When he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing, I gulp. I whimper. I moan. I cry out. I manage to get out the words, “Oh god, Jagger.” My entire body seizes up. My blood pumps faster. My heart racing, and the pulse in my neck pounding against his palm. My walls clench, squeezing his cock—until he slows his motions to nothing more than a steady in and out. His hands drop back to my hips, and I internally beg for him to choke me again.
