NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Mommy’s special Throat Massage! (3)

Artis grinned down at her, his cock stretching her lips so wide it looked like she was trying to deep-throat a damn baguette.

“That’s it, Mommy. Breathe through your nose. Slow and steady, like you’re savoring your favorite dessert.”

Juliana’s nails dug into his thighs, her watery eyes locked on his smirking face.

‘Favorite dessert? This is more like trying to swallow a fucking baseball bat!’

Her throat clenched involuntarily as the monster slid deeper, the wet, obscene sound of saliva and gagging filling the room like an erotic symphony.

She gagged hard but refused to back down, her determination fueling her every move.

‘I’m not some bitch who gives up halfway. I’m gonna own this cock if it’s the last thing I do!’

Artis groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“Fuck, Mommy! You’re a goddamn champ. Look at you, taking it like a pro.”

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, the girth of his cock forcing her mouth to stretch in ways she didn’t know were possible.

Her throat was tight, constricting him like a velvet vice, but she focused on relaxing, opening herself more to accommodate the behemoth.

The weight of his cock pressed down her tongue, making her taste every inch of him—salty, musky, and fucking intoxicating.

‘Holy shit, he’s gonna break me… and I kinda love it.’

As she pushed herself further, her nose brushed against his trimmed base, and her eyes rolled back in triumph.

She’d done it—every inch of his veiny monstrosity was buried in her mouth and throat.

She moaned, the vibration making Artis twitch and groan like she’d just unlocked a hidden level of pleasure.

He groaned, his cock twitching as he looked down at Juliana’s tear-streaked face, her lips wrapped tight around him like she was auditioning for some X-rated Olympics.

“Fuck, Mommy, you’re taking it like a champ. Bet you’re gonna win gold for this shit.”

Her eyes flicked up at him, watery but determined, her cheeks puffed out as she gagged around his girth.

Spit was everywhere—dripping off her chin, pooling on her chest, even stringing between her fingers as she gripped his thighs for support. She looked like an absolute mess, and yet somehow, it made her even hotter.

‘A hot, sloppy milf mess with a throat of steel.’

“That’s it, baby,” Artis growled, gripping her hair tighter, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. “Fucking beautiful. A real cock-sucking goddess.”

Juliana sputtered as he pushed deeper, her nose brushing against his base. She coughed and gagged, her throat clenching hard around him. But she didn’t back off.

No, this bitch was committed. She gave him a look that screamed, I’m gonna finish this job even if it kills me.

“Shit, Mommy, your throat—fuck—it’s like a vice down there.”

Artis groaned, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy. His pubes were practically tickling her nose, but she didn’t even flinch.

She just moaned around him, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight up his spine.

Pulling her back for a moment, he let her gasp for air, spit and tears making her face glisten.

“You good, babe?”

He asked with a smirk, his cock still throbbing in front of her lips.

She nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her voice hoarse but dripping with lust.

“I-I’m good…”

“Atta girl,” he chuckled before grabbing her hair again. “Alright, here comes your reward.”

Without another warning, he thrust her head back down, his cock burying itself to the hilt. Her throat clenched tightly, her gag reflex trying to fight back, but Juliana was a trooper.

She pushed forward until her face was completely smushed against his body, her lips stretched to their limit, her tongue flattened beneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Artis cursed, his knees nearly buckling. Her throat was squeezing him like it had a personal vendetta, and it was the best goddamn feeling in the world.

“You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind!”

Juliana moaned around his cock, her nails digging into his thighs as she pushed herself even harder. She was all in now—no gag, no quit, just pure determination.

Her eyes rolled back, and Artis couldn’t help but grin.

‘He’s so deep… Fuck, he’s stretching my throat like it’s some kind of dirty carnival game. God, he’s so fucking big!’

Juliana’s inner monologue was a chaotic mix of panic and arousal as she struggled to adjust. Breathing? Overrated. Surviving? Meh. This cock? Absolutely worth dying for.

