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He’s my perfect, perfect kitten. I know it must be hard to be still right now, but he’s complying so beautifully. I’m ready to toughen the challenge though and make him work harder for me.

I glide my tongue down his stomach, swirling it around his outie belly button, and dipping lower to lick the base of his small cock. I open my mouth to tease the tip, licking his slit to taste him, groaning at the salty flavor.

One swallow and he’s down my throat. It’s like his cock was made especially for my mouth. I freeze when I feel hands around my head. Dropping his cock from my mouth, I peer up at him through my lashes.

“God damn it, Beau. I just got a taste and now I have to start over,” I whine. Removing his hands, I sigh and make my way up his body.

“I’m sorry, I–I didn’t mean to,” he says. I can’t take in his full expression past the blindfold but I hear the sincerity in his voice and soften at his apology.

“It’s okay kitten, I’ll start over and give you another chance.”

Truth be told, this is what I wanted to happen, for him to lose his control and allow me to keep him on the edge.

I go through the motions of licking my way down his body again, stopping when my tongue touches his cock, looking up at him again, and saying, “Remember, keep your hands where I put them.”

He nods rapidly, almost desperately. “I will, Shane. I’ll be better this time.”

Sweet Jesus, he’s perfect. “Good boy. Let me take what I want. If you behave, I’ll let you come down my throat.”

An unintelligible sound leaves his mouth and he nods in response. He’s at a loss for words and it fills my chest with pride. I swallow down his cock again, savoring his flavor and lifting ahand to cup his balls. I massage them, left, right, left, right while bobbing up and down.

When I feel his body stiffen, I pull off. That was close, but it’s not time to come yet. He groans in frustration but doesn’t move his arms. Since he’s been such a good boy for me, he deserves a reward. Lowering my mouth back to his cock, I take his entire length, swallowing around him as tears start to form in my eyes.

I neglect his balls and instead lower my finger to his hole. It’s still sloppy and loose, full of my cum, and my cock throbs at the reminder of the mess I made of him. I need another taste of our combined flavor, it’s unlike anything I’ve dreamed of.

I suck and suck and suck until I feel him stiffen again, pulling back just before he can come.

“Fuck, Shane. I need to come!” he shouts, somehow managing to stay perfectly still in his frustrated state. Poor kitten, his cock is swollen and red, leaking and begging for release.

“And you will,” I tell him. “But I’m not ready for that yet. I need to suck my cum from your sloppy hole. Taste us on my tongue.”

“Oh fuck,” he whispers, dropping his head back on a small whimper.

The moment my tongue enters his hole, I see stars. Jesus fucking Christ, this is life changing. He’s so soft, so warm, and so wet. I take my time, licking, exploring, and sucking.

When I’m satisfied that I’ve swallowed it all, I sit up. Beau’s body is wound tight, every muscle pulled taut, and it tugs at my heartstrings. He’s been an absolute angel for me. It’s time to let him take what he needs.

Leaning over him, I kiss him, hard and deep. He groans when my tongue enters his hot mouth, surely tasting the remnants of my cum, and I lose composure for a moment. Kissing him almost violently, I grind on his hips and tug his hair.

I feel his arms start to move before he hesitates and decides to keep them still. I can’t help but smile as I pull away and remove the blindfold. “Good boy. You’ve been so good for me, Beau. I’m ready to reward you, but I need you to listen to me.”

“Okay. I can do that, Shane.” He wraps his arms around my waist, giving a little squeeze that’s probably more affectionate than he intended, but still, it warms my heart.

“I’m going to move to the floor, get on my knees for you, and let you fuck my face,” I say without hesitation. I need this. I need him to fuck my throat until he comes, until I’m sore and my voice is raspy. I want to wake up tomorrow and feel the reminder of him losing control for me.

“Oh fuck, you can’t say things like that when you’re on top of me,” he rasps, sounding so broken and needy. However, there’s a trembling, almost dangerous tension in his body. Like he’s being pulled, pulled, pulled.

I’m ready to see him snap.

So, I climb off of him, fall to my knees, and open my mouth.

CHAPTER TEN

Beau

Shaneon his knees for me is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.

His skin is pale and glistening with a thin layer of sweat against the gorgeous lingerie. His tongue is out and waiting for me. He’s panting heavily like he can barely contain himself.

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