11. Naz #2
It’s really stupid that my cheeks get warm.
I’m literally lying outside on a picnic blanket in nothing but a collar and leash after spending the last twenty-four hours getting randomly fucked senseless.
This man has officially seen more of my asshole and my insides than I have.
Not to mention, everybody poops. It’s fucking biology.
I know and trust my body, but it’s been put through the wringer today.
There’s enough potentially humiliating stuff that happens when your insides are getting rearranged through your asshole constantly.
Things are… Let’s say loose and uncertain back there, and I don’t want to take any chances.
“Eat,” he says, and passes me a large serving of pasta. “Let me worry about your ass. Besides, it belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
My lips quirk, and I can’t hold back a laugh. “I suppose so.”
The dinner is delicious, and I eat more of it than I intend to, but I still don’t eat a lot.
Not because I think bad things are going to happen, but because I don’t want to give myself a stomach ache after eating so light all day.
Not to mention I have a feeling we aren’t done.
Otherwise why would I be out here naked?
“What are you thinking about over there?”
“Just wondering what you’ve got cooked up next.”
“I did make dessert,” he says matter-of-factly. “Peach crumble and homemade whipped cream. But I didn’t think sweets typically got you hard like that.”
Scott eyes my growing erection, and I shrug. “It’s like a Pavlovian response at this point. Don’t pay it any mind.”
“So you’re not waiting for me to come over there and fuck another load inside you?”
My cock twitches involuntarily, but I pretend to be unaffected. “Do your worst. Honestly, I can barely feel anything anymore.”
“Is that so?”
I shrug.
“Hmm. How many times have I fucked you today?”
I shrug again, like I’m not impressed by his stamina.
“And how many times did you come?”
Every. Single. Time. And twice when he used the vibrator on me.
My ass should be studied.
Scott smirks and moves the food containers to the side before crawling over to hover over me.
“I’ve been fucking you senseless all day, and you’re still hard for me.
Your ass is raw and you can barely walk, but you still want my cum so bad you’re over here trying to provoke me to give it to you again,” he says against my lips.
“You can pretend all you want that you’re not loving every minute of this, but I see through you, pet.
Or should I play the recording for you again? ”
He punctuates his words with short, hard kisses, first on my lips, then my jaw. He kisses down my neck and torso, making his way torturously slowly down my body before licking a stripe up my now fully erect shaft from root to tip before closing his lips around me.
I fall back against the ground and roll my hips, sighing into the feel of his mouth on me. The delicious flick of his tongue under the crown, the way he swirls it around the head and dips into the foreskin.
I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs over my lifetime. And I do mean a lot. I couldn’t even count them if I tried. From men, women, and every identity in between. A blowjob is a blowjob.
Unless that blowjob is being given by Scott Riley. He’s the exception. This man sucks dick like no one else. I think it has something to do with how observant he is. He knows exactly what I like.
He can take me from flaccid to seeing stars in minutes, but he prefers to rev me up, keep me right there at the peak and drive me wild with need.
I won’t beg. I won’t beg. I won’t beg.
With my cock so far down his throat that his nose is in my pubes, Scott chuckles like he can hear my internal torment.
It sends an unexpected vibration through my shaft and right down into my balls.
I gasp, he chokes, and I almost lose it right then and there.
Scott pulls off just in time, pushing his fingers against the plug nestled in my sore ass to distract my brain and body and stave off my orgasm.
I’m out of breath from this man going down on me for what was probably two and a half minutes if I’m lucky.
“You are way too good at that,” I admit with a huff.
Scott laughs and climbs back up to kiss me. “Are you ready to beg yet?”
“Fuck you.”
“I imagine you probably will be fucking me for the next little while until you’re recovered from what I’m about to do to you,” he snarks.
“So much talking,” I groan.
Scott cups his bulge. “It’s been hours since I had you last. I’ve been saving this one up. Wanted to make sure we end on a big one.”
I make a yapping motion with my hand, only to have it caught by Scott and pushed to the ground over my head. Honestly, I don’t put up much of a fight to have my second arm pinned, either.
There’s zero chance I’m admitting this out loud, but he’s right. I still want him. Hell, I know it’s going to hurt, and I want it even more than I did when we started.
I want him to tear me apart like only he can.
He’ll put me back together later. He always does.
Scott Riley always takes care of me. In every way possible. Every single day. And I truly believe he always will, for as long as I let him.
All of a sudden, I’m turned onto my stomach, my hands forced behind my back. The leash attached to my collar tugs as he uses the end of it to bind my hands, so I’m trussed up like a damn holiday ham.
There’s a rustle of fabric before Scott spreads my legs apart with one knee and settles between them.
There’s pressure on my sore hole as the plug is twisted inside me, pulled out a little, then pushed back in.
I can feel my swollen hole gape when it’s removed.
It lands on the ground near my face, wet and filthy with lube and cum.
I hear the snap of the lube cap, then gasp as a shock of cold splashes onto my abused hole. Pressure, and then the air is pushed out of me with one deep thrust.
“That hurt?” He’s trying to make it sound like a taunt, but I know he actually cares.
“So good,” I rasp. “So good.”
Scott hums appreciatively and lifts my hips to position me just where he wants me. With my arms pinned behind my back, I can’t hold myself up. Scott has to use the leash to pull me back against him, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me in place.
My cock juts out in front of me, desperate, angry, red, and leaking like I haven’t come almost a dozen times in the last twenty-four hours.
Scott holds himself flush against me, rocking his hips, grinding his perfect dick inside me.
The second his fingers wrap around my shaft, I let out a pathetic whine.
“So needy.”
My jaw aches from how hard I clench it to keep from saying anything, but he rubs his thumb over my crown, gathering all the leaking precum from my slit, and brings it up to my mouth. Instinctively, I open for him, groaning at the taste of my own arousal.
Scott pushes my sweaty hair aside, his breath skirting over the sensitive area between my neck and shoulder.
“What does my needy pet want?”
Flexing my hips, I try to push back on him. He lets me fuck myself on his dick for a while, but the angle and my balance are off, so it’s just frustrating me more than anything.
“Tell me what you want. I won’t make you beg this time,” he teases, circling his hips to taunt me.
“Just fucking ruin me already,” I snap.
Scott sucks in a sharp breath, then lets it out on a low, rumbly groan that sounds dangerous. Goosebumps break out over my thighs and the top of my ass. My cock jerks and precum drips off me to soak into the blanket.
“You asked for it.” Then he turns my world upside down.