I've
been thinking about writing this since the Kink of the Week prompt about men in panties. As intriguing as it was seeing all those pictures of cocks straining against
silk and lace, I still prefer men in snug boxer briefs. So, I wrote this
ode to celebrate the New Year—and my undying love of men in boxer briefs.
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Hope
you enjoy,
Ria
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My Reward
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
Pick your reward.
I
always loved those words—particularly because they were a rare treat. Not that
I didn't thoroughly enjoy however he chose to reward—or punish—me, but him ceding
control in this way meant I'd especially pleased him. Submissive as I was,
pleasing him thrilled me beyond measure and was a reward in and of itself.
Looking
up from the card he'd presented me with as part of our private New Year's
celebration, I found his gleaming blue eyes. "Really?"
"Absolutely."
His seductive mouth spread into a wide grin. "You've been a very good dirty
girl this year."
There
were so many possibilities, but there was one wicked indulgence I revered above
all others.
Kneeling
naked at his feet, I licked my lips in anticipation. "Boxer briefs."
Still
smiling, his eyes narrowed slightly as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt,
then pulled it over his head. Watching him strip out of his clothes never ceased
to make my heart beat faster and my cunt flood with cream. I had to maintain my
position with my knees wide apart until he released me, so I couldn't ease the
growing ache in my sex.
When
his jeans joined his T-shirt on the floor, he held out his arms and slowly
turned around, letting me peruse him in all his glory. The gray boxer briefs
clung to him like a second skin, molding to his muscular thighs, firm ass, and
the tempting bulge at his groin.
Facing
me again, he raised an eyebrow. "Where do you want me?"
I
nodded towards the nearby sofa. "Over there, please."
He
took his time sprawling out in the center, his legs spread open so I'd have
complete access to what I craved.
One
arm resting along the back of the sofa, he lifted his other arm and crooked his
finger at me. "I'm all yours, naughty girl."
That
was music to my slut ears.
Holding
his gaze, I leisurely crawled over to him, my big tits swaying in counterpoint
to the pronounced swing of my hips. By the time I was between his legs, his
eyelids were heavy and I could see his erection forming in his briefs.
As
much as I lived to make him hard, I was a bit rueful about it now. I loved
nuzzling his soft cock and feeling it firming up against my cheek. Usually, I only
got to experience that while he was sleeping—right before he woke up and fucked
me senseless.
I
trailed my hands up his legs, his wiry hair tickling my palms as I reached the
hem of his boxers. Biting my lower lip, I toyed with the edge, just slipping my
fingers underneath and then withdrawing them.
Smirking,
he lowered his brows. "You know turnabout is fair play, right?"
I nodded.
Oh
yes, I knew. As much as I taunted him now, he'd pay me back twofold later in a
sensual assault that would surely have me begging for mercy as the clock struck
midnight. That was part of the beauty of this particular reward. The other was
that I got to take my time having my wicked way with him. He'd let me do as a
pleased, seeing how long he could hold off until he came. Then all bets were
off.
Carefully,
I adjusted his cock up against his lower abdomen, then buried my nose in the
soft cotton at the base of his shaft. Breathing in his irresistible manly musk,
I rubbed the warm weight of his balls with my cheek.
He
groaned and threaded his fingers in my hair, gripping it lightly but not urging
me in any way. I welcomed him possessively holding my head as my lips explored
the shape of his sac through the fabric. My hand barely teasing the length of
his cock, I took one of his balls in my mouth and softly sucked him.
I
delighted in the sound of him pulling in a harsh breath. Knowing, hearing,
feeling his arousal always created a sympathetic reaction within me until we
were in perfect harmony. My breathing quickened right along with his, my heart
beat in time with the pulse I could feel beneath my fingertips, and my thighs became
slick with my juices as his soaked through his boxer briefs.
Once
I'd thoroughly dampened the material with my saliva, I gave the other side the
same treatment. His fingers twitched in my hair and I knew he was struggling
not to fist it. His steely control was slipping and that made my cunt ache even
more.
As
much as I relished savoring him in this way, part of me wanted to build his
lust to such a crescendo that he'd snap, tackling me to the floor and taking me
hard and fast. So far that hadn't happened, but a fuck slut can dream.
Moving
on, I nibbled my way up his shaft until I reached the drenched head. He smelled
and tasted so fucking good as I wrapped my lips around him and lapped up his salty
essence. Fondling his balls in my hand, I lightly scraped the head with my
teeth through the soaked fabric.
"Fuck…ah,
just like…damn…"
Taking
the tip of his cock into my mouth, boxer briefs and all, I looked up and met
his barely open blue eyes. "Hmmmmm?"
"Christ…I,
ah…never mind!" His chest heaving, he squeezed his eyes shut and let his
head fall back.
That
I'd reduced my libidinous lyricist of dirty talk to incoherent utterances made my
cunt muscles clench painfully with longing.
Knowing
he was close to coming, I released him long enough to fish his cock out of the
opening in his boxer briefs, removing any barriers between us. Flesh met flesh
as I sucked him deep into my mouth, my tongue stroking the ridge along the
underside.
This
time he did fist my hair. "I'm going to fucking come."
Humming
my assent, I sucked him harder. The vibrations I created pushed him over the
edge. In a sweet symphony of grunts and groans, he filled my mouth with his
thick, abundant seed. I swallowed every drop and lovingly licked him clean.
When
he'd caught his breath, he looked down at me with a devilish glint in his eyes.
"My turn."
"Your turn." Now you're in for it!
ReplyDeleteOh I think so! ;)
DeleteOh I do love it when they let you have fun and then say, "My turn."
ReplyDeleteYes indeed! ;)
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