Page 55 of Weston & Cyrus
“That’s right. Keep going. This is what I want when you finally get my cock inside you.” Tight. Relax. Tight. Relax. “Yes, you’re going to make me so happy. Such a good boy.”
His good puppy tone made me squirm and hump and…oh…
His smack made sparks fill my brain and it got even fuzzier. “No humps.”
No humps.
But humps got spanks.
Spanks made sparks.
Sparks made me whine and hide.
Whining made the humps start again.
“If you want to come, I expect to see better behavior.” Master rubbed where he’d spanked but his tone had me trying to remember that I was supposed to be a good boy.
I wanted to come.
Hug stayed on.
I got to come.
“I’ll be a good slut.” Kisses and licks showed him how good I could be. Yes. Very good. “Yes.”
Right then, it meant worshipping him and showing him how much I loved his body. His hard body. His big body. His strong body.
“That’s right. Show me what a sweet slut I’ve got. Show me how you’ve wanted to touch me.” My whine made him chuckle.“You were technically trying to be polite before, I know that, but we both know you wanted to be naughty.”
Since he knew and wasn’t mad, I nodded. “You were…you’re so big and you…”
Master cupped the back of my head and rubbed my face against his pecs. “You wanted to rub against me and hump me. I bet you’ve got all kinds of naughty fantasies.”
“I…I was good before.” I could feel my face heating up but I’d been good. “Now…now is different.”
“That’s right. You’re my slut now, so you don’t have to hide how dirty and needy you are.” Master said it like it was everyday kind of normal. “No more pretending for my slut, though. I want to hear all those naughty fantasies.”
I couldn’t hold them back any longer, and having him right there for me to touch made them even stronger. “Can…”
I shouldn’t.
But he wanted to know.
I wanted to come, so I had to follow his rules.
“Tell me, slut.” Master squeezed my ass before he reached for the lube, and I hid my face tighter against him. “Rewards, slut. Don’t forget your reward.”
My orgasm.
Having him inside me.
Getting dirty.
Hug stayed on.
The reminders ran around my head in circles until a slicked finger slipped inside me, bringing them all to a halt. Masterchuckled again, fucking me too gently as I whined and wiggled. “Tell me. You know that’s what I want from my naughty boy. Confess how dirty you are.”
I had to.
