Taylor groaned, his hand reaching for my hair. “Fuck, I love you. You’re so cute.”
“I love you too.” It still felt strange to say those words out loud after thinking them for so long. I still couldn’t quite believe Taylor loved me, but every time he said the words it felt more real.
I soon got bored with teasing him, and pulled his boxers over his hips, licking my lips as his dick sprang free, precum beading on the head. I put my tongue out as I grasped the base of his cock in one hand, licking over the head and moaning as the salty taste of him burst across my tongue. I wanted to go slow and drag it out until Taylor was frustrated and demanding, but I had no patience for that. Instead, I opened my mouth and swallowed him down until my lips met my hand. Not having a gag reflex came in useful sometimes.
Taylor groaned. “Fuck, that’s it. Take my cock.” I held him as deep as I could until I had to pull back, saliva dripping from my lips and his dick.
“Fuck my face,” I said, looking up at him from under my lashes. I knew he couldn’t resist me like this, on my knees for him with a wet, swollen mouth, wearing the lingerie he’d chosen for me.
“Anything you want, sweet boy.” Taylor’s smile was wicked and hungry, and he was looking at me like I was his last meal. I wrapped my lips around his cock, letting my mouth and throat relax, and resting one of my hands on his thigh. I knew if it got too much, I could tap Taylor’s leg and he’d stop.
I moaned as he thrust into my mouth. It was a slow, testing motion. Taylor always started carefully as if he worried he might hurt me. I loved how much care he took of me, and I’d never felt so treasured. But right now, I didn’t want to be treated like I was made of glass. I wanted him to fuck my face. I reached around to grab his ass, pulling his cock deeper into me. Taylor chuckled.
“Are you desperate for it, baby?”
I moaned in response, attempting to nod my head. Taylor’s fingers gripped my hair and my body thrummed in anticipation. The next thrust of his hips was harder, pushing his cock deep into my throat. I groaned around him as he picked up the pace, using my mouth. It was everything I’d wanted. Spit dripped down my chin, my eyes threatening to water as pleasure burned through me. My cock ached between my legs and it took all my willpower not to stroke myself. The only thing stopping me was the knowledge it would be so much better if I waited. Taylor would make me soar.
“Fuck!” Taylor gasped sharply, pulling back. I whined pitifully, hating the feeling of being empty. “Your mouth is so good.” He reached for my hand, gently encouraging me to stand. His mouth found mine in a desperate, heated kiss, his tongue tracing my lips and exploring where his cock had been a few moments before. “Gonna make me come, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Get on the bed, Simon.”
“Can I request one thing?” I asked, my fingers stroking over Taylor’s chest, toying with his nipples. I knew if I didn’t tell him what I wanted now, I’d forget as soon as I felt his cock inside me again.
“Anything.” Taylor kissed me softly. “What do you want?”
“Will you… I want you to come on me,” I whispered against his lips. “Mark me as yours.” Taylor groaned, his hands tightening on my waist. My heart fluttered, a shiver of delight running across my skin. He was like beautiful putty in my hands. “Do you remember what I told you once when we were messaging?”
Taylor swallowed. “You told me lots of things. Remind me.”
“That for the right man, I’m a total cumslut.” I traced my fingers down his chest, sliding my hand between us to grasp his slick cock. “That I love the taste of cum… and I love it when a man unloads on my face.”
Taylor moaned, his hands pulling me closer as his lips found mine. “Is that what you want?” he growled, nipping at my lip. “Want me to treat you like the slut you are? Want me to come on your pretty face so you know you’re mine?”
“Y-yes, please, Taylor. I want that.”
“If you’re a good boy for me, then I’ll give you my cum as a reward.” Taylor’s teeth tugged gently on my lower lip, his finger caressing over my hip and down to my ass, squeezing my cheek. Pleasure thrummed through me like an electrical current, and I already knew I’d get what I wanted. The feeling was heady. “Get on the bed. Show me that gorgeous ass.”
