Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+)

Chapter Sixty: Milky Reward

If Briar had been unsure of what to do next or how exactly to 'earn' his pain and pleasure, it was extremely fortunate that his dominant didn't expect him to take the initiative. Because soon, the Sub found his face pressed tightly against a scorching heat, the flesh beneath throbbing against his cheek.

"I've wanted to be in your throat for so long, Kitten. Watching your Daddy stuff it full was such a fucking tease" The man grunted, lifting his hips from the bed slightly to rub his clothed cock against Briar. Now understanding just what was wanted from him, the lovely little kitty tried his best to make a cute 'feline' sound in his throat, moving his head just enough so his lips pressed against the large bulge beneath.

"Can I taste you now, Master?".

"Mmm" Devon hummed a happy sound, sweetly stroking a thumb over one of the submissive's plump lips. "Good boy for asking. Yes, you can taste".

It felt so good to be praised by his lover, the satisfaction settling deep into his bones making Briar eagerly unbutton his master's trousers, grateful the man shifted so they could be lowered enough to reveal the place Briar hungered for. His appetite was ravenous, and the moment his mouth kissed the thick outline of a hard cock, it only made him salivate more.

Devon let him explore at his own pace briefly, Briar suckling and licking at the fabric until it was soaked and clinging to the penis beneath. But when he finally found himself freeing the appendage from the confines it had been straining against, he gulped.

It's... bigger than I remember.

"Show me the best you can do, and you'll get a reward" Devon encouraged, Briar eagerly taking the base of the shaft into one hand.

The cock had a weight to it, satisfying in its length and thickness with a perfect upward curve to the tip. And Gods, was it wet. The entire thing from base to head glistened with the precum it had been leaking for who knows how long until it was saturated in the liquid. That made Briar proud, to witness for himself just how deeply he aroused his master, and it in his gut like a feeling of accomplishment.

"Be a good kitten and clean my mess for me, hm? You look thirsty".

A hand went to the back of the submissive's head, guiding it forward and making Briar immediately dart out his tongue. He was a good kitty, more than happy to clean his master's messes. At first, he wasn't sure what to think of the taste. No cum tasted fantastic or like foods as media suggested, and neither did Devon's, but there was an animalistic, depraved enjoyment to be found in the taste of a man's evidence of intense lust. And just one taste had Briar hooked, a whorish grunt of desperation clawing its way from his mouth as he lapped and laved at the gorgeous cock, slurping at the sides and chasing his now milky saliva down to his master's sack where he took in a deep breath, moaning at the strong smell. The smell of his master, musky and intensely masculine. He wanted it rubbed all over him, marking his body as Devon's territory.

It was a disgusting show he put on, near unhinged with how the mess dripped down onto his bare chest and lap, smeared all over his mouth and chin in thick rivulets of saliva and semen, yet his only thought was how much of a waste it was that it wasn't in his stomach- or filling him in other ways until he overflowed.

"Fuck" a deep voice grunted above. "Open your fucking mouth, now" the master demanded gruffly, humping his painfully hard erection against any part of Briar it could touch. And the moment he was obeyed, he locked his fingers together behind the kitten's neck, forcing it forward.

Devon felt every goddamned delicious fucking inch of his cock slide over a hot, wet tongue, cursing the instant his sensitive tip was squeezed by the walls of Briar's throat as it rebelled against the sudden intrusion. But he kept pushing, driven almost mad by the pressure applied everywhere on his dick until finally, he could go no further, his pubic region flat against Briar's nose and balls pressed to a sticky chin. Then he abruptly pulled back out in a single movement, impressed that despite the boy's initial panic, not a single one of his teeth caught against Devon's skin.