Chapter 8
Five years earlier
Ryan pulled my hair harder, his belt buckle hitting my forehead.
He grunted and I knew he was coming. Of course he tried to push me off his lap, but I grabbed his thighs and bore down on him. I’d been fantasizing about swallowing his c*m for months and I wouldn’t let him shove me off anymore. We were alone in the house, hiding out in his basement, and I needed him to relax and trust me a little. But he jerked my head back and shot his load in his hand.
Then he jumped to his feet, and with his pants around his knees, stumbled away.
Bathroom. Running faucet. The usual.
I sat there, with my d**k hard as steel and my heart pounding with excitement, feeling a little guilty for pushing him over his limits again. But we’d been “seeing” each other for three month
