Page 69 of For You, Sir

I put a hand behind his head to pull him in for a kiss, and Jun melted in my arms, parting his lips to allow me inside. His timid tongue touched mine, and he moaned as I conquered his mouth. I walked him backwards until I’d pressed him up against the cabinets. He rolled his hips, grinding his cock against me. The desperate muffled sounds he made got me hard and aching.

I pulled back from the kiss and Jun looked at me with a dazed expression, his flushed saliva-slick lips slightly parted, breathing hard. All mine.

“I think deep down, you know we’re gonna be fine.” I combed my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, as if savoring the touch. “You’ll still be my sexy service sub, whether you’re my butler or not. Won’t you?”

That got his attention—his wandering eyes locked onto mine. Instantly dutiful and ready to obey. “Yes,” he breathed. “For you, Sir.”

I nodded to myself, like this was the only answer I expected, and worked open his belt buckle. “Thought so. My man’s not worried. He just needstending to.” I grabbed the buckle and whipped his belt off.

He trembled with anticipation. “I do, Sir.”

I opened his slacks and drew his briefs down, setting the hard rod of his erection free. When I turned my gaze up, Jun was staring at me in breathless anticipation, holding the front of his shirt up to his navel.

Then I slid down to one knee, inspecting the goods up close, and gave his shaft a reverent peck. His cock was flushed red, the skin glossy and taut with arousal. I slid my mouth down over him, and Jun let out a sharp cry. His whole body spasmed, and he gripped my hair like a drowning man.

God, he tasted good. I swirled my tongue around the spongy-smooth head, enjoying his texture. I wanted to go wild on him, but Jun was already gasping like he was ready to spill, so I slowed things down. With one long suck, I slid my lips back, and he shivered when I popped off the end. I let his shaft drag along the stubble of my jaw and kissed the sharp angle of his hip.

“Sir, please…” His lovely, dark eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted.

“Hmm?” I shifted my hand to stroke him in a light grip, licking along the hard line of his hip flexor. The tension coiling there was all mine. And when his body went rag-doll limp with pleasure later, that would be all mine, too.

“I need…” His voice hitched in a hiccupping sound. “I…” His words tapered off into a strained whine.

“Ohh?” I looked up at him with a smug smile, circling the base of his cock with my fingers and giving it a tight squeeze. “You need something else?”

Jun caught his lower lip in his teeth and nodded.

I rose to my feet, leaning close to his ear. “Tell me.”

“I need… Sir’s…” Jun rested his cupped hand over the aching bulge straining at the front of my jeans.

“Use your words,” I murmured.

He whimpered and buried his face in the angle where my neck met my shoulder. “I would like you to…” He squeezed my cock through the thick denim of my fly. “…take me.”

“Take you to the bedroom?” I asked innocently.

“Yes, Sir, and… have me.” His whole body squirmed as I fondled his cock and he groped at mine. “Have you inside me.”

I shivered with greedy desire. I’d been trying to make him use vulgar words likefuck me, but Jun’s prim and proper butler-talk switched me on just as well. “Let’s go,” I purred in his ear.

I led him to the bedroom by the wrist, pulling him along more forcefully than I needed to because I knew it excited him. “Get undressed,” I commanded.

He loosened his necktie and slipped it over his head, then flicked open his shirt buttons with his eyes submissively lowered. Heat rushed to my groin as he revealed his smooth skin to me inch by tantalizing inch, revealing his pert pierced nipples—damn, those things continued to surprise me. I was tempted to take one in my mouth, tug on a piercing with my teeth, but I didn’t want to distract him from the order I’d already given.

He folded his shirt before setting it on the bed next to his tie, and the fussy butler strip tease had my mouth watering.

“Come here,” I commanded. I peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside.

He understood what I wanted and unzipped my jeans, then dropped to his knees, drawing them down. When I was laid bare, he closed his eyes and inhaled my scent, savoring it like a sommelier sniffing a fine wine. “Thank you, Sir,” he sighed.

I threaded my fingers into his meticulously neat hair, already looking forward to the mussed state it would be in after he was freshly fucked. He eagerly began mouthing my cock, working the base with his fingers. The tension in his shoulders relaxed.

“That’s good,” I crooned, stroking his hair back. “I want my butler able to perform at his best. I know that means he might need a deep dicking once in a while.”

“Mmph!” He responded with excitement at the dirty talk, his mouth still occupied with my cock. His hand drifted to his lap, and he began stroking himself.

I cupped the back of his head in my hand. “Now, now,” I scolded, slapping his hand away with my bare foot. “Let Sir handle that.” He nodded obediently and withdrew his hand, but I let my foot linger, rubbing his cock against his thigh until he whimpered.

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