Page 2 of Good Boy

He rolled his blue eyes and flicked the tip of his tongue out of his mouth as he climbed on. It was a snug fit, but I wasn't complaining. With his hands tight around my waist, we rode the fifteen minutes back to my condo in silence, with the sounds of New York’s nightlife washing over us like a wave.Fuck, I hope he tastes as good as he smells.I parked out front of the condo, on the sidewalk, not giving a fuck about parking rules, and held open the door for my little toy. He looked around like a lost puppy, his gaze lingering on the marble flooring and golden elevators.

"Just wait," I said, walking into the elevator.

He raised a brow. "Just wait for what?"

I pressed the red button with the letter P on it and leaned into the wall. "Until you're on your knees with my cock between your eyes."

A smidge of red coated his cheeks, and I took a moment to survey his features: flushed skin, trembling lips, anticipation radiating from him like heat. The elevator dinged, and a bud of a smile played on my lips as I crossed the threshold into my penthouse.

"Fuck me," he blurted, his eyes locked on the the city that never sleeps skyline in the distance.

"I will. Just give me a second."

I toed out of my boots and socks, then lifted my shirt over my head. He was so distracted by the skyline that he didn't see me coming up behind him. I made a quick move and pinned him against the wall. He tried to resist, and a spark of laughter dripped off my tongue at his attempt.

I leaned in, my lips teasing the shell of his ear. "Remember, you told me yes."

I took his lips, killing the words on his tongue. He kissed hard, his tongue fucking my mouth like the needy little toy he was. He lowered his head, trailing his lips over my jawline and down my neck, sucking hard enough for me to feel it in my balls. Fuck, it felt good, and if I was in the giving mood, I would have let him have his way with me right here in the living room, but I craved to see his lips work my cock. I took a step back, shattering the balls-tingling sensation of his lips on my neck. He watched with intent as I retreated another step, until there was enough distance for him to kneel.

"Take off your fucking clothes," I deadpanned.

He striped in record time, tossing his clothes aside until he was completely bare. I circled him slowly, drinking in the sight of his lithe body and his flush-stained cheeks. My gaze landed on his cock, hard and leaking.

"On your knees," I ordered.

He dropped without hesitation, gazing up at me with wide, eager eyes. I unbuckled my belt, freeing my erection, and his lips parted on a soft moan.

"Look at how desperate you are for this," I said, stroking myself lazily.

He leaned in, a hungry attempt to take me into his mouth, but I pulled him away with a sharp tug on his hair. He whimpered, straining against my grip.

"So greedy and needy. You'd do anything for my cock, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," he gasped. "Please, I need to taste you."

"And you will," I promised. "When I'm good and ready. For now, I want you to kneel there, look pretty, and keep your fucking mouth shut. Understand?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. I released his hair and turned away to walk over to the couch. The night was still young, and I had plans for the little fuck toy whimpering on his knees. I settled onto the sofa and stretched my arms over the back.

"Get your tight ass over here. Crawl."

He crawled over on his hands and knees, gazing up at me expectantly. I stroked a hand through his hair, tightening my grip just to hear his breath hitch.

"So beautiful like this," I murmured. "On your knees where you belong, waiting to please me. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"Yes," he whispered.

I leaned back against the sofa, slowly palming myself through my jeans as I gazed down at the twink kneeling between my legs. His eyes filled with desire as he fixed on the obvious bulge in my pants.

"You want this cock, don't you?" I asked, popping the button of my jeans.

He nodded frantically, leaning in to mouth at my erection through the fabric. I grasped a handful of his hair and yanked him back. "Did I say you could touch?"

He whimpered, shaking his head. "Sorry, sir."

"You need to learn some patience," I scolded. "Or you won't get to taste my cock at all."

I shoved him onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head. He gasped as I settled my weight on top of him, grinding our erections together. The friction was delicious, ratcheting up the ache inside me. I crushed my mouth against his in a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans.

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