Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Kieran straddled my chest then, and leaned in. His balls were above my mouth and I nuzzled them. Breathed him in. Sucked them. The weight I carried since that moment on the sidewalk again started to lighten as I served him.
“Please,” I begged, though I didn’t know what I was asking for.
Kieran did though. He angled his cock toward my mouth, and pushed it inside. My head was propped up on pillows, which made the angle work. He didn’t go slow with me, didn’t ease his way in and I didn’t want him to. I wanted to be used by him, and he did that as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth.
Who wanted to be used? What kind of person wanted to be used?
I couldn’t stop the questions from circling my brain. I gagged, turned my head, but Kieran grabbed my forehead and held me still.
“Do you need a spanking?” he asked and part of me thought I might need it. A part of me needed his hand coming down on my skin over and over and over until I could make myself obey.
But then that felt even more wrong than this, more wrong than wanting my mouth to be a hole he took his pleasure from.
Even if it wasn’t for that, my ass was still sore from this morning, the burning reignited as my skin rubbed against the bed. “No, Sir,” I said before he pushed his erection past my lips again. His hand slid over my hair as he petted me and took my mouth. His thrusts grew faster, more measured, and I took them all. Swallowing around him.
He wiped my tears when my eyes watered. Shushed me. Told me I was beautiful and a good boy and how much pleasure I brought him.
My cock ached. I was hard, so fucking hard just by serving him.
And when Kieran thrust deep, filling my mouth with his thick cum, it took every bit of strength inside of me not to come too.
I swallowed him down, wanting all of Kieran’s cream as though it would nourish me. He leaned down and kissed me. I knew he had to taste himself on my tongue and it made my dick flex against my stomach as I thought about him eating his own cum from my mouth.
“Such a good cocksucker,” he ran his fingers down the side of my face.
Yes, I was, wasn’t I? I was good at this. We were good together. No one else had to understand it as long as it was what we both needed.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I replied.
“You’re welcome, boy.” He got off me, unlatched my wrists and then told me to turn over onto my stomach. I rolled over before he captured my wrists again and latched them to the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied. He wrapped cuffs around my ankles and then used the longer chain on these cuffs to attached them to the footboard.
I was spread wide for him—tied down. I was at his mercy and the very thought made my balls tingle. That light feeling, that only Kieran could bring me, settled inside of me again.
He positioned himself between my legs. I looked over my shoulder and saw him studying me, looking at my ass, and warmth filled my cheeks.
“Such a pretty little hole. What do you want me to do with it, boy? Do you want me to eat it?”
“Yes,” I replied as my eyes rolled back in my head. I wanted that badly.
He spread my cheeks wide before settling his face between them. Kieran licked my pucker—his tongue rasped back and forth as I thrashed on the bed, my cock rubbing against the mattress. I needed some kind of friction to temper how wild Kieran was driving me.
This was what I needed. This was where I drew my pleasure…serving Kieran or having him play with my hole.
My balls were full. They ached and when I couldn’t handle it anymore, I begged, “Please…please let me come.”
His tongue disappeared at my words and I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to fuck me with it.
“No…I want you to hold off for me. Make me proud. You can do it.” He rubbed the globes of my ass as I drew in deep, shuddering gasps…I needed to get myself under control, and with each breath I gained a little bit of my composure. Then? Then he was back at it. Licking me, tongue fucking me. Feasting on me. Every time I was almost on the edge, every time I cried and begged and pleaded for him to let me come, Kieran pulled back.
Finally, I felt him slip away for moments while he grabbed the lube. Then he fingered me—one finger, two, then three and I wondered what it would feel like with is whole fist inside me.