Page 58 of Weston & Cyrus
“I…I’ll be good.” I could learn to come using just my tight toy. Then it wouldn’t be suffering. Then we’d both be happy. “I’ll work hard.”
That meant he’d have to fuck me a lot, right?
Yes.
Practice made perfect.
“We’re going to have so much fun.” Master’s happiness made me nervous but I liked it too and he was still so cheerful he made me squirm.
He was really good at making me squirm.
“I’m going to have to make sure I get a plug for you that vibrates so we can practice while you get to worship me next time.” Master was pleased but shifted my face so I was nuzzling his nipples. “Suckle, little slut.”
I could feel my face heating up as I wrapped my lips around him, but that made my hug tighter and I whined, which made my face even redder.
Master chuckled and shook his head. “You liked that.”
Ugh.
Closing my eyes, I sucked again and flicked my tongue over the tip. I wasn’t going to think about the words or how sexy he was or how good his fingers felt or how I wanted to be fucked or how I wanted to come.
“Such sweet whimpers.”
Shoot.
“Are you trying to beg to be fucked? Hmm?” He took his fingers out and patted my ass. “Let’s hear how sweetly you can beg and maybe that will help me go faster. I think you’d like that, but let’s hear it.”
God.
He was so fucking evil.
And so sweet.
I got another head kiss when I whined and gave his nipple a kiss I knew he’d like.
“Yes, you’re going to beg so sweetly I’m just going to want to fill you up.” Running one hand over my head, he made a soft sound to encourage me but that made it even more embarrassing. “You can do it. Try for me.”
Evil.
Evil.
Dom.
But he was so sexy.
Kissing over his chest, I rubbed my face against him and soaked up his scent and the way he felt under me.
Beg.
He wanted me to beg…sweetly…beg to be filled up and have him go faster.
Yes.
Faster would be amazing.
“I love…I love worshipping you, Master.” Yes. He knew how much I loved it and he found it funny. He kept making happy noises and petting my head.
God.
