“Be a good boy and cum with me, baby.”
twenty-four
. . .
“be a good boy and cum with me, baby.”
“Say it again.”
The sound of my lubed hand searing across his already- reddened skin sends a deep vibration through my swollen clit.
“Deeper,” his feral, starved groan makes my lower half bloom with urgent need. I love having him this way, open and giving, without limits, without fear.
I swat his pink cheek again as I feed his tight ass more of the strap. He struggles not to lurch forward with pleasure as I fill him, clinging to the sheets with white knuckles. Another drizzle of lube onto the remaining few inches of cock, then I sink inside him even further.
“ Oh god yeah ,” he moans once the dildo is completely inside him, my balls pressed to his. Reaching around him, I find his cock like steel, the tip a leaking mess.
“You like it when I stroke deep inside you, don’t you?” I ask, sawing my hips slowly as my hand jerks his erection, sending precum spattering over the bed.
“Yes,” he moans, and I feel it in my cunt as he does. “God, Laney, you make me feel so good. I wanna cum already.”
“Not yet,” I tell him because when I have him bent over like this, with my hands exploring the striations of his back muscles, his ass clenched all around the toy, my own orgasm comes out to play. “Be a good boy and cum with me, baby.”
I swat his ass again, tighten my grip around his cock, and go to town.
We’ve learned in our pegging sessions that what really makes Miller cum hard is when I go to town on him right before explosion.
Fill and empty his ass so hard and so fast that he can’t even use language.
He’s just broken grunts and desperate moans, and then he’s frozen still, beads of sweat tracing his muscles, the only movement on his body until his cock empties itself in my hand in pulsing shots.
The feel of him cumming in my hand–that’s what sends me over.
I grip his cock tighter as I slide a finger over the ribbed crown, loving the moan he swallows as I discover his leaking head.
Pulling my hips all the way back like an erotic slingshot, I sink into him one more time, with force, letting my grip work his shaft as I do.
And then he stills, and I know he’s about to orgasm. Wiggling my body against his, making the cock grind slowly against his prostate, my own thighs begin to tremble as the first warm burst slides through my fingers.
The way he can’t even make words as he cums in thick, hot ropes, filling my hand and fingers, coating the mattress–it sends me over.
My pussy clenches and my stomach tightens while my spine curls.
Pumping him through my release, I cum so hard that when I’m done, I curl over his sweaty body and hold him for a second, my cum coated hand hanging limply by his side.
A beat passes, and he rises up from the remnants of his orgasm, draping his hands over mine that are now clinging to his chest from behind.
Then we stay on our knees like that, in the center of his bed, my strap-on still deep inside of him, his cum drying on my skin, our breathing in sync as he holds me holding him.
Stroking his fingers up my forearm, his chin drifts to his shoulder. “You know I want to marry you one day, right?”
I lick my lips, loving the flutter between my ribs. I don’t think that flutter will ever go away with Miller. “Why are you saying that?”
“Why wouldn’t I say it? I went a long time not saying things I wanted to, and I’m not doing that anymore. I want to marry you one day, Laney. Every day that goes by that you’re my girlfriend is just one extra day I’m taking to decide how I want to ask you to be my wife.”
I slide out of him and tap his shoulder, and he carefully turns around to face me. His cock is still hard, and the sight of it makes my mouth water, so I fall to my belly with him over me on his knees and wrap my mouth around his crown.
While I’m sucking him, I pause to tell him just how I feel. “I think I knew when we got together that we weren’t a temporary thing. I think I knew you were my forever.” He cups my cheek, letting his thumb play with my bottom lip as I unhinge my jaw to suck his salty cock deep.
“Can I tell you something?” he asks, looking so lovingly down at me that my pussy readies for another round of Miller.
Tracing the head with my tongue, I nod. “Please.”
He finger combs my curls away from my face, then returns his grip to my face, where he pulls down my bottom lip as I suck him deep again.
“I like how we do things. I like you leading things.” He pauses to groan as my lips brush his pubic hair. “I know it all started this way as a way to get me confident, but I gotta say, I’ve never felt more like myself than when I’m with you.”
I continue to suckle his cock and balls as he ruminates.
“I mean, I wanna make love to you in the traditional sense,” he says, causing the pulsing between my legs to ramp up.
“But I really like being yours to control and command.” I open my eyes to catch him gazing down at me, still stroking my bottom lip. “I just want to be your good boy.”
Releasing his cock, I hold it near my glistening lips as I say, “I want that, too.”
And then I take him into the back of my throat until he empties himself into my belly in long, hot waves. When I’ve swallowed it all and licked my lips, he gives me a piggyback ride to the couch, where I am deposited with a blanket.
Feeding me fresh fruit and sharing his bottle of water, we watch a little night time TV as Salsa soaks up as much attention as he can before we head back to bed.
As we’re drifting off, Miller kisses my temple and says through a yawn, “I want you moved in next week; that way, you have a couple of weeks to settle in before you start school.”
I cup his balls and give them a tender squeeze. “That sounds perfect, baby.”