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“Yeah,” he answers, just as quietly.

“Good.” I lean over him, braced a little awkwardly in a one-handed push-up pose so I can hang onto those panties as I roll my hips while I fuck him, trying to rub over his prostate like I was before. “Open your mouth for me, Babydoll. Let me see that sexy pierced tongue.”

He obeys, opening his mouth wide and putting his tongue out all the way. “Keep it out,” I tell him, wanting to hear the open-mouthed whines he won’t have any way to stifle when I drag my crown over his prostate again and again.

Even as hot as this is, I’m surprised at how quickly the low, pulsing heat of another orgasm races up on me. I lean over Errol and spit in his mouth.

“Good girl. Keep those lips spread for me,” I say.

I give it a little bit until I have enough before I hover over him.

Aiming at that sexy silver ball in the middle of Errol’s tongue, I drool a huge, thick mouthful of spit from my mouth into his.

Looking at his eyes as he watches me degrade him turns the heat inside me into an eruption.

I pump my second load of the night into him, spitting into his mouth again for good measure.

“Good slut,” I tell him as soon as I’ve caught enough breath to speak.

I pull out of him carefully, leaving the panties inside of him.

“Fuck, I wish you could see this, Babydoll. You can’t possibly imagine how slutty this swollen, worked-over hole looks.

You look like such a depraved whore with a pair of absolutely filthy lace panties hanging out of your puffy, pierced cunt. ”

Errol whines. “Wish I could see, too,” he murmurs.

I can just reach my phone. I grab it and take a couple of pictures, stopping to lightly tug that guiche piercing so I can pull more sexy, needy sounds out of him.

Slowly, I start to pull the fabric out of him, letting out a groan at the sight as I do.

“So fucking hot,” I tell him. Errol squirms at the sensation.

I hold that filthy, come-soaked lace up so he can see. “Look what a mess you made of these pretty panties,” I chide him in a tone of mock reproach. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Errol bites his lip. “Sorry,” he murmurs. His eyes are locked on my hand, and I can see that his caged cock is profusely dripping precum once again.

Carefully, so I don’t get the mess all over my hand, I ball up those panties. “Open,” I say. I chuckle a little when I realize I didn’t need to —Errol’s lips were parted before I even said the word.

“You want me to gag you with these while I clean up the mess your dick is leaking everywhere?” I ask.

“Uh-huh.” He nods. I narrow my eyes.

“Tell me.”

His face flushes again. “Gag me with the panties you made me come in, then fucked into me to clean up your load,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.

“Open,” I tell him again. When he does, I cram the panties into his mouth. “How’s that taste, Babydoll?”

I grin at his unintelligible mumble before I drop my face between his legs.

I lap up the precum that’s dripped over his balls, licking the wet spots off his upper thighs and snaking my tongue between the bars of his cage.

I linger there, teasing as much of his head as I can reach.

He cries in frustration behind the gag, squirming and writhing in his restraints as his cock tries to swell.

“God, it’s so fucking hot watching this big dick try to get hard while I’m licking you clean,” I tell him. “I might stay down here for a while. You said you wanted to come for your reward, but you didn’t say anything about me edging you back into a dripping, whimpering mess after that.”

Errol whines around the panties filling his mouth. I grin as I drag two fingers through the slick and slip them inside of him. Once I find his prostate, I work it while I keep tonguing his trapped cock until he sounds like an animal in heat as he thrashes on the bed.

When his breathing changes, I slide out of him before he hits the point of no return, not wanting to force an orgasm on him that he’ll feel bad about like I inadvertently did before.

He wails around the gag, and something about the tone worms its way inside my brain.

As much as I love edging Errol, I also love rewarding him for denying himself.

I huff out a laugh. “I think this is for me as much as for you, baby, but I really want you to come again for me tonight.” I kiss his trembling inner thigh. “Be right back.”

Errol’s eyes go straight to my hands when I come back.

He groans when he sees that I’m holding the key to his cock cage.

I quickly unlock it before getting back on the bed, straddling his torso and bending down.

He makes a noise of surprise when my lips land on his.

The moan he lets out grows steadily louder as I snake my tongue around a loop of that lace and then pull those panties out of his mouth with my teeth.

I spit them out onto the bed as he watches me with wide eyes.

I brush his lips with mine again and drop my hips just enough to rub over his cock. “You’re so gorgeous when you come apart,” I murmur against his mouth. “I just really want to see and hear and feel that tonight one more time. How do you want it, baby? Want me to suck that big dick?”

“No!” he gasps out. “No —stay here.” He cranes his neck up to brush his lips against my mouth. “Just kiss me. Grind on me. I’m so close, Stud. Just wanna feel your body close.”

Even though I already came twice tonight, my dick pulses at his words. I lower my pelvis and roll my hips to rub against Errol’s cock. Not more than half a minute later, he thrusts up against me as he lets out a sob that’s nearly as hot as his explosion that covers both of our torsos.

I reach up to unfasten the restraints keeping his wrists above his head. The instant his hands are free, Errol pulls his body against mine with the most beautiful, needy whine I’ve ever heard. He ruts against me, milking out every last drop of his release.

When I sink into another deep kiss, the sound of his I capture with my tongue is so hot that my orgasm catches me by surprise.

A shudder rips through me, and then I’m the one whimpering with need, grinding against Errol’s half-hard cock as my dick explodes yet again, adding to the mess on our bellies.

Eventually, reluctantly, I push myself up so I can look at him. “How’re you feeling?”

Errol throws his arms around me again, nuzzling his face into my neck with a contented purr. “So good,” he sighs. “I love you.”

I didn’t realize there had been a weight sitting on my chest until it lifts when I hear those words. “I love you, too.”

“Did you really think I deserved to come twice tonight?” He sounds so unsure, my heart breaks.

I bring my lips to his ear. “You were so, so good, Babydoll. You were perfect for me and I’m so proud of you.” I’m surprised to feel him shiver as he presses himself against my body. “You cold?” I ask.

“Oh, no.” He kind of laughs. “Just thinking if that’s the way you dish out rewards, I’m a little afraid to know what you’ll think up if I miss a day.”

I laugh a little. “Not that I don’t have every confidence in you, but I already know exactly what I’m telling you to do if you don’t reach your goal one day.”