Taylor released me slowly as if he was worried I wouldn’t be able to stand up by myself. I turned in his arms before crossing the short distance to the bed, crawling to the middle of it and raising my ass in the air, spreading my thighs so he’d be able to see the plug between my cheeks. I felt his eyes on me, the heat of them burning into my skin. Then, just as I was starting to get impatient, I heard him moving and felt the mattress dip as he climbed up behind me.
His fingers grasped the edge of the plug, and for a split-second I was worried he was going to tease me again. But then he slowly pulled it free, leaving me open and empty and desperate to be filled again. I groaned as he pressed two fingers into me, curling them over my sweet spot.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck me, please.”
I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper and felt Taylor’s fingers slide out of me. I couldn’t wait to go bareback with him. I wanted him to fill me with his cum, wanted to feel it dripping down my thighs or plugged inside me so he could use me again later.
“Are you ready?” Taylor’s voice jolted me from my thoughts, and I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my hole.
“Yeah. Need you.”
“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” Taylor said, one hand caressing my cheek. “I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pushed in slowly, splitting me open with his thick cock. I groaned as he filled me, almost wishing I’d worn a larger plug, but the burn soon gave way to the blissful fullness I always felt when Taylor was inside me. He stilled as he bottomed out, fingers stroking over my bare skin. “God, you look so fucking sexy like this. I’m so fucking happy you’re mine.”
“Always.” My fingers gripped the sheets as Taylor thrust his hips gently. “I’ll always be yours. Love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was inside me. “But I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
I’d barely processed the words before he slammed deep inside me, burying his cock in my ass. I gasped, trying to force air into my lungs as Taylor began to fuck me, hard and deep and so fucking perfect. It was everything I wanted, everything I needed, and all I could do was hang on for the ride. Whines and moans fell from my lips, mixed with half words that made no sense except for the occasional begging note for more and the desperate cries of Taylor’s name. An electric current of pleasure zipped through me, building with every thrust of Taylor’s perfect cock, until it was a storm. Every inch of me felt alive with sensation and the tiniest touches seemed to burn my skin. I cried out as Taylor ran his hand up my spine, gripping my shoulder.
“Come here, sweet boy,” he said, voice rough with desire. He slowed for a second, easing me back onto my knees and pulling me flush against him. His chest was tacky with sweat, and the heat from his body radiated into mine. Taylor caressed my jaw, turning my head so he could take my mouth in a messy kiss as he drove his cock into me slowly, hitting that spot inside me so perfectly I cried out against his lips.
“So beautiful for me.” His words were punctuated with kisses, each one soft, loving, and full of heat. “So goddamn gorgeous. You look so fucking good wearing what I bought you. Love seeing you all dressed up for me. Can’t believe you’re mine. You’re so fucking perfect.”
“You say that a lot.”
“Because it’s true. You’re amazing and beautiful and perfect, Simon.”
“I’m not,” I said, or at least started to say, because Taylor growled as soon as I started to deny it.
“Yes, you fucking are. And you are not allowed to be mean to yourself, or I’ll spank your pretty ass and I won’t let you come.” His hand smacked my cheek lightly, and I remembered the way he’d spanked me when he’d first come home, and the way the delici
ous heat had bloomed against my skin.
“Fuck. You’re so mean.”
“Well, you’d better be nice to yourself.” He thrust in deep again, grinding his dick into me and holding my hip tightly, pulling me onto his cock.
“I-I promise,” I said, even though it was getting really fucking difficult to form any sort of sentence because I was overwhelmed with love and pleasure.
“Good boy.” He eased his cock out of me. “Now, turn over. I want to watch you come.”
I nodded, lowering myself to the bed and rolling onto my back, grabbing a couple of pillows from the top of the bed to shove under my hips. I spread my legs wide, my cock hard and leaking against my stomach. I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me off, but I wanted Taylor to be buried inside me when I came. Taylor smirked down at me, his hand lazily stroking his perfect cock. Fuck, I needed him.
I opened my mouth, but Taylor leant down, silencing me with a kiss. His cock pushed inside me again, and I moaned.
