Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“You already are good for me, and you already serve me well. There’s no shame in struggling, and as long as you try, that’s what matters.”
That helped. When Aidan said something, it was impossible not to believe him. “Thank you.”
“This will be slightly different from when I used you the first night. I’m not just fucking; we’re going slow, working on how deep you can take me. It probably felt rough to you before, but eventually you’ll be able to take me harder. Open,” he said, and I stretched my lips. Aidan used his hand to angle his cock toward my mouth. He pushed in slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he gently worked his way to the back of my throat.
I gagged…tried not to cry, but was soothed when he said, “It’s okay. You can do this, precious boy. Focus on what I want.” His dick was still on my tongue but not as deep as it had been. He slipped it slowly to the back of my throat again before pulling out some. He worked with me patiently, taking his time and learning where my gag reflex lay, testing it in a way that wasn’t too overwhelming. The whole time he spoke words of encouragement, reminding me to relax, telling me to look him in the eyes, saying I was good and beautiful and looked so perfect with my mouth full of his cock.
And like always, Aidan’s words opened something in my head, unlocked this door that only he had the key to, this place where I could just let go and be. Where he was waiting for me, protecting me, guiding me, and suddenly I realized my eyes were blurred. I was crying and he was fucking my throat, gloriously, dominantly taking what he wanted from me, what I so longed to give him.
I still gagged several times but not as much. I knew he wasn’t fully letting loose on me, that he was still working me into it, but I was in that place in my head where I could just let go and be a vessel for his pleasure.
It was everything I wanted it to be, and I felt proud, like I was doing well for him, because I was trying and I was giving him my tears and he told me I was serving him well.
I cried harder when he pulled his cock free. I wanted it back, wanted it jammed down my throat until I couldn’t breathe unless Aidan chose to give me breath.
“Close your eyes, and remember, don’t come.”
My eyes fell shut, and I was kind of like…oh, I have a dick and it aches with need. All I’d thought about was Aidan, of his pleasure and his cock, until he’d reminded me.
I heard him working his erection, then felt the splatter of his cum on my face—my cheek, my lips, my forehead.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I did. He was still kind of blurry from tears, but I could see him staring down at me…and smiling. “I love this. I wish I could make you walk around all the time with my cum on your face. Everyone would know you belong to me, that you’re my toy, my cocksucker. Would you like that?”
I shuddered. “Yes, Aidan. God, yes.”
He rubbed the cum on my forehead into my skin, smeared it in. Then he pushed what hung from my lips into my mouth. “Don’t swallow. Keep your mouth open.” The jizz from my cheek was added to my mouth, mixing with my saliva that pooled there. Aidan tilted my head higher, bent, and let a drop of his spit land on my tongue.
Yes, yes, yes! It was dirty and primal and I loved it.
“Swallow,” he told me, and I did, gulped it all down. “Good boy,” Aidan said, skyrocketing me to the sun.
He pulled me to my feet and pushed me to the bed. “Do you want my hand on your cock or my fingers in your hole?”
Oh…he was asking me? I didn’t think he would do that. It made my brain spin again, so I answered with the most honest reply I had. “I want whatever pleases you.”
He moaned, this deep, throaty, possessive sound that made it obvious I’d made him happy.
“Christ, the things you do to me,” he said, digging in his nightstand drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. “Get on the bed. Open your legs.”
I did so, holding them wide for him. When his lubed fingers circled my rim, I melted into the mattress. Yes, this was what I’d wanted. What I’d needed. Aidan knew. He would always know.
He started with one finger, which quickly became two. He fucked me with them, then slapped me. “Aidan, yes! God, yes!” I rushed out, and he did it again, finger-fucked me and slapped me. My dick hurt, my balls fuller and tighter than they had ever been as I leaked all over my stomach.