Page 88 of Never Forget

Abruptly, Naz lets out a snort. I look up to find him with one hand over his mouth, trying to hold back laughter. His eyes are tearing up as he looks down and says, “Does doggy want a bone?”

Unable to help myself, I crack up right along with him. Once we catch our breath, I answer, “You’re damn right I do.”

Instead, Naz swats me on the ass, making the tail wag, the pressure inside me shifting with the movement, making me gasp.

“Sit.”

I sit as I’m told. Trembling, I look up at him. Behind me, my tail presses against the ground, pushing the plug harder inside me. There’s so much pressure against my prostate, my cock can’t even soften. It stays at half-mast, still throbbing.

Naz leans down and unfastens the leather snout from my mask. “You have a mess to clean up, boy. If you do a good job, I might give you a treat.”

My gaze drops to his bulge, and I lick my lips. He tilts his head and gestures for me to get to work.

Keeping my eyes on him as much as possible, I lower myself so I’m resting on my forearms, back arched, ass presented high in the air, wagging tail and all. I make a show of licking my cum from the ground, swiping my tongue over the hardwood in long, broad strokes.

Meanwhile, Naz takes a seat on the couch, leans back, and releases his cock from the confines of his tight underwear. He watches me closely, stroking his hand up and down my prize so slowly, I know he’s doing it for my benefit alone.

When I’m done licking up every drop, I sit and wait for my next command.

“Good boy. Now come here and lick me.”

Crawling over to kneel between his legs, I waste no time running the flat of my tongue from his base to tip. I do it again, then again, lapping at the salty taste of his skin and the slightly sweet bitterness of his precum.

It’s not enough though. I want more.

Without asking or waiting for permission, I reach for the waistband of his underwear and pull them down his thighs. Naz grabs the leash and pulls it taut.

“Just who’s in charge here, pup?”

The sound that rumbles from my chest starts as a whine, but morphs into something that sounds more like a pained growl. Despite his admonishment, Naz lifts his hips so I can resume pulling his underwear off. He doesn’t complain or stop me when I adjust his body so I can better reach all the parts of him I want to lick. He’s slouched down with his ass hanging off the edge and one foot propped on the arm.

I resume my task with enthusiasm, licking over his taint and balls, up his shaft to the sensitive spot just beneath the crown. I use soft little kitten licks to drink precum from his slit, and make my way back down, lower and lower in broad, wet swipes of my tongue. When my tongue reaches his hole, he groans and the leash tightens, holding me close as I make a wet feast of his ass. I lap at him with abandon, grunting and groaning when his hand lands on the back of my head, pressing me into him, grinding against my mouth as I spear my tongue into his still-swollen opening. I imagine that he still tastes like me, that there’s still some of my release left inside him, and I double my efforts, trying to reach whatever might be left behind.

“Fuck, Scott!”

Part of me doesn’t want to stop. The sounds of his slick fist working his cock as I eat him out like a starving beast makes me want to feel his ass pulse around my tongue when he comes. I desperately want him inside me, replacing the oscillating pressure of the tail. I keep going, submitting to the pressure of his hand and the leash keeping my face stuffed into his ass, until I’m finally let up for breath.

Naz releases me, and I fall back, breathing heavily. My hand keeps working my cock, which I wasn’t even aware I was doing. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t say anything. Only slides to the ground next to me and settles himself at my back.

His teeth press into the back of my neck. “Bend over and show me what belongs to me.”

Half choking on saliva, I fall forward on my forearms and present my ass to him again.

“Wag for me,” he commands, and I do. The pressure inside me jostles, making me groan. It’s such an odd sensation, more heavy than it is full, the weight adjusting inside with every movement.

“Good boy.”

Naz swats lightly at the plug to make it wag, drawing a gasp out of me. He then grips the base and pulls it out, only to push it in again before the tapered end pops out. I feel a cold drip of lube down my crack again as he continues to fuck me with the plug, pushing the slick liquid inside me.

Finally, the plug is dropped on the floor next to me. Naz lines himself up and presses so that just his crown is inside me. The stretch and anticipation of being filled is excruciating.

“Where do you want me to…”

“Inside me,” I say quickly. “Breed me like a bitch in heat.”

“Jesus.” Naz huffs but surges forward, filling me in one rough thrust.

“More,” I grunt. “More.”