“Is that what you wanted?”
I nodded. “Yeah, fuck. Please, Taylor. More.”
Taylor nipped at my lip, his tongue pushing inside me as he began to fuck me again. He sat back on his heels, hands pushing my stockinged thighs open, spreading me wide for him as he pounded me. His cock dragged over my prostate with every move, flooding me with pleasure, and the storm inside me became a hurricane. I was so fucking close, all I needed was one tiny touch. Then Taylor’s fingers closed around my aching cock, twisting over the slick head and smearing precum down my shaft, jacking me at the same pace as his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he said.
And I did. My orgasm hurtled through me, and I cried out as cum splashed across my abdomen, hitting my skin and the top of my garter-belt. Not that I cared. I was too lost to the pleasure that had sent me soaring. Taylor grunted as my muscles tightened around him, pulling his cock deeper into me.
“Fuck. So close.” His voice was deep and wrecked, the same way it always was when he was close to coming. It had fast become one of my favourite sounds. I whined as he pulled out, but as he stripped off the condom, excitement flooded me.
“Yeah. Need your cum,” I said, trying to hurriedly wiggle myself into a sitting position in front of Taylor while my aching muscles protested at having to move so soon after my orgasm. It would be worth it though. Taylor was jacking himself hard and fast, desperation and desire etched on his face. “Mark me up.”
Taylor moaned; his eyes locked on mine. “Gonna, fuck, gonna come.”
I closed my eyes, and a second later stripes of hot cum painted my face. I smiled, sticking my tongue out to lick up the cum that had landed on my lips, savouring the salty flavour.
“Fuck, you look so fucking gorgeous like that.” Taylor groaned. “But I think you’re going to kill me.”
“Why?” I chuckled, licking up the last of the cum that I could reach. I felt the rest of it sticking to my nose, cheeks, and chin, and possibly my hair. Luckily, Taylor seemed to have missed my eyes. I opened them slowly, fluttering my lashes to check for stray cum. Taylor was still kneeling in front of me, chest heaving and face pink with exertion. He looked beautiful.
“Because watching you lick my cum off your face like it’s fucking chocolate sauce is going to give me a heart attack.” I snorted, then patted the bed next to me, pulling the pillows out from under me and throwing them off the bed.
“You’re such a fucking drama queen,” I said as Taylor lay down next to me. He held out his arm and I buried myself in his embrace, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex and something else that was just pure Taylor. I sighed happily.
“I should clean the cum off your face before it sticks to you. That would be a nightmare,” Taylor said.
“Cuddle first.”
“Fine.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my head. “Cuddle first.”
I heard his heart beating rhythmically in his chest, the soft lup dup echoing in my ears. Now that we’d fucked, I realised we should probably talk about everything. Or at least clear the air on the whole Pornblr thing. I didn’t think Taylor would mind the fact that I blogged. If he did, I knew he wouldn’t have sent that message and we certainly wouldn’t have had the mind-meltingly good sex we’d just had.
“So… you’re Mr. Smith?” I turned my head to look up at him, my fingers stroking over his chest. Taylor smiled.
“And you’re Thick Boy in Lace.”
“We’re idiots, aren’t we?” I said because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Taylor snorted and then laughed, shaking his head.
“Little bit.”
“Did you realise you called yourself dense? And that you called us out. You said we were dating, but we just didn’t know it.”
“Well,” Taylor said, reaching down and pulling me up to him, drawing me into a soft kiss. “I am very smart. Even when I don’t realise it.”
“You are.”
“You told me you loved me.” Taylor’s eyes were warm and shining.
“I did. And you told me to be careful because you might run.”
“I might’ve once.” He paused. “But not for a long time. Because I’ve been fucking gone on you for months.” He smiled and shook his head. “I remember looking at your blog just before I first saw you in panties and wondering if I could ever convince you to wear them because you had such a similar body type to Thick Boy. I remember thinking how amazing you’d look. And then I discovered your secret, and it was like all my fantasies had come true at once.” He kissed me again, and heat bubbled up inside my chest. I’d never imagined finding someone like Taylor. To me, men like him were like the moon, beautiful but impossible to reach. Something to be admired and imagined up close, but ultimately something you couldn’t have.
