puppy sub grinding against my thigh, still in his boxers, too desperate to even take them off first. needing friction, needing relief, whimpering “mommy” over and over as he gets closer, hips moving faster, more desperate, “mommy, mommy, please…”
finally cumming, moaning loudly, still grinding. soaking through his boxers completely, making such a mess on my thigh but not even caring. lost in it. “mommy, oh god, mommy…”
riding it out, hips still rolling, working himself through it. getting every last bit of pleasure from it, whimpering. whining. moaning. so needy, so desperate, finally slowing, finally stilling.
collapsing against me immediately after, whole body going limp, breathing hard, face buried in my neck, shaking slightly from the intensity of it
me wrapping my arms around him instantly, holding him close, one hand in his hair, one on his back, “good boy, such a good boy, you did so well for me, baby”
him making small sounds, still catching his breath, clinging to me, needing this, needing to be held, needing to hear he was good, “was i good, mommy? did i do okay?”
“you were perfect, puppy. so perfect. i’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” stroking his hair, his back, keeping him grounded, keeping him safe, him relaxing into me, finally settling, knowing he did well, knowing he’s loved.