“Tighten your lips more,” I rasped, and used my hand to jerk the rest of my shaft in time to the bobbing of his head. Seeing that smart fucking mouth that liked to yell and backtalk me stuffed full of my cock was the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed. My balls tightened and drew up even more as pleasure raced around deep in my core and trembled through my body from the head of my dick.
The end was fast approaching. I didn’t want it to happen yet. It was a no-brainer that if I stayed between his lips I would explode. He sucked hard, and the amazing feeling at the tip of my cock swelled and stole all my focus for a few seconds. I panted as I eased myself back, to stop myself from coming.
“You’re so good, boy. Your mouth is so fantastic.”
He slid back to suckle at the tip of my cock again, that light, worrying suction that was almost too much right now. He eased his hand down and pulled his dick out of his underwear, desperately beating off. For a few seconds I was so stunned by how good he looked with his chest and arm muscles straining that I just watched him.
“Let go of yourself now, boy,” I snarled, surprised at how mean I sounded.
He gasped around my cock and then sucked frantically, rolling electricity through my body. He leaned up on his knees, plastering his hands to my hips, and I trapped them in place with my unforgiving grip as he bobbed on my cock, taking more into his mouth than he had before. He coughed and gagged.
The urge to move my hips was on me; all I wanted to do was fuck. I gripped his left hand hard, and then used my right one to fist his hair and rock my hips forward, instead of letting him slide his lips onto me.
His cock was still waving outside of his underwear, and he whined as much as he could and thrust his hips. A wet dot of heat landed on my calf—his precum. That sizzling proof he was excited sent me over the edge, along with another long suck from his pretty lips. My orgasm tightened my limbs, and I stood there gasping as I unloaded into his mouth. He choked and swallowed noisily, and the suction around my sensitive head had me trembling. On a low groan, I pulled back and watched myself pop free of his mouth. There was still a blob of thick white cum on my cockhead, so I smeared it onto his lips to see what it would look like there. He twisted his head away with a grimace.
“Fucking beautiful, boy,” I growled.
He licked my spunk off and stared up at me like I was a glorious monster, capable of murdering him or making his wildest dreams come true. I loved that. I loved everything about the way he quivered and huddled worshipfully at my feet, waiting for me to command him, give him relief.
“That’s messy,” he said, voice wrecked.
“That’s the point.”God.I bent and smashed my lips to his soft ones, kissing him, tasting myself. I attacked his mouth until my own felt bruised and then pulled away to run my thumb over his reddened lips.Edible.I gripped his arms and dragged him to his feet simply so I could have another taste of him with his body against mine. His cock pressed needily to my hip, but his lips parted pliantly the second I swiped my tongue against them, and the predatory beast that lived inside me, hidden by suits and propriety, gloried in conquering him.
“Do you know what happens to boys who are naughty and try to bust their nut without permission?”
Max blinked, and this time there was no mistaking the tears that made his eyes misty as he squirmed against me, trying to rub his erection against me any way he could.
“I’m so hard, please, Sir. Please, please.”
He begged like such a good boy. An emotional knot twisted up in my chest. “No, you’re going to wait now.” I reached down and pulled his underwear up, forcing his hard cock inside. I let the band snap around his waist and he hissed.
“But you said I was good!”
“Boy, you were to wait. You disobeyed.” I snagged his hands in mine and lifted them over his head, walking him up against the wall beside the fireplace. His back went flush to the cool surface, and he tugged at my hold on him, but more like he was testing me than truly trying to escape. I nudged my knee between his legs and went after his sweet, cum-glossed lips again.
He shuddered as I nestled my thigh tight to his groin. His dick throbbed against my leg, living and hungry, and I sucked on his tongue. He rolled his hips and humped against me until he was whining against my mouth and tugging sadly to try to get his hands loose. When his breath burst from him in ragged gasps, I knew he was too close, and I stepped back and made him walk with me.
“S-Sir?”
“Move that ass, boy.” I took him out of the room, along the hallway and up the stairs, directly to my bedroom. I should take my time, he didn’t seem used to any of this, but once I was near my bed, all I could focus on was him. I grabbed him around the middle and bodily moved him, pushing him backward. He landed close enough to the center of the bed that I was satisfied, and he had only just managed to get his head together to try to sit up by the time I was crawling forward and shoving him back down against the thick comforter.
“Good boys follow all my orders and anticipate a few. You never have permission to come unless I give it.”
Max nodded. I was already on top of him. My heart jackhammered as he squirmed against me, and I managed to hook my hands around the outsides of his thighs. He took the cue and spread his legs as I settled down firmly in the cradle of his body. He whined low in the back of his throat as I twisted my hips against him. His cock was so hard it was almost uncomfortable pressed against the sensitive head of my dick. The almost-too-much sensation was as good as everything else with him had been.
“If you can rub off against me, you can come tonight. If you can’t, you wait until morning.” I dropped a kiss on his nose and rested my elbows on the bed to give myself leverage to press his hips against the mattress. His eyelids fluttered and he gasped.
“That’s… that’s not fair,” he grumbled.
“It isn’t?” I said in feigned surprise. “Funny, I don’t recall ever mentioning being fair, only informing you that you need to obey. Be my good boy, Max.”
He shivered underneath me. The faces he made were adorable and pained. He tried to rub against me, but I was pressed flush with him and there wasn’t a lot of room for him to work. He strained and squirmed and gasped, nudging his face tightly to my shoulder as he trembled. He tilted his head back and offered his lips, whining pitifully. I kissed him and toyed with his tongue, sucking on the tip, and he arched hard against me, body taut. I pulled away and whispered in his ear, “Come for me, Max. Be Daddy’s good boy.”
He nodded and panted as he rocked his body rhythmically against mine, eyes squeezed shut. His hips stuttered, and then he arched upward, lifting me a few inches. I wasn’t entirely surprised I was getting hard again. Everything about him underneath me was fucking inspiring.
“Come for Daddy, boy. Do it,” I encouraged as I went up a little on my knees and rubbed myself against the soft cotton of his underwear.Fuck, I wasn’t going to ask him to call me Daddy.But it felt so right. I slipped two fingers between his open lips and fucked his mouth until they were wet. He sucked for a second, but I was already pulling away. I snaked my hand between us and clamped his nipple between my wet fingers to pinch and tease it.
His eyes went wide and he cried out, shuddering underneath me; I was pretty sure he was coming. His cheeks were tinged pink with the adrenaline from his release and sweat gleamed on his forehead, which stained the hair at his temples dark. Carefully, I lowered myself down to rest my weight on him again, and he didn’t complain.
