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)
When it’s almost time for him to get home, I take my clothes off, grab the lube, go into the kitchen, and sit there and wait.
Me: Take your clothes off at the door, everything except the things I dressed my pretty boy in, then meet me in the kitchen.
Sweet Boy: Yes, Sir.
It feels like an eternity before I hear the front door opening. A rustling sound comes from the entryway, and I smile, knowing he’s doing as his Sir said. It doesn’t surprise me when a moment later Jay crawls around the corner, rather than walking.
“The way you love being on your knees for me is breathtaking, but when you reach me, I’d like you to stand for a moment. I didn’t have nearly enough time earlier to look at you all dressed up for me.”
His cheeks pinken deliciously. “Yes, Sir.” Jay continues to crawl. He stops when he’s between my legs, my dick already plumping at just the sight of him. He stands, the bulge from the cage obvious beneath the pink panties.
“Such a pretty boy.” I draw circles on his caged cock through the panties. “These look nice on you. Do you like wearing panties for me?”
“I like knowing it’s you who put them on me… You who asked me to wear them. It’s not the panties themselves that excite me as much as knowing it’s what you want… That you were thinking about me, that you put together a whole night with me in mind, planning and preparing. It makes me feel…important. Powerful.”
My heart beats against my chest, everything inside me calling out to him. “You like knowing I’m always thinking about you. You’re never out of my mind.”
He nods. “When you plan things for us like this, it makes me feel loved.”
I cup his bulge, squeeze his caged cock, rub my palm against his balls. “You are loved…but tonight, you’re also my toy. You fed me dinner, and now we’re in the kitchen for me to feed you yours. I made it myself.” I flick my gaze toward my swelling balls. “I just haven’t decided which hole I’m going to feed you through. For now, though, turn around so I can see that cute little ass of yours.”
“God, I love this, Sir.” Jay twists, the pink lace tight across his bubble butt. Leaning in, I kiss the knot at the bottom of his spine, then lick a trail on his skin along the band of the panties. Jay moans, fidgets, and I smack his ass.
“Stand still. I’m tasting…playing…enjoying what’s mine.”
“Yes, Marshall.”
I squeeze his ass cheeks, still kissing and licking his skin. “How was it tonight?”
“The longer the night went on, the harder it was…the more I felt the plug, noticed the lace against me every time I moved. It would turn me on thinking about it or feeling it, and then my dick would try to get hard, and I couldn’t…which strangely turned me on more.”
“Not strange.” I bite his ass and savor the sound of his hiss. “You know your Sir wanted you to feel all those things, and it reaches a part of your brain that can only be reached by the things we do together. That’s why we’re perfect for each other.”
“We are…” he replies just before I dig my teeth into his other cheek, making his knee almost buckle.
“Turn around, pretty boy. Kneel and finish getting me hard so we can get some dinner in you.”
“Why is that so sexy?” Jay asks before doing what I said. I slide forward so my ass is hanging off the chair slightly. My boy doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he leans down and tongues my balls.
“How does it smell? I didn’t take a shower, just for you,” I admit, knowing he loves the musky, sweaty taste and scent of me.
“It smells like where I belong.” Jay inhales deep breaths through his nose, nudging me with it, burying himself between his Sir’s legs, worshipping at the altar of me.
He licks my nuts again, then moves up to my already hard shaft, tongue journeying from base to tip.
I grab his hair, fist my hand in it, holding the base of my cock and angling it toward his face. “Time to fuck my pretty toy.” I lower his mouth to my cock, snapping my hips upward at the same time. Jay takes it beautifully, hungrily, swallowing around my head every time I hit the back of his throat. “You love this, don’t you? Love gagging on my cock for me.”
He nods, nails digging into my thighs, knowing if it’s ever too much, all he has to do is tap on me and I’ll let him go.
When I pull off, he tries to scramble forward again. “More…please…use me.”
Pulling him to me, I push my tongue into his mouth instead. He tastes like everything I never knew I needed until him, all my favorite things wrapped up into one.