Page 46 of Testing the Goalie

“Such a good boy,” Ian praises, his voice gravelly and deep with desire.

I never knew I had a praise kink until I met Ian, but there’s no denying now that I one hundred percent do. His words fill my chest with a warmth I’ve never experienced. It’s something I could easily become addicted to.

He swipes his cock across my tongue a couple of times, his precum coating it, making me desperate to swallow the delicious taste, but I still refrain.

I want to be a good boy.

“Suck my cock, boy,” he instructs, and I eagerly do just that.

My eyes almost roll into the back of my head when I swallow his salty sweetness, but it’s not enough.

I need more.

I’ve always been a bit of a cum slut who loves giving head, but with Ian, it’s worse. If I could live with his cock in my mouth, I’d be a happy man. I’m desperate for his load, and I’ll do anything to receive it.

Ian places his hands on the back of my head, pushing forward until my nose is buried in his pubes. I gag a little around him, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he holds me there, with his cock lodged in my throat, cutting off my ability to breathe. When he finally pulls back, I suck in a deep breath through my nose, cherishing the precious air before he thrusts deep again.

Some people might not like being used like this, but I find it pure bliss. I get to be Daddy’s fuck toy, and he only wants me. It’s such a rush.

It doesn’t take long for Ian to forget the idea of going slow, deciding that hard and fast is how he wants it. He abuses my throat, fucking my face with everything he has like it’s his job, and I sit here taking it like the good boy I am. I dig my fingers into my thighs to stop myself from reaching out to touch him, waiting for his command to tell me I can move.

Some people might think how Ian is using me is purely for his pleasure, but it’s not. I’m beyond turned-on right now, and my cock is impossibly hard. Could I possibly come without even being touched? A part of me thinks if Ian gave the word, I’d erupt like a geyser.

The sweet and salty flavor of Ian’s precum grows stronger, and by the way he’s grunting, his brows pulled together in an almost pain-filled way, I’m positive he’s going to come at any moment. But when he pulls out and steps away, I’m shocked and left wanting.

Ian doesn’t say anything right away. His eyes are shut, and his breathing is labored. If I had to put my money on it, he’s trying to calm himself down. Clearly, I haven’t earned his load yet.

“You have the most talented mouth ever. I almost wasn’t able to stop myself,” Ian states after about a minute goes by, finally looking at me again.

“You didn’t have to stop,” I reply. “I wanted your milk.”

Ian smirks, tilting his head to the side. “Is that right?” he asks, and I nod rapidly. “And what gave you the idea that you’re the one who decides where I shoot my load?”

I pout, staring at the floor. “I was just hoping,” I murmur.

Ian chuckles and reaches for my chin, tipping my head up to look at him. “I’m well aware that you wanted your sweet little mouth filled with my hot cum, and even though I’d love that, I’ve also been dreaming about being buried in that tight ass of yours. So, strip and ride me,” he commands, sitting on the couch beside me.

My cock pushes against my clothes from his dirty words. Fuck, I love it when he talks like that. Wanting to obey him right this very second, I stand quickly, getting a little lightheaded in the process, but I don’t let it slow me down. I’m a little clumsy as I strip out of my clothes, desperate to have his cock inside me now. Once I’m naked, I strut over to Ian and wait for further instructions.

“Lay over my lap. I’m going to stretch you,” he instructs.

Getting into position, my eyes land on a bottle of lube that is now sitting on the couch with a condom beside it. Ian must have had them stashed in one of the end tables. There’s something about a man who is prepared. It’s fucking hot.

“Next time you come over, you should wear a butt plug. That way, I don’t have to stretch you,” he states, and I wiggle a little at the idea.

Fuck, it would be insanely hot to be plugged while Ian fucked my face. Then he could spin me around, pull out the plug, and immediately sink into my already-prepped ass. It would be even hotter if he went without the condom and filled me with his load. Maybe he would even put the plug back in when he was done, forcing his release to stay inside my channel until he said it was time for it to come out.

It ended up taking us a little longer to get tested than he had planned, but we should have our results back next week. I’m praying Ian is ready to go bare by then because it’s literally all I can think about.

I wiggle again, my throbbing cock rubbing against Ian’s thigh. Shit, that feels good. Even though I shouldn’t, I move again, practically grinding against his thigh.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Ian asks, rubbing my ass with his large hand.

“Please, Daddy. I need you,” I beg, and there isn’t a single ounce of shame at how desperate my voice is.

“Then stay still,” he commands in his Daddy voice, and I immediately stop. “There’s my good boy,” he praises, rubbing an already slicked finger around my pucker.

When the hell did he lube it up? Clearly, I was too far in my head, lost in the fantasy of Ian breeding me to notice.

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