Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“But you did.” Kissing his nose as he used his shaking legs to straddle my lap, I rubbed his spanked cheeks. “I should’ve known my minute man would struggle with that.”
I hadn’t thought it’d be the club idea that would set him off, though.
It’d been more of a spur of the moment kind of thing and I’d been expecting shock and a bit of curiosity in the best-case scenario. The fantasy of being watched as he got himself off so roughly just did it for him.
Reality might be different, but for the moment, the idea was wicked and fun.
“You just…” Weston lost his train of thought as I wrapped my arms around him and fitted his body tight against my chest. “That was…”
Sexy as fuck.
“It’s okay that you liked being watched so much.” Kissing his cheek had him hiding his face against my neck. “Oh, don’t be shy. You’re going to be cute having playtime for everyone.”
There were a couple of rooms where we could set it up, and in some of them, he wouldn’t know if he was being watched or not.
That would be fun in a completely different way and his shiver said he knew it too.
“Such a cutie.” Kissing the side of his head got an embarrassed groan but it also had his hips rocking as he nudged my cock with his ass. “Do you need help, cowboy?”
Yep, still fun.
His whine made me chuckle, which seemed to turn him on even more, but his cock was going to need just a bit longer to recharge. “Yes, Master. I’m…I’m your good cowboy.”
I wasn’t sure what he was thinking since he could’ve been trying to look sweet for any number of reasons, but they were all things he actually wanted, so I didn’t let him play me. “I hope so. I can’t wait to see your little softie bounce for me.”
His squeak made me laugh and I gave his ass another pat. “Playtime.”
Weston groaned but pushed up on his knees so I could reach down between us. “Good boy, slut.”
That got more sound effects from him, but they turned sexy as he sank down just enough to push the head of my cock inside him. It was my turn to moan that time and as he clenched around me, I kissed his shoulder and along his neck. “My very good boy…my tight boy too.”
The almost lazy way he slowly fucked himself with my cock, gradually sinking lower, was different than his usual slightly frantic pace, but it was still just as hot since I didn’t have to worry about him being bored. I’d have definitely handled the scene differently with anyone else, but this was my Wessie.
And he liked being used and feeling embarrassed.
Being soft and having to ride me was probably fucking with his head better than just riding me would’ve.
“Master…you…” He lost track of what he was going to say as he sank lower, filling himself up even more. “I…”
“Yes, I bet a real cock feels even better when you’re not worried about your own little toy.” Kissing his neck again, I pretended like I was being sweet and tender to him. “Show me how a tight toy plays? Do you remember?”
Oh yes, he did.
Clenching around me and then relaxing, Weston nodded and started mumbling. It took a few tries for clear words to come out, but eventually he sighed as he took all of me. “I remember. I’m…I’m your good slut.”
“My full slut.” Rocking my hips up, I gave him a short thrust that had the head of my dick rubbing against his prostate if I was guessing what his shiver meant. “Does that feel good?”
His head jerked but I wasn’t sure if that was him trying to answer my question or just because his entire body seemed to clench around me. Either way I was ready to come, so I patted his ass again. “Time for my cowboy to start riding.”
That time it was definitely a nod as he pushed up and then sank down slowly. Amazing didn’t even begin to describe it, but my favorite part was the way he started mumbling to himself. “Up. Down. Riding. Up. Down. Tighten toy. Relax toy.”
He seemed to be almost hypnotizing himself as he repeated the words over and over, so I kept kissing him and kept my fuckery to myself. It wasn’t hard because he was so fucking cute and the repetitive motion seem to help him sink into subspace the same way a spanking would have.
Since the goal wasn’t to make him come, I slowly ran my hands over him and relaxed into the pleasure he was giving me. The scene was different than anything else we’d done, but I could feel the change in him as he sank into something close to subspace at the very least.