tight muscles of her throat hugging him each time he drove himself deeper. The sensation was maddening, nearly unbearable.
"Fuck…" he grunted, voice husky, his head tilting back as he clenched his jaw. His abs tightened with every thrust, his breath coming heavier and heavier. "Claire…"
But she didn't answer—she couldn't answer. Her mouth was too full of him, her throat too occupied.
Instead, she answered with action. Her suction increased, the sound of her lips sealing tighter around him, her tongue swirling faster.
She wanted it. She wanted to give him everything.
The thought made Damien's control unravel. He wasn't just using her mouth—she was willingly offering it to him, willingly letting him use her throat as if it belonged to him.
The raw submission only heightened his arousal. He could feel the familiar tight coil building deep inside, the point of no return rushing toward him faster than he expected.
"Shit—" he hissed, voice low, strained with the effort of holding back.
His hand gripped her hair even tighter, forcing her head to take him as he bottomed out, the head of his cock pressing into the deepest part of her throat.
His eyes darkened as the edge loomed. "I'm… close."
Claire moaned softly around him, muffled by his cock but filled with such raw lust that the vibrations sent Damien over the edge.
His hips bucked one final time, hard and deep, burying himself in her mouth to the hilt. Then he let go.
A guttural groan ripped from his chest as he spilled himself down her throat, hot, thick release flooding her mouth in heavy spurts.
The muscles of her throat tightened instinctively, convulsing around him as she swallowed reflexively to keep up with the sudden rush.
She gagged once, twice, but still—she didn't pull away. She took it all.
Claire's fingers curled tightly into the sheets as she forced herself to drink him down, her lips sealing around his cock to catch every drop.
Her chest heaved as her throat worked desperately, and the act alone made more fluids drip freely from her folds between her thighs.
She was lost in it, consumed by it, her own arousal feeding off his.
Damien's groans filled the room, rough and low, his entire body trembling as wave after wave of release shot through him.
His hand trembled in her hair but still held her down, unwilling to let her go until every last drop was emptied into her waiting mouth.
It felt endless—spurts filling her throat, warmth flooding her mouth, her tongue swirling to savor the taste.
But finally, after what felt like an eternity, his release slowed, the last few ropes spilling across her tongue before she swallowed them down obediently.
Damien let out a ragged breath, his grip on her hair loosening slightly though his cock still rested in her mouth.
His chest rose and fell heavily, sweat clinging to his skin as his eyes looked down at her with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.
Claire slowly pulled back, her lips dragging along the length of his shaft until the head finally slipped free from her swollen mouth with a wet pop.
Her lips glistened with spit, a thin strand of his release stretching between her tongue and his tip before breaking.
She gasped softly for air, her chest rising and falling quickly as she looked up at him.
Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her lips swollen, her eyes still shimmering with lust.
She swallowed one final time, making sure not a drop remained, and then licked her lips slowly, almost shyly, as if savoring the lingering taste.
"Mm…" she murmured faintly, her voice hoarse from the rough use of her throat.
Her hand instinctively pressed between her thighs, as if trying to soothe the unbearable heat Damien had only stoked higher.
For a moment, silence filled the room again—broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing.
The intensity of what had just happened lingered in the air like a heavy fog, thick and suffocating, leaving neither of them the same as before.