“Good boy,” Max growls, his hands flicking at his towel and making it drop to the floor, the sight of his rock-hard cock bouncing up to attention almost making me stagger backward in a delighted shock.
“It’s so… I mean… I… shall I…” I splutter, unable to put together a whole sentence.
I’ve performed on the biggest stages and arenas in the world, but right now I could barely remember the most famous hooks and choruses of my career, let alone sing them in tune. My brain is melting away, fueled by desire to serve my gruff, hunky Daddy.
“On your knees,” Max says, placing his heavy hand on my shoulder and applying enough pressure to make me feel that he’s in total control—not that I needed reminding, and not that I would have it any other way either. “Suck. Serve me. Show me why you deserve to be my submissive boy.”
My head is spinning, my cock is throbbing, and I’m barely able to function other than to act purely on instinct and drop to my knees.
It’s so thick.
Long. Scarily long.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life…
Despite Max’s intimidating size, I grip the base of his tree-trunk cock and ease my wet lips over his head, sinking my mouth down as far as I can go on the first attempt.
I gag.
I splutter.
For a moment I think there’s no way I’m going to be able to take all of him inside my mouth. But before I know it, I’m working my mouth more confidently, pushing myself to take every inch of him in my wet mouth and show my Daddy that I can be his submissive Little in all the ways.
“Use one hand to work your dick,” Max demands, his cock feeling harder than ever as I slurp and swallow it once more. “I want you to cum at the same time as me. Daddy’s Orders.”
I attempt to reply but my mouth is so full that my words come out garbled. But it doesn’t matter. I know what my Daddy wants from me, and I’m more than happy to give it to him.
As my fingers grip my cock and make a fist around it, I know that I’m close—and when I feel Max’s Daddy Dick stiffen and shoot, it’s easy for me to push myself over the edge and have a hard, gushing orgasm just as he starts to fill my mouth with his hot, plentiful seed.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Max grunts, thrusting his hips and pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat as he drains every last drop.
My legs are quivering and trembling too as my orgasm continues for way longer than I’d imagined it would. Just like when I pleasured myself secretly in the bathroom, there’s something about Max that does different things to me. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s the most intense sexual connection I’ve ever known.
“Damn, that was… unreal,” Max says, pulling his cock out of my mouth and watching as I collapse onto the thick rug, my body and mind spent and totally satisfied. “And I’m guessing you feel the same way.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I answer, unable to put a single word out there.
But I know one thing for sure… when I’m able to tell Max how I feel, I’m not going to hold back—and hopefully now he might be ready to open up a little more with me too…
Chapter 14
Max
The cabin is quiet, the blizzard’s howl muted now, leaving only the soft crackle of the fire in the living area and the faint patter of snow against the windows.
I’m lying in the compact bedroom, the sheets warm around us, Billie curled up in my arms, his head nestled against my chest. He’s fast asleep, his breathing soft and even, his face peaceful in a way that makes my heart ache.
That’s it.
You just sleep it off.
Daddy’s looking out for you…
I stroke his hair gently, my fingers gliding through the silky strands, careful not to wake him. The firelight from the open door casts a soft glow over him, highlighting the curve of his cheek, the slight flush still lingering from what happened earlier.
That moment—the boy on his knees, his eyes locked on mine, giving himself to me so completely—was unreal, a connection so intense it’s still burning in my veins.
He’s special, this boy.
