Page 32 of Pretty Broken Doll

He lifts a brow, trailing his hands down my torso before hooking his fingers under the waistband of my sweats. “And stuff? What kind of stuff?”

“Um...” My brain short circuits when he slowly pulls down my pants, releasing my dick. “Chatrooms.”

“And what are you doing in these chatrooms, doll?” He strokes me firmly, swiping a thumb over my leaking tip, a soft whimper leaving my throat.

“T-talking. Sometimes swapping pics or videos.” I try to thrust up into his fist, but he still has me pinned, working my length so slowly that my legs tremble.

“Mm, you naughty boy. I don’t think I like that.” Moving down my body, Ryann pauses with his face inches from my shaft as he meets my gaze, eyes flashing. “From now on, while we’re doing this, you don’t talk to anyone else like that except me. Understand?”

My first instinct is to scoff, tell him that he doesn’t control me, but then his warm mouth envelopes my cock, and every word leaves my brain except—

“Oh, god,” I moan as he takes me to the back of his throat, swallowing and swirling his tongue in a way that has my balls tightening instantly. It feels better than I’ve ever imagined, the sight of my length disappearing into his wet lips so damn hot that the whole thing ends pretty quickly.

I’m coming before I can even warn him, my back arching off the couch as I shoot onto his tongue with a strangled cry, fingers gripping the cushions so hard I’m surprised the leather doesn’t rip.

He takes it all, humming in approval while I fill his mouth. When I’m finally finished, because I swear it goes on forever, he leans up to pull out his cock, dipping his head to spit all over it.

“Holy fuck,” I murmur dazedly, watching him work his dick with my cum as lube, and he glances up bemusedly.

“Watch your mouth, or I’ll have to put something in it.”

Pursing my lips, I squint up at him. “Prove it.”

He freezes, hazel eyes blazing with fire, before hauling me up by the back of my neck.

“Let me be perfectly clear,” he bites out, gripping my jaw with one hand until I’m forced to open it, “I don’t make idle threats, Shilo.”

When his cock presses between my lips, I accept it eagerly, tasting myself on his skin as he slowly pumps in and out of my mouth. My jaw aches as I widen it to accommodate his size, and a gag takes me by surprise when he hits the back of my tonsils.

“You’re gorgeous,” he groans, running his knuckles down my face as he holds me in place by my hair. “God, you’re doing so good. Suck in your cheeks for me. Breathe through your nose.”

I do as he says, my eyes starting to water as my dick swells again. Reaching down, I stroke myself, whimpering around his length, the taste of his precum mixing with mine. Ryann thumbs away the tears spilling onto my cheeks, smiling wickedly as he drops his gaze to where my hand moves up and down my shaft.

“Definitely not innocent.” He pulls out, allowing me to inhale a deep breath. “You going to make yourself come again while you suck my cock, doll face?”

Nodding eagerly, I lick my lips, feeling suddenly empty without him in my mouth, and I grab onto his hip to bring him back to where I want him. He doesn’t let me, though, keeping himself inches away with a small laugh, and I lift my eyes pleadingly.

“Please,” I beg, close to spilling over a second time, and Ryann takes a ragged breath.

“Jesus, the way you look right now,” he says thickly, easing himself back into my mouth. “So fucking sweet and dirty all at once. It’s killing me.”

A sigh of relief leaves my nostrils, his heavy weight on my tongue like a blanket to the senses, and I lean back against the armrest while he takes control. The way his body vibrates tells me that he’s measuring his movements, careful not to thrust too far into my throat, but a piece of me wants to see him let go. Fall apart. Lose that disciplined demeanor he wears like a mask and just use me.

My second orgasm slams into me, covering my hand and shirt with the sticky mess as I moan around his cock, and his thrusts falter.

“I’m going to come. Will you swallow?”

Closing my eyes, I nod and brace for it. He coats my tongue with a growl, cradling my face, thick ropes of cum flooding my throat. It’s not the slightly bitter taste that makes me choke—I’ve tasted my own before—but the amount that has me coughing so hard I swear sperm starts to seep out of my nose.

“S-so sorry,” I gasp after he leaves my mouth, slapping at my chest while I hack up a lung. “Think I inhaled some. Might die.”

Honestly, I’m expecting him to roll his eyes and get annoyed. Maybe even snort. What shocks me, though, is the laugh that bursts out of him. Just one, a deep guffaw that seems to take him off guard from how his lips immediately tighten.

“You’re fine. I should have warned you that it would be a lot.” Climbing off the couch, he tucks himself away before stepping over to the sink behind the bar in the corner, turning it on to dampen a rag. He brings it to me, and I wipe up my hands and shirt as best I can while I eye him curiously.

“You didn’t come that much last time.”

Ryann says nothing, only watches me with folded arms, and I put my dick away before standing. His words from two months ago replay in my mind, causing me to shift on my feet awkwardly, which makes me realize I didn’t even take off my shoes. Jeez.