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I breathed through my nose as he kept his cock still, then once my reflex settled, he slid further, his cock sliding down my throat.
“Just like that, baby. Breathe in and out. That’s all you have to do. I’ll do the rest.”
Once he was fully inside my mouth, my eyes watered more as he slid out all the way, my mouth instantly missing him filling me.
“Do you like my cock down your throat, baby?”
I nodded, keeping my tongue out like he wanted.
He slid back in, and once he hit my gag reflex, my tongue twitched again. “No more taking it easy. I told you you were in trouble. Now I’m here to punish my girl.”
He seated himself down my throat as I choked on him. My tongue flexed along his length, eliciting a moan from him as I swallowed his cock. He pulled out quick, then shoved back in as I evened my breathing out through my nose, calming my reflex.
“That’s a good girl. Learning how to take my cock in all your holes.”
I moaned at the thought of him filling me elsewhere, but my moan was cut off by him shoving back down my throat, fucking my mouth relentlessly. I reached up to cup his balls, and he moaned, his head falling back as I made sounds around his cock I never thought I’d hear come from me.
His hand tightened in my hair. “Can I come in your pretty mouth, baby?”
I gave a hum in response along with a slight nod, and in seconds, warm spurts of his release were shooting down my throat. I swallowed each drop as he came, and once he was done, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, hauling me up under my arms.
He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me like I was his only source of oxygen.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Oakley,” he murmured as he fixed my bra.
“What about me?” I asked. My panties were beyond soaked, and I was sure there was a wet spot on my jeans.
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Baby girl, my punishment didn’t just end with fucking your throat. We’re going to go watch a movie, and I’ll think about letting you come after.”
My bottom lip pouted out, and he kissed it, dragging my lip in between his teeth with a small bite.
He pulled back and smoothed a hand over my hair, then bent to hand me my shirt.
Lennon Bronson was torturing me, but I liked it.
I liked everything he did to me.
36
Oakley
Lennon had stuck to his word, keeping me practically squirming on the couch with my legs draped over him as we watched our movie. Once the movie was done, before the end credits could even begin rolling, he’d scooped me up in his arms and brought me to the bedroom where he’d made me come over and over again, telling me how much of a good girl I was for waiting.
Before Lennon, my sex life was more boring than a twelve-hour car ride with no music and nothing but flat desert terrain to look at. I’d had orgasms before, but nothing like what Lennon made me experience. Lennon didn’t just unravel me - he made me explode every time an earth-shattering orgasm overtook me.
The bell dinging above the door pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to find Margaret walking through the door to Tumbleweed Feed with a small cart in front of her. She was leaning some of her weight on it to keep her steady.
“Good morning, Margaret. You doing okay?” I asked her, eyeing the cart.
She nodded, waving me off with a wrinkled hand. “I’m alright, dear. Just got my cart with me today for all the bird seed I have to buy.”
I gave a closed-lip smile, coming around the register. “Let me help you pile it in.”
She didn’t fight me this time. “That’d be lovely.”
I kept a slow pace beside her as we made our way down the small animal aisle, coming up on the bird seed stacked neatly on the shelf. “How many bags?” I asked her.
“Four, please,” she replied, her voice scratchy with age.
