🤍 Angel Baby 🤍

I want him dripping with it. Dazed and fucked out.

Masturbation instructions. Walking someone through every dirty, slutty thing they need to feel their orgasm through their body.

I may not be there, but you'll be so good, won't you?

That's it. Make yourself feel good for me.

Pretend its me.

Doing every little thing I say because you know you'll be my pretty little slut?

hours of hearing him tell me how empty he is, hearing him whine and beg me to fill him up. hours of him working up the both of us before i’d snap, ripping off his clothes as fast as i could and forcing him on his back with a pillow under him, angling his hips perfectly.

of course, he’d revel in the realisation that i’m just as desperate for him as he is for me… that is, if he has anything other than cock on his mind. “is that all you can go on about, sweetheart? how bad you want me to fuck you? might as well fuck you right then.” i’d mumble as i wrap my belt around his wrists.

kissing him gently on the forehead before slowly slipping my dick inside of him, watching then immediate relief in his face as his eyes roll back ever so slightly, and his jaw releases as i slowly start thrusting into him. “that’s it, honey. such a good boy. good puppy.”

i doubt i’d even realise my mistake, having been too focused on his expression and being careful with how hard i push down on his stomach, knowing it makes him all floaty. i haven’t called him puppy before slipping up just there, but by the way he moaned and clenched around me, by the time i noticed my mistake i’d already be leaning into it.

“oh you like that, huh? you like it when i call you puppy? yeah? i can tell honey. your little cunt clenched around me so fucking tight… you got even wetter too huh? such a sloppy puppy.” i’d mumble into his neck as i fuck into him harder, slow and controlled thrusts that go just deep enough so my dick grinds against that spongy spot inside of him.

he’d gasp, maybe mumble about how good it feels for a moment or too before i gently but firmly slap his cheek. “dogs don’t speak, you stupid fucking mutt.” he’d clench again and moan even louder than last time, all while i watch his expression for any discomfort, asking him for his colour if i’m not sure, only to become more sure of myself when i hear him pant out “green, d-daddy”

at that point, he’d be at the point where everything’s starting to feel way too good. his voice would break and he’d fight against the restraints as his back arches even more, while i pant in his ear, telling him what a good puppy he is, telling him how proud of him i am until he’s riding the edge of bliss.

and as if i needed more confirmation of how good i’m fucking my boyfriend, he’d start repeating himself. he’d tell me that he’s a “dumb fucking dog” and he’d beg me to cum inside of him over and over again until i’m positive his brain is mush and that he’s going to cum in a few seconds.