Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
CHAPTER TWENTY
Marshall
I follow Jay into the shower. He stands beneath the spray, and I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his neck.
“Your Sir is so proud of you. I know that was hard and embarrassing for you, but you did it.” I slide my hand down his body, wrap it around his shaft, and stroke.
“Oh God.” He melts against me, body trembling. I run my hand up and down his cock a couple of times before letting go and smacking his erection. My boy hisses in pain, the sound music to both our ears.
Reaching in front of him, I grab the sponge and soap and step back.
“Please touch me,” he begs, the gentlest whimper in his voice.
“I’ll make you come soon. Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
I pull him out from under the water and run the soapy sponge all over his body—back, thighs, ass, between his cheeks. Jay reaches out, bracing his hand against the wall, when I run the sponge over his hole.
“Look at you. My slutty boy loves his hole being touched. You live for it, don’t you? Would be satisfied with cock in your ass all day every day.”
“Yes. Your cock, Sir.”
“Only mine.” I wash the front of him too, then turn off the water.
When we get out, I dry him off, wanting to take care of him after the gift he gave me earlier, then hand him a towel so my boy can do the same for me.
“Go kneel beside the bed,” I instruct.
“Yes, Sir.” He nearly runs out of the bathroom, making my lips pull into a smile. He has me feeling things I’d never expected. I want him every moment of every day, and if he’ll allow me, I’ll have him. I have to remind myself that he’s young, that he deserves to experience more and figure out what he wants, but the possessive part of me wants to tie him to my bed and never let him go.
I walk into my room, and there he is, on his knees for me like I asked. He’s hard. It doesn’t take much to get him that way, which is something else that makes me smile.
I don’t stop moving until I’m standing in front of him. “Lower… Kiss my feet.”
He grins, clearly pleased with the command.
Jay bends beautifully, ass in the air, pressing his lips to the top of my left foot.
“Again. Kiss it all over, then the other one. Use your tongue too. You can be my little puppy for a minute. Show me how excited you are to see me.”
His wet tongue laps at the top of my foot. He alternates between kisses and licks, not leaving any skin untouched, even sucking my big toe into his mouth, which I feel in my balls.
“Good boy,” I tell him when he’s done cleaning me with his tongue. “Now work your way up. Worship me. I promised you my cock, but I also want you to earn it.”
“I will, Sir! I’ll earn it from you.”
I have to bite down on my cheek, wanting to throw him on the bed and take him right now, but I force myself to be patient as he works his way up my shin, to my knee, up my thigh, and then treats the other leg to the same pleasure.
When he’s finished, Jay pushes his nose into my balls and pulls in deep breaths.
“I wish you hadn’t showered, Sir.”
“Next time I won’t. Lick them, take them into your mouth. I want to see you stuffed with my nuts.”
He laps at them first, then stretches wide, trying to fit them both inside. My dick twitches in response at seeing this pretty man on his knees, worshipping my balls like they bring him all the happiness in the world.
“Good boy.” I tangle my hand in his hair and tug, watch him wince, but he doesn’t pull back, doesn’t let me go. “Open.” I smack his cheek softly this time, and he stops sucking on my nuts. I aim my cock at his mouth and thrust forward. He instantly gags as I fuck into his face, treating it like it’s his ass. “Such a good hole for me. Letting me fuck your pretty face and make you cry. Seeing you with tears for me is the most beautiful thing in the world.”
His nails dig into my thighs as he gags and chokes on my dick, his eyes saying more, more, more.
I ease out and smack him across the face, see his dick jerk in response. I grab his hair again and tilt his head back so he’s looking up at me.
“Open,” I order again, and he does without hesitation. Bending forward, I get close to his mouth, then spit inside. Jay’s eyes roll back in pleasure, a soft plea pulling from his throat. “Swallow, then open again.” He does, and I spit in his mouth again, then push my fingers inside, fucking him with two of them and watching him eagerly gag for those too.