Her throat burned like she’d swallowed fire, her lungs screamed for air, and her hands instinctively shot up to his waist, trying to push him back.

‘What the fuck is he doing?! I can’t fucking breathe!’

Artis, the bastard, just smirked down at her, clearly in his own world of horny bliss.

He pulled back finally, his cock sliding out with a wet, obscene pop, and Juliana gasped for air like she’d just surfaced from a deep-sea dive.

“Ready for round two?” he asked, his voice smug as hell.

She didn’t answer—just nodded, her eyes glossy, her face a mess of tears, spit, and raw determination.

She was in too deep, literally and metaphorically. This wasn’t just a blowjob anymore. It was a fucking battle. And Juliana didn’t lose battles.

Not even ones against nine inches of pure destruction.

Artis didn’t wait. No pep talks, no encouragement—just bam, his cock back in her throat like he was claiming property.

This time, though, she was ready. Her jaw slackened, her tongue flattened, and she took him like a pro.

For the next half an hour, it was a symphony of wet, sloppy sounds and muffled gags, like the dirtiest ASMR video ever made.

Her throat felt raw, stretched to its absolute limit, but fuck if she wasn’t addicted now. The way he filled her up, the weight of him pressing down her throat—it was intoxicating.

She couldn’t even tell if the tears streaming down her face were from choking or from sheer lust. Probably both.

Saliva was everywhere—dripping from her chin, pooling on her chest, slicking his cock as he relentlessly fucked her throat. The whole scene was a sloppy, sticky mess, and yet somehow, it felt perfect.

Artis groaned, his cock twitching wildly in Juliana’s mouth, the taste of his salty pre-cum coating her tongue like a preview of the main event. She moaned around him, the vibration making his knees weak.

“Fuck, Jul, you’re so goddamn good at this,” he growled, his voice thick with need.

“Mmmhhhm.”

She tried to respond, though her mouth was currently occupied by nine throbbing inches of pure chaos.

His breath hitched, his body trembling.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.”

She gave a muffled moan in acknowledgment, her eyes flicking up to meet his with a look that screamed, Do your worst.

“Swallow it,” he commanded, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. “Like a good little slut.”

Juliana, never one to back down from a challenge, raised her hand and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up, all while still gagging on his cock. It was absurd, ridiculous, and somehow incredibly hot.

With a guttural grunt, Artis grabbed her head and slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt. Her nose was pressed into his crotch, his balls resting heavy on her chin like they were staking a claim.

His cock pulsed, and then he came, hard, his thick seed shooting down her throat in hot, powerful spurts.

Juliana’s eyes widened for a moment before she relaxed, swallowing instinctively as the sheer volume of it filled her.

Her throat worked overtime, milking every drop like she was trying to win a fucking championship.

When he finally pulled out, panting, a sticky string of spit and cum connected his cock to her swollen lips. Juliana blinked up at him, her face an absolute mess of tears, drool, and triumph.

“Fuck…that was hot.”

He chuckled, wiping the sweat from his forehead, feeling like a damn champion.

But just as he caught his breath, his eyes flicked to the door, and there she was—Nadia, peeking through the crack like some nosy voyeur caught in the act of her own sinful curiosity.

Her wide eyes were glued to the scene, her flushed face betraying her thoughts.

One hand was pressed firmly against her crotch, and her mouth hung open like she was trying to catch flies—or maybe an invitation.

He smirked but didn’t turn to her, playing it cool. Instead, he ran his fingers through Juliana’s messy hair and said loud enough for the eavesdropper to hear,

“Not everyone can handle my monster like you do, Mommy. You’re in a fucking league of your own.”

Juliana, ever the queen of sass, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and grinned up at him.

“Don’t underestimate us old folks, baby. We’ve forgotten more tricks than you horny brats will ever learn.”

She winked at him, then leaned down, grabbing his still-impressive cock like it was a trophy she wasn’t done polishing.

Artis could barely hold back a groan as she started working her magic again, licking along the length with slow, deliberate strokes that made his cock twitch back to life.