Forced blowjob: she learns to take what you want

Man so you remember how she always said she couldn’t take it deep? Yeah well last night changed everything. I’m talking about a forced blowjob, where she learns to take what you want. Her knees on the carpet, me standing over her, and the second I gripped her hair she looked up all defiance, all wide eyes, that little shake of her head. But I just pushed my cock past her lips anyway, slow, letting her feel the stretch while my thumbs pressed into her jaw. God her mouth was warm and wet, and the way she gagged, that gorgeous desperate sputter, had me harder than I’ve been in months. I held her there, buried to the root, and her nose was smushed against my pubes, her hands gripping my thighs instead of pushing me away. Then the tears. Not sad tears but the kind that come when you swallow your instinct to fight, when her throat just opens up around you. Felt every ridge of her inner throat, and when she looked up, mascara streaked and dark, she pulled back, gasped, then whispered, “more?” Fucking insane. I pulled out and she ran her tongue all over the shaft, soft and worshipful, before dragging my balls into her mouth. When I finally came, it was all over that freshly-marked face, she held her eyes open for it, cum dripping off her chin, and then she licked a stripe right off my thigh. Her afterglow huff of laughter is all I can think about now.