It's What You Deserve - Sex Stories

It's What You Deserve

... toy for your viewing pleasure.”

He looks like he’s gonna blow just from my hand and voice alone. He’s so cute like this. But as cute as this is, I don’t want a single drop of him being wasted anywhere else but inside of me. So I let go of his cock and stand up, taking off my khaki pants, polo shirt, and underwear, saying,

“Well, good thing you don’t have to imagine that happening, huh? You get to watch your naughty boy do it in person. Isn’t that so much better?”

He’s still speechless. Can this man be any more irresistible? I straddle him again, spreading my ass open with one hand and lining his cock up with my other. He helps me by guiding my hips as I lower myself onto him. I soon feel him pushing against my entrance. And after a few attempts, I manage to slide his tip inside. I shudder from the intrusion before grabbing onto his shoulders as he guides me down his shaft. My grip tightens on his shirt as I bury my face in his chest, adjusting to his size. He’s stretching me so much. Mason’s never felt this big. That apple just fell all the way down to hell, apparently.

After sliding his entire length inside of me, I take a moment to adjust to his size. But in the process, I take notice of the fact that my claws have extended. I open my eyes, fearing the worst before being relieved that nothing was damaged...Accept his shirt. I retract my claws, feeling absolutely terrible as I look at the holes before saying,

“Oh, wow, I’m so sorry.”

He gives me an ...

... assuring smile before replying with,

“It’s fine. Not like I’m gonna be needing it right now.”

He then pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, blessing me with the sight of his Godlike body. Fuck, he looks so yummy. I bring my hands to his perfect toned chest as I slowly roll my hips. He brings a hand to my waist and the other to my right thigh, looking me in my eyes as if internally asking me if I’m ready. I nod my head, giving him the green light to take me as his. He accepts my invitation, gripping onto my body and carefully guiding me up and down his shaft.

We both moan as he slides in and out of my ass. After moments of careful movements, the pain gradually subsides, leaving me with immense pleasure. I start riding him on my own, moving a little faster than he’s been moving. He’s reaching deeper inside of me. He feels so fucking good.

This is my utopia. Everything about him is just perfect. His looks, his smell, his taste, the sound of his moans, and the feeling of his cock inside of me. He’s the full package. And he’s all mine. Just for me. And I’m his. I want him to say it. I want him to claim me.

“Tell me I’m your good boy,” I beg, bringing my hands to his face, “Please, say it. I need to hear it. I want you to submit my place as yours. Say I’m your good boy.”

He leans in, getting inches away from my face, saying,

“You’re my good boy, Taiga. You’re such a good boy.”

Music to my fucking ears. I ride him even harder, moaning even more before ...