Page 19 of Weston & Cyrus
The thigh that was braced between mine was definitely helpful in more ways than one.
“I think you can feel that, though, can’t you?” Giving me a skeptical look, he ground his cock against me, making me ride his leg. “Show me you’re a good boy and answer my question.”
I…I could be a good boy.
“Yes…I…I can feel that.” Yes. I was a good boy. “What…what do good boys get?”
Hadn’t we talked about that?
Smiling like I was adorable, he gave me a soft peck on the lips that did crazy things to my stomach. “Are you going to be my good boy? Are you sure?”
I could feel my face heating up but I couldn’t help the way I shook or the way my head bobbed. “Yes. I…I can be good.”
Making a tsking sound, he frowned and sent a shiver through me. “No, how do you need to say it?”
Fuck.
He was really good at that.
“I…I can be a good boy.” Once I stopped shaking and my dick stopped trying to burst out of my pants.
I’d been hard for hours and desperate for days, and it was making it impossible to think, much less follow through with promises of behaving.
“Very good. Yes.” I was going to try, though. “Very good.”
“Then I think it’s time to reward my slut.” Going back to looking excited and proud of me, he patted my head and sent a wave of humiliation and pleasure through me. “Good boys get humps. Hump time, slut.”
I shouldn’t.
Ireallyshouldn’t.
It…it was our first date.
It might’ve been our first date.
“That’s right.” My hips didn’t listen to what my head was trying to point out. “You’re a good humper.”
God.
That was so.
He just.
I crashed my head into his chest and gave up trying to deny his order. Between his excitement and his tone and his sexy body keeping me trapped, I couldn’t fight it.
God.
It was so good.
He was so hard.
He was so big.
He praised me so perfectly.
“Good boy. Oh, you’re so fast. I bet that feels good. Is my good humper going to come? Show me how happy my humper is.”
Evil.
