Page 33 of Weston & Cyrus
God.
“I should’ve known.” Patting my head with his free hand, Master made a happy sound as he opened the lube and squirted some out. The dirty sound made me squeak, which made him laugh again. “Naughty boy.”
Yep.
He seemed to like that better than I’d ever imagined, though, so the comment had my dick jerking against him, which made him chuckle again. “Someone is excited for playtime.”
He was so…
It was going to…
Oh…
“There we go. Toy time for my good boy.” His firm, almost rough hand was slippery with lube, and the combination had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. “Let’s see what kind of playtime this cute little toy likes best.”
I wasn’t technically small down there, especially for my size in general, but his hands were huge and swallowed it up, making it feel tiny. Looking down between our bodies at the way his grip hid almost the whole thing made it even more insane and I couldn’t help whimpering.
“Try bouncing for me. Let’s see how my favorite little toy likes that.”
His toy.
His toy really liked that.
“That’s almost like you’re rocking on me.” Master kept his hand still, letting me fuck myself into his tight grip. “Next time we’ll have to make sure both toys are having fun playtime.”
I was slightly too distracted to figure out what he meant until his other hand slid down between us and between my legs. It clicked when I had to spread my legs wider and one finger teased around my entrance. “Please…I…”
Nodding to make sure he knew I wanted it, I worked my ass and tried to pull his finger into me, but he gave it a pat and chuckled. “You’ll have to ask for that next time then.”
Fuck.
Whimpering got another pleased, happy sound from him, but it also had him moving his free hand up to my head and giving me more pets. “That’s going to be fun too.”
Oh yeah.
But I shouldn’t complain about wanting more when he was already letting me have playtime. “I…I’ll be good. I can be good.”
Yes, good boys got rewards.
“Should that be your reward for being good on our next date?” Master was so excited about that I nodded and whined. “That’s going to be fun. But we’re going to have to see if you want messy playtime or if you’re a clean boy.”
Messy?
Clean?
God.
Was he going to come inside me…that was what he was asking, right?
Sparks fired through me as I imagined how it would be to be filled with his cock, stretched with cum dripping out of me as I bounced on his cock. “Please…I…I’m a messy slut. I…I’m sorry. I’m messy.”
“That’s okay. I thought you would be a dirty boy.” Master kissed my neck as I cuddled closer and pressed my face against him to hide. “I don’t mind. It’s okay.”
It was okay that I was a dirty boy.
More hot and cold flashed through me and I moaned as I fucked my toy faster into his grip. “Please…I…”
Could I come?
