And I needed him never, ever to stop… and he didn’t, which meant Iwasgoing to come—and probably sometime in the next five seconds, no matter how good I was trying to be for my master—because his fingers were made of pure magic and cinnamon fire, and they were utterlyrelentless.
Then he tapped my prostate, and my back arched off the bed, a desperate sound ripping out of me.
“What was that, baby?” Gage asked in a low, sexy timbre, giving me a smile that was exactly the kind of dirty that made me want to spend the rest of my life begging to be covered in his cum and pledging all of mine to him.
“Please, yes, sorry,” I babbled, hoping that covered all the relevant points. Then, when he stroked that magical spotagain, I blurted, “Gage, I just… I need… oh God, you’re going to… to make me come, Master.”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he said, his smile turning even dirtier. “But not yet, sweetheart.”
I whimpered, not at all sure that he was entirely right this time.
“Daddy told you to wait,” he reminded me, adding a little more lube and a third finger.
Three.
God,yes.
I tried to nod but was too busy panting for breath and grinding against his hand, the extra fullness and burning stretch and the sweet tingling heat from the cinnamon making my balls throb and my dick gush and everything inside meneed.
“Be good, Noah.” Gage gave me a look that was positively filthy, those fingers of his not letting up at all.
I whined.Hewas the good one. He was so,sogood to me.
That third finger was almost too much, just like it always was at first, but I… Iliked“almost too much.” I wanted to feel so full of him that nothing else existed. Wanted to just do what he’d said and be good, relax and take it, let the delicious burn wash through me and make my thighs tremble and my balls pull up tight and my horniness ramp up to almost-unbearable-but-so-perfect-I-wanted-to-sob levels as my hole was forced to stretch and take the extra girth, existing only for him.
Nothing,nothingwas better than this.
“Jesus, Noe, your greedy little hole can’t get enough,” Gage said, finally starting to thrust those fantastically thick fingers in and out of my ass, like he’d been able to tell the very second that taking three of them had gone from feeling liketoomuchtoomuchtoomuchtoohGodpleaseMasterYES. His eyes were riveted to the action like it was the greatest porn he’d ever seen as he added, “I could do this all fucking day.”
“No,please, G,” I begged, shaking my head in a panic at the thought as his magic fingers forced a steady stream of precum to pour out of my dick, the feeling of it dripping down my hypersensitive shaft making me even more frantic. If he kept going, Iwouldcome… sometime betweenright-about-nowandoshit-any-second.
“Please,” I whispered again, not sure if I was begging him to keep going or begging for permission to come. (Both. Definitely both.) Gage just leaned down and kissed me, though. Branded a possessive claim on my mouth with his. Forced my wet cock to slide against his abs as his fingers kept taking me apart down below, and… and I was already using everything I had to hold on and be good for him. Expecting me not to come with all ofthishappening, too, was unfair and so perfect and… and not up to me.
Which, of course, was even more perfect.
I whimpered into his mouth and he grinned against my lips, then sat back on his knees, yanking my hips closer to him and driving his fingers into me like a piston, pushing me higher and higher and higher, until I saw stars… sparks… fireworks.
“Oh God oh God oh God,” I panted. Everything I had definitely wasn’t going to be enough. Iwasgoing to disobey him. I was right on the cusp of losing the battle, about to drench us both in my cum, and if he kept doingthat… oh God. If he did it allday…
I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. If Gage really wanted me to be good, it was going to have to be entirely up to him. He couldn’t just tell me not to come; he’d have to stop me himself. He’d have to use his hand like a cock ring... or give my balls a sharp tug-and-twist the way he did when he knew I couldn’t be good all on my own... or, or at least let me havesomekind of distraction, like kissing me again, or putting his cock in my mouth, or slapping my ass until it glowed, or telling me to do that hot, filthy thing he liked with my—
Oops. Okay. I had to stop thinking aboutthosekinds of distractions or else it was already over. But then… then itwas.
“Please!” I shouted desperately when Gage pulled his fingers almost all the way out, stroking the rim of my needy hole… so softly that it was… wasmaddening.
“Please what, baby?” he asked smugly, squeezing some more lube onto his fingers and then thrusting them back into me, hard and deep and targeted right for my prostate.
“Gage, Master, I can’t… can’t wait. I can’t hold it back. Ican’t,” I babbled, knowing for sure it was true this time.
“I know,” Gage said with another filthy smile, because of course he did. “But it’s hot as fuck that you keep doing it for me anyway, Noe,” he added with a wink, sliding his fingers all the way out and leaving me gasping as he wrapped them around his own cock instead. Then, “Oh fuck,” he hissed, his eyes going wide and his grip tightening around his shaft. “Cinnamon.”
The lube.
I bit my lip.
That self-heating claim was totally true.
Gage twisted his palm over the fat mushroom head of his mouth-watering cock and… Okay, he still had me horny and desperate and needy as all hell, of course he did, but that adorably surprised and totally turned-on look on his sexy-as-fuck face?
