“Do you remember when I had you like this, and you fucked the fleshlight like a good boy as you practiced fucking your Master?”
I bit my lip as I nodded.
“Well, I think it’s time to see what you learned.”
My cock throbbed in excitement, and I nodded eagerly.
“Hips forward, slowly.”
I listened, slowly tilting my hips forward until something soft and warm touched the tip of my cock.
His fingers helped to guide me slightly, then I felt the familiar sensation of his slick, stretched hole.
“Slowly,” he warned.
I swallowed, pushing forward inch by gradual inch, fighting every instinct to slam deep and hard as he took my length.
Then finally, I was completely inside. He groaned.
“Hold still,” he breathed.
I obeyed.
“When I say go, you’re going to fuck me like you practiced. You’re going to show me how much you want me and give me everything you have. Understand?”
I nodded rapidly.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir.” I answered quickly.
“Good boy.”
Relief.
His body fluttered around me, preparing for more, and I bit my lip harder.Not yet. He had to tell me when.
He was so hot and tight. So perfect. I nearly quivered with anticipation.
“Go.”
At his word, I unleashed, holding my elbows hard enough to leave bruises as my hips pumped, pulling almost completely out of him before slamming back in where I belonged.
It was hard and fast. All-consuming. Nothing mattered but fucking him. It was my only purpose. The only thing that mattered.
He pushed back against me, matching my rhythm.
“Don’t—ah—don’t come until I tell you.”
I moaned, instincts fighting obedience. I almost lost to them, but managed to stop myself just in time, stilling my hips before I couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Breathe.”
I sucked in air.
“Wait.”
I waited.