“Do you mind?”
“About what?”
“About the blogging? That we chatted?” Even though I thought I already knew the answer I needed to make sure. My granny always said “assuming makes an ass out of you and me”, and I wasn’t going to pretend I knew all Taylor’s thoughts.
“No, of course not. Why would I?” Taylor looked almost confused. “Did you think I’d get mad at you? Or jealous? I love your blog. It’s sexy as fuck, and I love that I’ve been able to chat with you through it. And now I know all the dark, dirty secrets you wouldn’t tell me in person.” He kissed me again, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as my spent cock twitched against Taylor’s thigh.
“I’m shy,” I said, somewhat lamely, and Taylor chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I get it. But you can always be open with me. I want to know everything.”
I nodded. “Okay.” A thought flickered into my mind. It was something I hadn’t considered before, but now I’d thought about it, I had to know the answer. “What do you want me to do about the blog?”
“What do you mean?” Taylor looked confused again, his eyebrow quirking adorably.
“Do you want me to shut it down? Or stop blogging?”
“Why would I want you to do that?” Taylor didn’t seem to be following my train of thought.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just… we’re dating now. I thought you wouldn’t want me putting slutty pictures of myself on the internet.”
“First of all, they’re gorgeous slutty pictures, and I love them. Secondly, it’s your body.” I opened my mouth to object, but Taylor placed his finger against my lips. “Thirdly, I fucking love your blog. If you shut it down, I’ll be the one complaining. Loudly and vociferously, until you give in.”
I laughed, my worries melting away. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. If you want to keep doing it, I’ll support you. But I do have one condition.” His eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I want to watch you take your photos. Maybe even learn how to take them,” he said. “Although, I can’t promise you won’t make it out of the photoshoots without being fucked. I’m not sure I’d be able to resist s
eeing you in a parade of panties, looking fucking edible, without putting my hands on you.”
“Sounds good to me.” My brain was already whirring, thinking about all the sets I wanted to shoot next. Maybe I’d start with the sheer, pale blue panties I knew Taylor loved, even if it meant the shoot would be over before it had even begun.
“Good. I can’t wait to show the world how fucking sexy you are.” His voice dipped low and sent shivers down my spine. “They’ll all know you’re mine and that they can’t have you. And maybe sometimes I’ll take before and after pictures so I can show them your ruined panties, covered in cum, so everyone knows what a beautiful little slut you are for me.”
I moaned, my cock thickening as my hips thrust uncontrollably against Taylor’s thigh. “Yes. I want that.”
“Me too.” He drew me into another kiss, fingers tracing down my spine. “Want to start now?”
Two weeks later, I sat on my bed, my laptop resting on my knees while I looked through the results of the first shoot Taylor and I had done together.
The pictures had turned out surprisingly well, all things considered, and we’d actually managed to get through three different sets before Taylor’s lust had won out. I’d been wearing some lace-topped white holdups and a pair of white lace boyshorts that left nothing to the imagination. My dick had been hard and aching the entire time, because Taylor had peppered the whole shoot with filthy words about exactly what he was going to do to me. My dick leaked precum into my panties, leaving an obvious wet spot, and that had been it. Taylor had pinned me to the bed and pulled two orgasms out of me, making me come into my panties both times until they were drenched. Then he’d grabbed the camera and taken photos of my soaked panties clinging to my spent cock.
I looked at the photos carefully, wondering whether I should upload them or keep them for myself. The lighting in them was lovely, and I was sure they’d be popular. Everyone knew I had a boyfriend now since I’d posted that photo of myself waiting for Taylor to come home. I’d had lots of congratulatory comments, and more than a few that said that my boyfriend was super fucking lucky. Taylor had chuckled possessively when he’d seen them, then he’d laid me out on the bed and taken me apart, fucking my face and covering me with his cum.
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