Page 60 of Weston & Cyrus
Running my hands down his back, I used my knees to widen his legs and made sure he gave me a beautiful view. “You can be my good slut by showing off your hard little toy in the morning so I know you haven’t been playing humpies.”
He made such fun sounds.
Why didn’t more subs like the cute dirty talk?
This wasn’t stressful at all and I didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone’s feelings by getting something wrong. Sure, part of that might’ve been because Weston was getting good at making sure I knew what turned him on, but nearly everything I did seemed to turn him on…so still relaxing and fun.
As I rocked forward and teased his slick hole with the tip of my dick, he shivered and sucked in another breath. “When…when can I ask to come? What…what’s that rule?”
Still keeping up the nudges that were too soft to fuck him, I made a thinking sound and continued to caress his back anddown to his barely pink cheeks. “Well, I think that’s going to depend on how needy my slut is. How often do you usually fantasize about being used and humiliated as you play with your toys?”
His groan was sexy as fuck but made me chuckle too. “Oh, that much, slut?”
Some kind of mumbled response technically sounded like it came out of him, but it wasn’t words or clear enough for me to understand. “Is my little minute manalwaysplaying with his toys?”
It seemed like I’d found a new hot spot.
Weston squirmed and whined, mumbling softly as he arched his ass up.
So…distracting me with his tight little hole was better than admitting how often he played with himself?
How often was he jerking off?
There was a list of reasons why I had to know the answer, some practical and some fun, but he needed a bit more incentive to get the words out clearly. So I pinned his hips in place and pushed the head of my dick through his tight ring.
He had the sexiest moan.
But it quickly turned into another whine as I stopped about an inch in. “Master…I…please…”
Clear words.
Progress.
“Answer my question.” The stern tone got another shiver from him but it felt like his body was at war with itself. His asswanted my dick. His cock wanted something to rub against. His brain wanted to stop having to work.
And the combination was making him twitch and jerk.
After a few moments, he remembered to breathe and remembered he had a sexy way to manipulate me because he started working my dick like we’d practiced.
Fucking perfect.
So I gave him another light spank that was more sound than pain. “Naughty boy.”
Either the too light spank or simply being called out on it had embarrassment flooding through him because he blushed more deeply and his body tried to see if it could come hands free just milking the tip of my cock.
It couldn’t.
It was, however, a good way to jump-start his brain.
“Morning and night. Morning and night.” He probably would’ve kept going but his reward sucked the air right out of his lungs.
One thrust had me buried deep in him, and he let out another strangled sound before he melted into the bed. “Master…that’s…”
Giving his body a chance to relax around me, I went back to running my hands over him as I forced myself to stay completely still. “That’s what my slut needed, isn’t it?”
He seemed to have tipped from desperate to nearly subspace based on how long it took his head to bob. “I…yes…”
I was still getting words, so I made a pleased sound and patted his ass. “Good boy. You got words out on the first try.”
