Chapter 100
Chapter 100:
He was going to use it on me, and I instinctively bit my lip when I saw him bringing back the biggest ribbed dildo he had made me buy online just a few days ago.
“Ah… you’re biting your lip. You liked it the last time I shoved this monster dick in you, didn’t you?” he chuckled deviously, his voice dripping with mischief. I shuddered, keeping my legs parted for him.
This was Dion’s favorite position for me, and he was clearly basking in the fact that I was blushing and breathing hard from anticipation alone.
My cock was fully erect, and I shuddered again as he licked the length of it before sucking the head, teasing me while he lubed up the monstrous dildo, preparing me to take it all in.
“Hands on your knees, keep them wide open for me, my pretty slut,” he commanded, his tone both firm and playful. “Damn, one of these days, I’m going to make you buy lace underwear and have you wear it to the office.” The idea alone made my cock leak, and I had to restrain myself from coming right then and there. Dion kissed me hard, perfectly reading my expression as he noticed how my cock twitched at the mere thought of it.
“Damn it, such a pretty cum slut, and you’re all mine. I’m so fucking lucky, aren’t I?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached for my phone and handed it to me. “I want you to order five lace underwear. Get them delivered overnight. I want you to wear one in baby blue tomorrow. Now…” he demanded. I gasped, nearly dropping my phone as he simultaneously pushed the dildo inside me. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn
“Mmm… so pretty. Go on, order them while I make you feel so good, like the pretty cum slut that you are,” he purred. My mind was hazy with arousal, and I kept making mistakes as I tried to find the right size that would be comfortable enough to wear to work. Damn… I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what he asked.
“Are you done, Mr. Davenport?” he asked, moving the ribbed dildo in and out of me, each thrust hitting the perfect spot that made my cock dribble precum. He played with my wet slit, and I almost dropped the phone again but managed to finish the order just in time.
“D-done… fuck. Dion, please…” I stammered, my voice trembling with need.
“Come here,” he instructed, planting the suction base of the dildo on the floor and telling me to kneel and ride it while he sat at the edge of the bed, making me suck his dick. “That’s it, you look too damn pretty. I can’t wait to ravish you tomorrow in your lace underwear. I’m going to make you wear the small purple plug so you’ll be ready for me anytime, anywhere p>
“Ride that cock, jerk yourself off, my pretty cum slut. I want to see you come. I want you to drink all of me. Suck me off, damn…
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Too fucking eager…” he growled, his words sending shivers down my spine.
I came so hard that I slumped forward, just as he emptied himself into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, my body trembling from the intensity of it all. He reached for my face and kissed me messily, tasting himself on my lips.
“Holy shit, Oscar, that was… fuck. Go rest, I’ll take care of our mess,” he said, his voice soft but satisfied as he gently guided me to lie down.
His lips were on mine after he helped me up, and I slumped onto the bed. He cleaned both of us before turning off the lights, and I was tucked in under the blanket with him by my side. My mind was blank, and I felt the lightness after the satisfying release we’d shared.
The next few days passed like a dream. I was on cloud nine, feeling untouchable. Work was great, and Dion and I were getting more comfortable with each other.
The lace panties were a big surprise for me. It felt like unlocking a new kink, and Dion was accommodating my every need, making me happier than I could remember. He’d ravished me, tearing a couple of the lace panties as he rode me hard. It was all fun and sex until one week later when Dion decided to ask if I could clear some space in my walk-in closet for his work clothes.
“…Look, Oscar, it’s not like I’m moving in with you. I’m here almost every night. I just thought it might be easier for me to go to work from here. I mean, we’d obviously arrive in different cars. I know you’re not out. I won’t ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he explained, while my mind tried to digest his words and figure out how best to respond.