“You sound inhuman.”
“And you sound like a man who thinks he can’t keep up.”
His grin widens. “You would brat a man who enjoys edging? Bold tactic, Cotton.”
One of the things the Wildlings did when they brought me into the fold was share all their jokes. Favorite movies. Fun anecdotes. So if they were speaking in a sort of code, referring to something that only they knew about, I was always in on the joke.
Thinking back, that had been Oakley’s doing. From the very beginning.
And the Wildlings all love the movieDodgeball.
Getting hit with some variation of the Cotton line is weirdly emotional for me.
“Well then. Let’s see if that backfires.”
Oakley chuckles, spreading the sheet and comforter over me before diving in with me and pulling our naked bodies together, my back to his furry chest. He nuzzles into the back of my neck, sucks on my earlobe, hitches a heavy leg over mine.
“Nap first, edging later,” he says, sleepy and warm.
Bastard.
It works though. Seconds later, I drop into a deep sleep.
I wake up, however long later, to Oakley softly snoring into my ear as his large hand cups my balls and cock. I wouldn’t have guessed that I’d like it as much as I do.
He shifts behind me, his hand automatically stretching my soft cock.
“You can say no to anything.”
“I won’t.”
“Good answer.”
With a grunt, he pushes me face down on the bed, halfcovering me with his gloriously heavy body as he reaches across for… Ah, lube.
Without any preamble, rough, slick fingers give me a cursory preparation before he’s fully lying on top of me, pushing into me. The stretch is painful, therapeutic. He hasn’t asked a single question, just rolled over and fucked into me with lazy, deep thrusts.
I’m his to use as he pleases, and it pleases me for him to use me like this.
Unlike earlier, there’s no teasing, no edging. I’m a sex doll, a receptacle. Within minutes, his cum dump, just like I asked. He reaches over and grabs the towel from before, setting it under my hips before pulling out.
Spreading my cheeks, watching the cum drip out and slide down my balls onto the towel, he flips me and swallows me to the root, not once asking for my feedback or opinion on anything.
It relaxes something deep inside me.
In an embarrassingly short time, I’m shouting, coming down his throat. He’s swallowing, swallowing. Suddenly, I’m flipped to my belly again, cheeks parted, like he needs one last look.
I’ve got his cum all over my undercarriage again.
“Stay here.”
I settle in, rubbing my cock against the towel, already plumping again.
Seconds later, he’s wiping me down with a steaming-hot washcloth, followed by a very thorough exploration with his tongue. Then his thumb is in my asshole, my balls in his mouth one at a time, then both. Light sucks followed by sharp sucks. Two thumbs.
I’m hard as a rock. I go to adjust, and he clucks his tongue at me.
“Clasp your hands behind your back.”
