Page 80 of The Best Bad Decision

“I…” I had to be something. “Green.”

Yes, I was green.

“Thank you for using your colors, baby.” Master rocked back and forth over me, barely fucking me and somehow still staying magically hard.

Magic.

Masters were magic.

That was the only thing that made sense because my brain was fuzzy and still and felt like a thousand pounds. The only problem with that was my body trying to float away, so it was slightly confusing if I tried to focus on it.

So I didn’t.

I focused my gaze on Master…my ass on his cock…my hands on his back where he’d let me caress him…my legs where they were spread wide for him.

“There’s my sexy boy.” Squeezing his cock had his eyes rolling back in his head as his slow rhythm faltered.

I’d done that.

I’d made him feel so good he forgot he was enjoying me slowly.

His groan had my cock trying to get harder and made my head swim faster. “That’s so good. Again, baby.”

Tight.

Relax.

Tight.

Relax.

Opening when he fucked me, I tightened as he slid almost all the way out, going as slowly as he could because that was his favorite way to fuck me.

“That’s…” Good. I was doing good even if he couldn’t say the words. “Baby…”

His gaze found mine.

He thrust harder.

He moaned louder.

I couldn’t think about anything else without my brain trying to float away, but I could focus on Master. That was instinct and submission and perfection. All I had to do was focus on Master and follow his orders. There was nothing else.

Just Master.

Master’s orders.

Master’s smile.

Master’s eyes.

Master’s moans.

Master’s cock.

And at that moment all he wanted me to think about was being open so he could use me.

“This…every…every weekend this…” Master squeezed his eyes shut as he jerked and used me faster. “We’re going to…to wake up just like this every weekend.”