Part of me wanted to moan in frustration but a stronger part sent pleasure coursing through me and had me getting even harder...which I hadn’t thought was possible.
Master made a pleased sound when I barely swallowed, and he went back to caressing my head. “I have the best naughty slut.”
The best.
Yes.
Master’s slut.
Still.
Quiet.
Warm.
I tried to keep my goals at the front of my mind, but they kept trying to float away as my body got heavier. Eventually, I gave up trying to catch them and just let them drift. I didn’t need goals or even thoughts to keep Master’s cock warm.
“Swallow, yes, good boy, slut.” Something about the order made my throat tighten and the heaviness lightened just enough for Master’s words to slowly sink in. “That’s right. Now you can suck.”
Yes.
Sucking.
I was good at sucking.
Moving through the fog, I ignored how hard it was and tightened my lips around him, moaning as I got to suck and take him as deep as I could. Hearing Master’s sexy sounds had my cock throbbing and it felt like shivers were racing through me...or maybe it was him?
His muscles twitched under my hands and his moans got louder as I licked the head of his dick and sank back down again. “Good boy. Yes, such a good cocksucker.”
Master’s praise, even from far away, had pleasure rolling through me and I tried to tell him how good he was to me by taking his cock as deep as I could. Humming around it as it blocked my throat, I loved the sounds he made and the rough way his fingers were tightening on my head. “That’s right. My dick is the only thing you need to think about.”
His dick.
His pleasure.
His moans.
“Faster.” Master’s fingers sent tingly pleasure through me as he started rocking my head, fucking my face faster as I swallowed around him and tried to lick the head every time my lips almost lost him. “My good slut. That’s right. Fucking perfect.”
As his cock throbbed, I hummed around him and fought to take even more of him. He finally let me as cum filled my mouth and his gasps and curses were the only things I could hear. When he went boneless under me, I held his softening cock and wentback to just keeping it warm. “You’re the perfect cocksucker, slut. I’m so proud of you. That was a wonderful thank you.”
The praise and the stillness had the fuzzy feeling creeping back over me and it took entirely too long to realize that he’d moved me away from his dick.
As panic set in, he reached down between my legs and grabbed my dick in a rough hold. “No. You only think of me.”
Yes.
I was Master’s cockwarmer.
“Good boy.” He was so proud of me he squeezed my dick harder and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped. “Hump, my slut.”
Yes.
I was Master’s slut.
Thrusting against him was incredible, but pulling back against his tight hold had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. “Are you complaining about getting to come?”
No.
