Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir. I can’t wait for you to use me.”
Marshall cups my face, smiling down at me, and something twists in my chest—it fills and expands in a way that I don’t quite have the words for.
“Good boy.” He feeds me his erection, and I open up, gladly taking him inside, loving the familiar stretch of my lips and how it couples with the fullness in my ass. “Fuck yourself, sweet boy. Sate that needy little hole while I feed you my cum.”
Not for the first time, my eyes roll back, and the world begins feeling a little fuzzy. I pull off the dildo, then slam myself back so my ass can swallow it again. As soon as I do, Sir begins to fuck my face. He doesn’t go easy on me, and I lose my rhythm. I struggle with taking his cock and the dildo, but I do my best, trying to get my body to work together, pleasuring both of us.
He goes hard at my throat, making me cry and gag the way we both love. My ass is stretched so full as I use the toy for my pleasure, and I realize that Sir is using me the same way. He gave me a toy because I’m his, and there is something incredibly satisfying about that. Something that makes me feel dirty and slutty but also useful and like I’m giving this man—who I want so much—something that he needs, something no one else can give him. The power in that surges through me, fills me up, makes me work harder for us.
My balls are high and full, cock aching and hard. The dildo hits my prostate when Sir buries his cock in my throat, using me for my purpose. One I take pride in.
My orgasm bears down on me, making me feel jittery and tingly. I fuck myself harder with the toy while trying to be the best cocksucker in the world for him. Sir chokes me, his hand fisting in my hair, making my scalp burn, and all I can think is yes and more and I love this.
The little hold I have on myself melts away, lights dancing in my vision as my balls draw up higher, bliss and pleasure bouncing around my insides like a pinball.
My orgasm hits me, my load shooting all over the bathroom floor, just seconds before Sir’s cock twitches in my mouth, the first hot spurt of his load sliding down my throat. He pulls out so he shoots again in my mouth, then more so he can come all over my face. I want it in my belly and on my skin. Want to be made up of nothing but the satisfaction he gives me and to walk around smelling like his cum.
“Fuck. You are so goddamned beautiful,” he says, and I smile, eyes droopy and tired, body sated and weak.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Marshall rubs some of his cum into my skin and pushes some into my mouth. I eat it greedily.
“Lick yours off the floor too, please. We don’t waste cum around here.”
I think I smile again, but I can’t even tell. I’m feeling too much, too happy and fulfilled. I bend down, the dildo coming out of my ass when I do, and hungrily slurp up my own load from the floor. It’s not quite as salty tasting as his, and when I finish, he tells me, “I’m so proud of you. You were wonderful for me, sweet boy.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I slur.
“Come.” He helps me to my feet and leads me to his bed. We climb in together, Marshall wrapping his arms around me.
“Can I suck you? I want to be between your legs.”
He trembles, and it makes me feel like I’m flying.
“Is that what you need from me right now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then yes.”
I slide down his body, rest my head on his thigh, and suckle his soft cock. Sir runs his fingers through my hair, tickles his fingertips against my cheek, my neck—touching me, giving me a soft place to come down, caring for me in ways I’ve read about but didn’t know I would need so badly.
“Rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. You served me so very well today, and you deserve a break. I’m so proud of my good boy.”
I slip under, smiling around the cock in my mouth, and everything is perfect.
*
I wake up with my nose buried in Sir’s balls, and I can’t say it’s not an excellent place to be. I sit up, and he’s on his phone, looking at something, legs spread for my needy ass to sleep between them.
“Sorry I fall asleep afterward more times than not.” I don’t always when we play, but it does take a lot out of me.
“No worries. It’s clearly something you need. Crashing afterward is different for everyone.”