Page 152 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
“R-Ready,” George agreed, head hanging. It was barely a word at all. Like the bastard between a whisper and sigh.
“Okay.” I squeezed my dick to stave off my orgasm before reaching forthe lube and slicking myself up. My hands shook a little. Anticipation? Excitement? Fear of fucking this up? All three. I used more than was probably necessary, but I really didn’t want to hurt him. And the more lube the better, in my opinion. “Bear down,” I commanded as I notched the head of my cock against his hole and began to push.
At first, he didn’t want to let me in. He was shaking, these needy gasps escaping him as my crown teased the seam of his twitchy hole. Shiny with lube and slightly puffy, he looked wrecked.
No porno was as good as this.
Nothing could ever compare to this.
My dick ached, balls jerking as I bit my lip hard. The pain helped keep me in check as I waited for him to do as he was told. He bore down, finally, and I slipped in with a grunt. It became too easy all of a sudden, the tight-snug-wet-hot-wet of his hole sucking around my tip.
“Oh, Jesus god fucking fuck,” I groaned, dropping my head against George’s shoulder. “You are fucking sin, baby. So good. I can’t—oh fuck.” My hips flexed, barely a twitch, but it was enough to make George sob.
“C-ca-can’t,” he whimpered, thrashing, though he remained obediently in the position I’d put him.
“You can,” I encouraged. “Just…just hold still, sweetheart. Let me in. Let me—I need—” I pressed a little deeper, and George howled. “Fuckfuckfuck.” I was not going to last like this. There was no fucking way. Not with him wet and tight, and the silicone a hard ridge against me. “I can’t—I can’t last—C’mon, take it, take it, take it?—”
“M-more,” George whined, encouraging me. “Green, green, green.” Another inch, another whine from us both. On and on we went, slow and steady. And by the time my cock was sucked up entirely inside all that delicious heat, I was barely holding on to my last thread of sanity. “More, more, more,” George begged, spread so wide he couldn’t fucking move.
I pulled back a little, sinking in only an inch, but it was enough. Didn’t evenhave to move the dildo at all. We spilled in tandem, George’s dick spurting all over the wood beam he was leaning against. “Fuck, fuck,” he gasped at the same time I sank my teeth in the back of his neck.
I snapped into him, chasing my own release.
I had enough semblance of self control to reach around for his dick, milking him through the last spurts of come as I rutted into his ass over and over and over, steady, barely there thrusts that we both felt all the way to our toes.
Gasping, and still reeling from how intense that had been, it took me a second to get my head screwed on right. When my thoughts came back online, the first thing I did was release his neck. Another bite mark remained, this one darker than the last. Glancing down nearly made me orgasm a second time. Hole stuffed, my cum began to leak around my cock and the dildo.
“So good,” I murmured, kissing over the bite I’d left as my hips flexed one last time, pushing my cum deeper. “You’re my good, good boy. Taking what I give you.” Another flex. The sound that he made was filthy as hell—and so loud. “I’m gonna take your dildo out, baby, okay? Gonna do it nice and slow.”
I was reluctant to leave his heat. At least, right now. Was it too much to ask for a few more minutes? I couldn’t wait to feel his hole sans dildo when it was sloppy from the mess I’d made. George nodded, signaling his consent as I carefully began to pull the toy out of him. It was slow going. And when it finally popped free we both audibly sighed.
“Better?” I confirmed, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. I figured I’d clean it up later, but for now, I needed both hands to make sure George was doing okay.
“Mhm,” George’s voice was fucked out and submissive.
“You like my cock in you?” I murmured, flitting my lips across his shoulder, the bite I’d left, and up his neck. “Does it feel good?” My hand went to his belly, rubbing over it like I was holding the womb he didn’t have.
“Mhm,” George agreed, attempting to clench around me and failing. Like his hole simply couldn’t close up, it’d been stretched so wide. Fuck. I flexedforward again, the wet slap noise echoing.
“I like your cunt too, baby. I’d fill it up always if I could. Stuff you full and keep you happy.” He’d said he liked to be bred, hadn’t he? “I’d give you my babies,” I husked against the shell of his ear, fluttering it with a few tiny kisses. The skin was hot—maybe the sunburn, maybe the flush? Either way, I supposed it didn’t matter. My hand squeezed his non-existent womb again, holding his belly snug so he couldn’t move. “You like my cum inside you? Like knowing I’m trying to knock you up? Even if it doesn’t work.”
I shuddered, my own words getting to me.
“Yes,” George didn’t even bother denying it. At this point I was pretty sure he’d do anything for me. Say anything. He was innocent and soft andperfectlike this. All his walls were down—and god…I’d put him there. I’d sunk him in honey, and now it was my job to bring him out of it. To shower him in the sort of praise and adoration that he deserved.
That he’dalwaysdeserved.
“You did so well, Duchess,” I promised. “Such a good, good boy for me. My pretty, lovely, precious sweetheart. I’m sopleasedwith you,” George shuddered, a sound escaping him as his hole attempted to squeeze again—once more failing. “You made me so very happy,” I continued, knowing he needed this—especially now.
I’d been told that sometimes subs could experience something called a “drop” after a scene if they were not carefully taken care of—and even sometimes then too. And I didn’t want that for George. I wanted him to feel dazed, and fuzzy, and important. Wanted his sweet, worried brain to rest like he so desperately needed.
“I’m so proud of you.” My voice was gentle as I reached around him, tenderly beginning to pick at the knots of rope around his wrists. “I couldn’t be more proud. So obedient for me, weren’t you? Playing my games with me.”
“Mhmm,” George’s voice was hoarse. It was difficult to get the ropes undone while reaching around his body like this, but I managed. It took longer thanI wanted, but soon enough, the red rope had fallen to the floor, and I was rubbing feeling back into his arms.
“You want me to pull my dick out?” I asked. There wasn’t really a sexy way to ask that. “While I?—”
“No.” George’s answer was quick—superfucking quick. I grinned, rutting into him with another greedy slap of our hips. My dick was softening, which sucked, but…I figured I’d let his hole keep me warm for as long as it was able.
