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“Do you like my muscles?” He had a tight, well-defined body from me dragging him to the gym on a regular basis and it just seemed the way his body was made, but now that he didn’t have to hide from me, there was a hungry look to him.
Of course, it took a few wiggles and whimpers before he nodded and moved to kneel beside me, spreading his knees without having to be told. I had to give him a bright smile and pat his head, shifting things toward the blushing side of the scale. “Perfect. And so quick too. I’ve got an eager little slut.”
For a variety of things and that made his face redder and his hip wiggles worse. “Oh, is your hug getting tighter?”
That whimper.
Amazing.
“Yes. You’re just. It’s.” Weston’s halting replies didn’t make me feel confident that he was aware of what he was saying, but it seemed positive and he leaned forward, barely holding himself back. “Thank you.”
Still on track.
“Alright then, you put those pretty lips on my chest and let me hear how much you love being able to worship your Master.” I had to chuckle when he dived face-first into my chest, rubbing his nose against me and closing his eyes. “You’re so cute.”
Me finding it adorable and slightly funny also seemed to turn him on even more based on the shiver that raced through him and the way he started humping the air. I had to give his ass another tap, though. “No humping. The hug stays on.”
That reminder got another good reaction as he shivered, but he nodded and seemed to do his best to keep his ass still. “Much better.”
He was pressed so tightly against my chest, his moan vibrated through me as he rubbed his face against me, finally starting to kiss my chest. “That feels so good, but I know how I can have even more fun.”
By playing with his ass.
This was going to be fabulous.
Chapter 15
Weston
Hug stayed on.
No humping.
I got to orgasm.
Master smelled so good.
So many muscles.
Hug stayed on.
“Yes, I love how happy that makes you, slut.” Master stroked my head, sounding pleased as I gave his pecs attention. Lots of attention. Master liked attention. “Such cute sounds.”
Master liked sounds.
Master liked knowing.
Master liked my toys.
His toys.
God, that was too hard to remember.
“Tighten and relax.” Master fucked me slowly with one finger. In. Out. He told me exactly what he wanted. “Again. That’s perfect. Just like that. You’re learning so fast.”
He made that sound so naughty.
Being smart shouldn’t be so wicked.
