“I’m going to bend you over and fuck you so hard, baby.” That was what we both wanted to hear, but he’d already come twice, so my control was more precariously balanced than his. “I can’t wait to hear your sounds. You’re going to be so sexy.”
And I couldn’t wait to hear what came out of his mouth.
I might be able to get him stuttering sometimes, but Kennedy’s brain wouldn’t let that happen too often. It just had too many wonderful things to comment on to stay silent. “I’m going to make you beg to come.”
Shifting his grip so his palm was rubbing the head of my cock, Kennedy whimpered sweetly and nodded. “I can’t wait to beg for you, Master.”
Naughty brat.
But I had to reward the effort.
It was what any good Dom would’ve done in my place.
Letting go of all restraint, I tightened my grip on him and used his body to send me over the edge. The way it tightened his grip was amazing, but I loved the confidence it seemed to give him because he started kissing along my neck, nibbling and making the sexiest sounds. “You’re going to make me feel so good, Master. I’ll be so tight for you. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
When my orgasm finally slowed and his touch was too much, I kissed his head and gentled my grip. He was paying wonderfulattention to me and relaxed his hold, barely touching me as he let me come down from my high.
Even though he seemed to think he didn’t read people very well, he read me perfectly and snuggled against me until we got to the point where I needed to hear my boy. “Oops. But that’s okay. You’re going to stay with me to keep your promise.”
I managed not to laugh, but my chest was shaking as he giggled. When I finally got my delight under control, I shrugged and sighed. “You’re right, but you’re very understanding.”
He nodded against me, slowly releasing my cock as he pressed a kiss to my neck. “And I’m going to remember what’s private between us.”
“Because you’re a good boy and what do good boys get from their Doms?” Just the question had him shivering and rubbing his erection against me.
“Rewards.” Sighing, he rested his head on my shoulder. “That’s my favorite word.”
Chuckling, I patted his ass. “One of my favorites is spank.”
Snickering, Kennedy shook his head as he straightened. “That does not surprise me.”
Since he didn’t seem to mind that, I shrugged. “What can I say? You have a very nice ass and it looks even better when it’s pink.”
And his brain was off.
I could see it starting to whirl as he stepped back and reached for the bodywash he had on a small ledge. “Are asses your favorite part of a person?”
Hmm.
“I guess if I had to pick one, yes. They’re very multipurpose.” My answer had his head tilting and his cock going soft from lack of attention.
“That’s an interesting point.” He was still considering it thoughtfully as he squirted out some of the soap and started softly running his hands over my chest. “You can spank it with a variety of objects. It’s attractive in abite into it like a peachkind of way.”
His brain was wonderful.
But his hands were going to make me hard again.
“It’s got the anus in it, so that gives you even more things to do with it.” Frowning, he looked down at my cock. “My favorite is a penis, but I can see why you like asses.”
“Penises are fun too.” Grabbing the bodywash for myself, I started at his shoulders and began working my way over his skin. “They’re multipurpose as well. Just for different kinds of things.”
“You can spank them, though.” Still watching me thoughtfully and like he was analyzing every inch of my dick, his frown stayed put. “You can jerk them off for self-pleasure and display them nicely.”
“But you can fuck yourself with a variety of toys and make the self-pleasure last even longer that way.” I couldn’t help looking down at his cock as I washed his chest. “And if you display penises too nicely, you get arrested.”
That was not the goal.
“Nice asses fill out a pair of pants beautifully and you’re less likely to get the police called.” Or just generally offend someone enough they make drama.
