Chapter 8 I’m a Good Boy #2
Wordlessly, Davidson spread his legs wider, settling deeper into the chair.
I undid his fly and reached into his underwear. His cock grew hard as soon as I breathed on it.
Holy hell.
No, he wasn’t human. This was the last and unmistakable proof.
I couldn’t remember if I’d felt it before when I’d stroked him or if his cock had transformed since last night.
It was immense, a good nine inches for sure.
The lower part was thicker, bulging with a subtly swollen knot, then it got a little thinner going upward, but still fat enough for my fingers not to meet when I fisted it.
It widened underneath the crown where five thick ridges stuck out, circling the already generous girth.
His cockhead was plump, mushroom-shaped, a little pointed toward the slit.
The whole thing was most definitely monstrous.
Staring at it, I struggled to breathe, but when I inhaled properly, the scent made me gasp. My pulse went haywire.
Primitive desire clouded my brain, and I opened my mouth right over the slit. Rubbing my tongue along the small opening, I imagined cum pouring out of it and shuddered head to toe.
With a moan, I wrapped both hands around the thick base and stroked it up and down. The emotion coursing through me could only be described as greed.
Mine. All of that, from the heavy, cum-filled balls to the bulging crown—all of it was mine.
I sucked the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Davidson grunted, and a few drops of precum coated my tongue.
Oh yes, please!
The taste went straight into my womb, a surge of energy flaring from that spot.
My hole loosened. I licked and sucked, shamelessly gyrating my hips.
I wanted his cum in my mouth. In my stomach.
I kneaded his enlarged knot, milking his cock while taking as much into my mouth as I could.
When my lips passed over the ridges, Davidson groaned from deep within.
Good to know. I stayed there, sliding up and down over those firm bumps, the huge cockhead reaching deep enough to make breathing difficult.
But I didn’t need to breathe. I only needed my alpha’s cum.
He gripped my head with both hands, and his thighs tensed. He seemed to struggle to stay put. I dragged my tongue along the underside, teasing the sensitive ridges, and sucked as hard as I was able to.
Davidson let out a loud, throaty moan, and hot cum burst into my mouth in thick pulses.
It was just as amazing as I’d thought. Like his scent, it held nothing of the usual bitterness or alpha musk.
A hint of salt and some peculiar, vaguely familiar spices, and thick, savory cream.
Moaning, I gulped it down and caught the next pulse on my tongue.
I massaged his length and ate it all, not wasting a single drop.
Solid five mouthfuls, creamy, the best of the best. Seriously, I’d never tasted cum as delicious as Davidson’s, and I’d tasted plenty.
In fact, I wondered if anything had ever tasted better than his cum.
Humming, I licked my Master’s cock, happy to stay on my knees for as long as he’d let me.
He looked at me with warmth, seemingly pleased, and I was proud of myself.
This I could do—look good while I got my alpha off.
I wished I could kill off the few remaining brain cells I had and become nothing but a toy.
Sometimes, I pretended not to care about myself, but in the end, I always did care, and that was the problem.
If only I could become this man’s plaything and stop caring entirely.
Empty my head and be nothing but his good boy, let go of any hang-ups like free will or self-awareness.
He made it clear he didn’t share, which in hindsight was for the best. He’d keep me safe and in line.
I’d get used to the dragon detail. Probably.
Did he mean it when he said I was his mate? Did he truly believe it? Did I?
No matter how insane or dangerous he was, tasting his seed, feeling his cockhead in my mouth, licking and kissing the ridges, I felt stupidly happy. I’d brought him pleasure. His cum settled in my stomach, warm and fulfilling.
Don’t think. Just be good. Do what he says, and you can live like this forever.
“You’re the first man to ever do this for me,” he said. The surge of pride mingled with my happiness, and I rained open-mouthed kisses all over his cock. “I’ve never let anyone suck me off until now.”
“Thank you,” I murmured between kisses. I meant it. I was grateful he let me do this.
He combed his fingers through my hair, looking down at me while I lapped at his length.
I rubbed my cheek against the bulge at the base and sucked in deep breaths.
The taste and scent seemed to have drugged me.
I could play with Davidson’s dick for hours, and he didn’t soften at all.
