Page 59 of Experiments in Love
“And what kind of boys want to be spanked and filled with cum? Hmm?” Rubbing over the area I’d spanked, I rocked my thumb to give him a little stretch. “Oh, someone wants their hole filled. Who’s got a needy hole?”
That got me another embarrassed sound but it also had him nearly orgasming.
“Me, Master.” He took in a wonderfully dramatic, shaky breath and rocked back to get more of my finger. “Your slut.”
The way Kennedy nearly moaned out the answer had me rewarding him with another spank and a firm squeeze. “That’s right. Such a good boy. I’m so proud of you for telling Jasper that you’re my slut.”
Kennedy’s brain seemed to come to a halt like it was glitching out and all he could do was clench around me and make the sexiest sounds.
So I rewarded him with another spank and did one better…I reached for the lube.
He was so distracted and turned on he didn’t seem to hear me opening it at all, but as I eased my thumb out of him, the beautiful sound of the lube was unmistakable.
And it got a sexy whimper from Kennedy as his ass wiggled, begging to be filled again.
“What’s that sound? Jasper might’ve missed it.” The question made Kennedy squeak, like he wasn’t sure if he was filled with more excited nervousness or embarrassed arousal. “How about you be a good boy and help him?”
He whined and squirmed…and then gave up pretending to be shy.
“The lube. It was the lube, Jasper.” Sucking in a breath, Kennedy let out a nervous yelp sound. “Mr. Jasper? Sir? Help, Master.”
Because manners needed to be observed?
“Mr. Jasper, slut.” Sliding two slick fingers about an inch into my needy boy, I smiled as he nearly came off the bed and let out the sexiest whine. “Tell Mr. Jasper how good that feels.”
“Stuffed and it’s…your…I…fingers, Master.” Kennedy was trying but his ability to form full sentences was failing.
“Yes, just two fingers make my needy boy so happy.” He was wonderfully sensitive. “If you beg sweetly and tell Mr. Jasper what a good slut you are for your Master, I’ll give you more.”
The promise of more if he was naughty for me got an embarrassed moan from Kennedy but his ass pumped and he wiggled again. “I shouldn’t…I’m not…”
Not putting up much of a fight and not using his safeword.
Still, I played along and barely pumped my fingers into him, only going up to the first knuckle to drive him crazy. “Aren’t you my good boy? Don’t you want more?”
Humming questioningly, I inched them back and forth again. “I can’t even reach your button like this and that’s your favorite part. You’re my sweet button slut.”
Kennedy loved his prostate and wasn’t afraid to make that very clear.
And his whine said he was tempted.
“You’ll…if I’m a good boy, you’ll play with my button?” His sweetly delivered question was filled with need and I knew it’dhave Jasper gripping his dick even harder. “It’s lonely, Master. It needs attention.”
Such an adorable slut.
“Yes, if you’re a good boy, I’ll play with your button and even spank you again.” Tempting him, I reached between his legs and stroked his cock. “There are lots of places I can spank a naughty slut.”
His excited squeak made me grin, but I managed not to laugh. “I…I’m your good boy.”
“Then show me.” Barely wiggling my fingers got another needy sound from him. “I’m not going to play with your button until you give me what I want.”
His sigh was wonderfully dramatic. “You’re my Master. I forgot I belonged to you.”
How he’d forgotten that part I had no idea, but it was cute and very Kennedy.
“I’m…I’m Master’s good slut, Mr. Jasper.” Kennedy’s sweet tone just made the wicked words even more perfect. “I’m his slut, and since I’m a good boy, he’s going to play with my button.”
Sliding my fingers deeper, I paused just out of range of his prostate and Kennedy knew it too based on his needy whine. “What else am I going to do? Tell him, slut.”
