Page 92 of Bought and Broken

I’m trying to behave and not shove my cock down her throat because it’s her first time, but I’m tempted to. I don’t have to though, because she takes matters into her own hands and tries to deep throat me herself. She gags immediately, drool pouring from her mouth.

“Fuck, that felt good.”

She looks up at me with watery eyes and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Seriously?”

“Yes. Keep going.” I find the back of her head, but don’t urge her toward me like I normally would.

Things have always been different with Devon, and I’m not surprised I’m treating her differently than I would someone else.

Someone I don’t give a shit about.

Devon is different…

With another smirk, she takes me back into her mouth, testing her limits. Each time she goes deeper and deeper. Sometimes she gags; sometimes she doesn’t. But she doesn’t stop. Her eagerness is sexy as hell. The fact she wants to learn is hot. The fact she wanted to give me a blow job the moment I got home from work is even hotter.

The more time she spends on my dick, the more comfortable she gets. The more into it she gets. The closer I get to coming.

“You sure you want my cum in your mouth?”

She moans her response, which sounds like a yes to me. The vibrations have my balls tingling. I’m right on the edge, and when she takes me to the far back of her throat, I explode.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” It’s hardly a warning. The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m pulsing. She pulls back, gagging again, but trying like hell to keep going. She swallows what she can, but plenty spills out. Still feels good.

When she pulls back to suck in air, her eyes are red and tears are dripping down her face.

“That was so fucking hot,” I pant. “And you look so beautiful right now.”

She huffs out a laugh, wiping her mouth. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

I shake my head. “Promise you do.”

She holds my gaze for a moment before ducking her head and smiling shyly. When she looks back at me, her green eyes are gleaming with excitement.

“Can I make you dinner?” she asks hesitantly.

“You want to make me dinner?” I say with a laugh, fixing my pants.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

I make a show of looking around. “Am I on camera?”

She frowns, not understanding my point.

“You give me a blow job when I walk in from work. Now you want to cook me dinner?”

She gets to her feet and shrugs. “I just want to do something nice for you.”

I get up and put my hands around her waist. “Dinner would be amazing. I’m going to shower, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” I kiss her head and we part ways.

The shower is quick, and I dress in sweatpants and a t-shirt when I’m done. I see I have a missed call after getting dressed. It’s Dane, so I call him back.

“Hey, sorry,” I say when he answers.

“It’s cool. Just wanted to make sure you were still going to the charity thing on Friday?”

“Planned on it. Why?”

“Can we ride together?”

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