How long until I could eat his cum again?
Suddenly, he gripped me under my arms like a small child and sat me on top of his desk. With his palm over my heart, he pushed until I lay down. He untied the bathrobe, exposing me, and folded my legs to my chest.
The next second, his tongue was in my ass.
I’d been so focused on him I hadn’t noticed how hollow I’d been. Now it became painfully obvious. My ass gaped open, leaking slick. His tongue rubbing the tissue on the inside felt electric.
Davidson growled into my flesh, the sound familiar, and I gritted my teeth, trying not to come already.
I’d been good, and now he was rewarding me.
Yeah, I could get used to the rules if this was my compensation.
He sucked on my hole while shoving his tongue into me, and the explosion of pleasure made me arch off the desk.
“Master!” I yelled.
When he brushed his palms over my aching nipples, I lost it. My cock spurted over my belly while I shuddered and moaned, my hole twitching around Davidson’s tongue. He sucked the slick out of me, licked my stomach clean, and stood.
He pinned his fierce eyes on me possessively, his expression almost angry, but then he bent down and nuzzled my pecs.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Leo. I only want to bring you pleasure.”
Painstakingly slowly, he placed chaste kisses on each fading bruise.
Then he licked one nipple, kissed his way to the other, and licked again.
I expected his dick to push into me any second.
I was spread out on his desk, and he stood at a great angle.
Didn’t he want to fuck me? Why not? I was his for the taking.
The kisses went on and on. Rubbing my thighs with his broad hands and mapping my torso with his lips, he covered every inch of me.
I stopped trying to guess his next move.
When he closed his lips around my nipple and sucked, I sighed.
God, that felt nice. So unbelievably nice.
He suckled a little, kissed the tip, licked over it, and suckled some more.
Just tiny tender licks and nips. Oh Lord.
I might have melted into a puddle. He massaged my inner thighs, kneading and rubbing big circles, then he moved to my ass cheeks.
Opening his mouth wider, he sucked harder, and the milk began flowing.
This time, it felt undeniably sexual, and I adored the feeling.
The pressure and pull, the liquid streaming through the oversensitive tip, the warm pulsing sensation in my pecs…
His thorough, leisurely sucking all but liquefied me. My hole sang with bliss even though I was distinctly empty, and my untouched cock and balls tingled.
He hummed and switched sides, giving my other nipple the same tender treatment. His fingers massaged my taint with exactly the right pressure.
Was it just extended foreplay? Would he fuck me later? What did he want from me?
Circling my nipple with the tip of his tongue, he sighed and took it back into his mouth. He looked up at me as he sucked on my pec, and the expression on his face stunned me, wiping all my expectations clean.
This wasn’t foreplay.
He was giving me pleasure. Just that. He was focused on me, responding to my every sigh, every twitch of a muscle. That was why it felt so amazing. He was reading my body and pressing all the right buttons, without taking anything for himself.
And it felt like worship.
When the trickle of milk weakened, he kissed down my torso and mouthed my cock. He dragged his tongue along the underside, then he gently pushed two fingers into me and rubbed over my prostate.
His ministrations were ridiculously tame compared to what we’d done before. But it felt so right. As if Davidson knew what I needed better than I did.
I felt the orgasm building in my guts, slow but inevitable, and when it came, I lost my voice.
A full-body cramp seized me, my eyes rolled back into my head, and I gasped for breath.
Davidson fluttered his fingers inside me and sucked my cock into his throat.
The tension released, and I was drowning in ecstasy.
When I resurfaced, I sat in his lap, cuddled to his now naked chest. He’d cast the bathrobe over my shoulders and petted me, kissing along my hairline.
“Did it feel good, my darling?”
So good. Incredible. “It was amazing. Thank you.” My voice came out breathy and weak. “Thank you so much.”
He pressed a firm kiss to my forehead. “You don’t have to thank me for something I love doing.
You’re so beautiful when you come, Leo, and your taste…
Unbelievable.” He laid his palm over my heart and spoke in a low tone, like a lullaby, his breath caressing my temple.
“Your body is changing, and it’s because of me.
It’s my responsibility to make you feel good.
When your nipples itch, when you’re wet and achy, come to me. I’ll always take care of you.”