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“That’s right. Big breath, slut. Let me see how much you want it.” Taking in his scent made me lightheaded, and holding it in sent the world spinning again, but it was the best feeling ever. “I love seeing my slut so happy. Such a good boy.”
Happy.
Master was happy too.
“You feel so good.” Master moaned, rubbing my face against him as he rocked his hips up. “Yes, you love your reward, don’t you?”
Master.
He had a real cock and it was my reward.
I couldn’t nod but I could moan and whine as I kissed his cock and let him use my face to pleasure himself. It was evenbetter than getting to worship him and it felt like liftoff had finally taken me away when he went back to petting my head. “Kisses and licks, slut. Enjoy your reward before I decide how I’m going to use you to get off.”
Use me.
He was going to use his slut.
I was going to get to make him come.
“That’s perfect. Those soft, sexy lips. Perfect for worshipping and being fucked.” Master was sweet, petting my head and moaning as I licked up the underside of his cock. “Such a sweet slut. Look at you.”
Worshipping a real cock.
His real cock.
“Pretty kisses too.” Master moaned again as I used my tongue on his slit, kissing it and humming as the floaty feeling took me higher and higher. “You’re doing such a good job.”
Because I was his good boy.
I was his slut.
I was his and I let the floaty feeling finally send me flying.
Chapter 8
Cyrus
He was so fucking sexy like that.
Even before he’d swallowed my cum, he’d been flying so high in subspace he couldn’t see the ground. But now that he was nuzzling and nursing on the tip of my cock, he was boneless and looked like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I knew it wouldn’t last but I was going to enjoy it as long as I could, so I stroked his head and leaned back against his headboard while he made happy little sounds.
Fucking amazing.
So it was even more confusing that he hadn’t been able to find anyone to do this with him, but the only things I could come up with were trust issues and poor communication.
Hmm…no idea why that might’ve been a problem.
But it seemed like we would do fine as long as I kept his brain turned off. The only issue with that was eventually he was going to think and I wasn’t sure what would happen then.
Like when he finally came back down to Earth and his wonderfully nuzzly subspace faded.
Anger?
Possibly.
Guilt?
