#Chapter224
Hitting the thing to vibrate, cussing loudly when he had to stop for a battery change because the thing had ran dry, he punished Ronan's giggles by lubing it up and shoving it in without warning. The little bastard's giggles quickly dried up, and a sharp intake of breath followed.
And that was just the warm up.
He let him suffer like that, taking his cock in his hand, working it nice and slow, forcing him to settle at his pace, punishing him by taking away the movement every time he tried to take control by jerking his hips or trying to set the pace.
It was a magnificent cock. Clean and cut, easily bigger than his own by at least an inch— funnily enough, he loved that. He loved that he didn't have to have the element of unnatural size on his side to make him squeal. It all came down to skill, baby.
