“Hi, Master. Thank you for fucking me. You look very sexy.” He was so smiley and calm that I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me or not.
“Brat.” But he was an adorable brat, so I slid deep into him in one smooth thrust and grinned as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “I think you need a reminder about being polite to your Dom.”
His moan and the way his head collapsed back down to the bed said he appreciated the form my reminder was taking. Every quick thrust took my dick deeper and got an even more desperate sound from him, and by the time I’d completely bottomed out, he was shaking.
“Yes. Good boy.”
He was nodding against the bed like he was agreeing with me, so I pulled almost all the way out and fucked him hard again. “Very good boy. Yes. Fuck. And yes.”
Since he could still make words, I decided I wasn’t doing enough to scramble his brains and started an almost punishing rhythm that had him making the sexiest whines. It wasn’t quite enough, though, so I pulled him up roughly until his back was pressed against my chest and I used his nipples as tiny, sensitive handholds.
Oh, that got me the prettiest sounds and not a word in sight.
It did, however, get me an orgasm from him.
Oops.
Well, live and learn.
Fucking the cum right out of him, I released his nipples and braced his chest with one hand and decided to torture his cock with the other. He was so sensitive, it didn’t take much at that point to push him into shaking and whimpering…all while he did his best to fuck himself between my hand and my dick.
My needy brat kept it up until he slouched back against me and rested his head against mine. “You’re incredible.”
Nearly every inch of him had melted, and the only part of him that still seemed to have working muscles was his ass. “Make me come, brat. Or I’ll buy numbing lube for your ass the next time I fuck you.”
The growled-out threat was enough to make him jerk and his ass started working at a faster pace. “That’s right.”
It took about three thrusts to get his brain working again. “You…you wouldn’t, though, right? I mean that’s…”
His worries would’ve sounded more believable if his dick hadn’t been jerking and trying to make a valiant effort to get hard again. Luckily for me, I still had my hand over it and he couldn’t hide what he really thought of the punishment.
“If you’re lucky, you’d feel the pressure of me fucking you.” I was right on the edge, so close that just fuckingwithhim was going to send me over. “I’m not even sure you’d get hard, but I’d have fun using your sexy ass.”
Sucking in a shaky breath, Kennedy shivered again. “You…that’s your favorite part of me.”
“Then squeeze it. Let me feel how much you want to please me.” That had him clenching around me, milking my dick for all he was worth. “Show me you want to be able to feel me next time. Show me you’re my good boy.”
I managed to drive him insane for a few more seconds, but when I nailed his prostate and he let out a sexy cry, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Exploding inside him, I wanted to curse at the condom but I held that back and focused on holding him tight, nuzzling against his neck as I came so hard every inch of me felt it.
When I finally stopped pounding into him, I sat back on my heels and pulled him down with me so he was on my lap. He sighed, and I wrapped my arms tighter around him as he yawned. “Being a good boy is exhausting.”
Yep, he’d done all the hard work.
Chuckling, I kissed his neck and petted his soft cock. “How are you feeling?”
Kennedy stared down at his dick and gave it a thoughtful frown. “He doesn’t behave well but he liked the taps.”
Good to know.
Shrugging, I gave it a pat. “It’ll just give me more reasons to punish him.”
Kennedy sighed. “That’s not very helpful, but it’s good to know that I was right about being curious about thepain on the penisitem on my list.”
He was curious about a lot of things I thought he was going to like.
“I’m glad you approve of how it worked out.” Barely running my finger over his wet slit, I grinned when he shivered. “I liked seeing your eyes roll back in your head and hearing you cry out.”
“That’s sweet but it also sounds a bit like you might be a serial killer.” His sigh said he didn’t think that was a problem. “I’mglad I got really well fucked before you decide where to bury my body.”
