Good Boy
"This is all you're good for. Do you know that?”
You lean back, reaching behind you to place your hands on Frederick’s chest to support yourself. You feel his ribcage expand under your hands with each breath he takes and the dampness of sweat that leaks through his thin, night shirt. He always got so sweaty and it certainly didn’t help with it being blazingly hot outside in the summer, even when the sun has set.
You straighten your back and look down at his face between your thighs, lapping at your slick cunt. His dark hair clung to his face, getting in front of his eyes, but he didn't bother releasing his hold on your thighs or to dare stop. Frederick sighs with pleasure as he swiftly breaks away from your leaky hole to give attention back to your swollen clit. You smile down at him, rolling your hips just a little.
“I don’t know why I- mmfhm, d-don’t put your mouth to work more often. This is far more useful than anything you could say to me.”
Frederick groans into your cunt while his tongue licks over your clit, switching to swirling around in little circles too. It makes your hips jerk involuntarily and your thighs tremble, but you don’t want to be done yet. Your left hand leaves his chest to grasp at his hair and he only moans when you tug it without a worry of his comfort. The sharp stinging sends throbs of pleasure to his cock, but that means nothing in comparison to serving you right now. It meant nothing compared to the floaty feeling beginning to spread in his mind and down his body- it was one of the only true times he’s ever felt relaxed.
“You’re such a good boy, Freddy..” You trail off, swallowing the spit collecting in your mouth.
“When you want to be.” You add, chuckling softly at the end before a moan replaces it.
Frederick glances up, desperate to see if he was really being good to please you, but he can’t keep eye contact for long at all with another tug to his hair. His eyes squeeze shut and he releases your clit from his lips, nuzzling it with the tip of his nose as his tongue laps just underneath. Your hips start rolling faster, grinding against his nose in just the most delightful way that sends hot shocks of pleasure to your insides.
“Fuck, fuck-” You start, choking out a loud moan as your orgasm ripples through you.
Your juices coat his nose and lips, flooding his senses with you and only you. The sweet smell of your cunt had his cock leaking precum through his boxers, but even after riding your orgasm out, you don’t shoo his hands away or get off. You just pant, catching your breath between your words.
“Did- Did you think we were done? Oh, no, no.. You’re getting me off twice before I even consider touching you.”
You do give him relief though, lifting your weight off of him and grasping the bed’s headboard for support instead. You hunch over and tug his mouth off of your cunt to make him look at you properly. His eyes seem glazed over, focused and obsessed. Even with your shadow blocking the light, you can see your wetness glisten on his face.
“I felt you when you groped me, you filthy fucking mutt. ‘Heard you grunting and getting off.. You really thought I was asleep.”
