The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne filled the room, but all I could focus on was the thick wad of cash in Marcus’s hand. He didn’t even look at me as he counted the bills, his voice cold as he told me I’d better make the client’s money worth it. Then he shoved me toward the bed, where the stud was waiting. He was a mountain of a man, dark-skinned and towering, with a cock that looked like a fucking weapon. Marcus gave a sharp nod, the signal that the transaction was complete and I was now just a piece of meat for the next hour.
The stud didn’t waste time. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back with a brutal force that made me gasp. He didn’t ask; he just commanded. “Open wide, bitch,” he growled. I obeyed, my mouth stretching to its limit as he shoved that massive, dark head past my lips. He fucked my throat with a rhythmic, violent intensity, the girth of his cock gagging me, forcing tears from my eyes. I could hear Marcus leaning against the wall, the faint sound of him pocketing the money while I was being used. Every thrust was a reminder that I had been sold, my body no longer my own, just a tool for someone else’s pleasure and Marcus’s profit
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