Page 87 of Sweet Shots

I’m so not done with him…

I lean down to lick up the mess he made, gathering it in my mouth, then bringing it to his. I kiss him, pushing his cum into his mouth with my tongue. It drips out between us, making a delicious mess. He groans, his hands frantically grasping at my hair, tugging me closer.

My dick was going soft, but I’m getting hard again. I’m still in his ass and I thrust forward, wanting him to know what he does to me.

I grab his head, moving it to the side so I can lick up the mess we made, getting all of his cum that dripped down his chin and to his neck. I suck his nipple into my mouth. He writhes beneath me, muttering how everything feels so good, thanking me for letting him come.

I know this was a lot for him. Hell, it was a lot for me too. Edging like that takes a lot out of someone, and it hasn’t quite hit him yet, but it will soon. So I ease off, because part of my job is taking care of him. It’s not just making him feel good and forgetting the shit going on in his head. I have to be there afterwards, too. I need to make sure he’s okay mentally. So even though I could go another round, and judging by his erection digging into my stomach, he could too—we need to take a break.

A whimper comes out of him when I slip free of his ass. I roll onto my back and pull him to me, our sticky, sweaty bodies melding to the other. His breathing slows for a brief momentbefore it increases again. There it is. The wave of emotion that rolls in after the pleasure has subsided. I knew it would come.

I hold him tighter to me, running my hand through his hair.

“You did so good,” I whisper to him. “So perfect. Such a good boy.” I kiss his head, his cheeks, his lips as he works through the aftermath of dealing with intense sex. I hold him the entire time, making sure he knows how much I enjoyed it too. How much I appreciate and care about him. Hell, I almost tell him I love him.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Mikah

I slip on the suit pants, still amazed at how well they fit and how good they feel.

Dominic asked me to get ready at his place with him, but I told him I’d rather get ready at my own place. For no reason other than I want to surprise him with how I look. After trying on the suits at the store to make sure they fit, we took them to the car, and before leaving, Dominic made me choke on his dick while jerking me off and swallowing my cum. He was so turned on by how I looked, and I’m hoping to get the same reaction from him today.

Things with us have been intense but amazing. I have zero complaints about how things are going, especially since that voice in my head has been basically non-existent.

Tonight is an important night for Dominic, and I am so proud to be going not only as his date, but as his boyfriend. He gets to show me off, and though showing my face was notsomething I wanted to do, I’m happy to do it tonight—with him.

My fans approving of it also helps. A good portion of them paid for that bonus video of me and Dominic, wanting to finally see my face. Many of them want more content like that. It makes me feel good. Dominic and I made another shorter video that we put up, and though I haven’t wanted to, I made some of my own content to put up so my boss and my fans don’t get pissed.

Dominic has paused his platform, letting people know he has a lot going on and he needs to rework things. It had me in a near panic, but he assured me his money situation is fine, especially after the bonus fromRyanJack504, and he only plans to take off two to three months. His fans will wait.

He wants to get through this award ceremony and figure out how to rework his platform. He’s still stuck on doing the couple thing, making it all about us. I’m not opposed to it, but I like that we have time that’s just ours. We tabled the discussion to talk about it another time so we can figure something out that works for both of us. I’m glad he told me he wouldn’t make videos with other people. At the time, I felt bad. Now? Even the thought of it has me near murderous. Thinking of him treating anyone else the way he treats me is… I can’t even think about it. My skin gets all hot and my fingers itch to choke something—and not for fun.

“Are you still there?” Zach says. My phone is sitting on the bathroom counter, the speakerphone is on.

“I’m here,” I say, slipping into my shirt. I button it up and tuck it into my pants before buttoning them and putting on the belt.

“What is taking you so long? You’re worse than a woman.”

“Shut up,” I say.

“Well, I want to know what he has to say about it.”

“And I already told you I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“You’re no fun.”

I roll my eyes and slip the tie around my neck. Once that’s tied, the vest is next. Socks. Shoes. Jacket is last. I’d already done my hair, making sure every single one was in place. I should have gone for a haircut, but Dominic says he likes it better like this. A little messy. More to grab onto. A little gel and a blow dryer, and it doesn’t look so bad. Just different from what I’m used to. More of the curls come out when it’s longer, but I admit I like when Dominic holds on to it and fucks my face.

“I’m so mad that you’re consistently getting laid,” Zach complains.

“Well, maybe you should have gone into this business, like I told you.”

“You know I can’t leave my family.”

“You can do both.”

“I don’t have time for that,” he says with a huff.

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