Page 32 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
It’s innocent but sexy. He imagines taking it off his boy or pushing it up a little higher so he can touch him intimately.
“Good boy,” he says, and slides his hand down from Samuel’s jaw to his chest, dipping into the neckline to touch his boy’s nipple and then out again, cupping his pec through the material. He brushes his thumb over the pointed bud.
“Daddy, that makes me feel funny,” he whispers, legs shifting on the bed, sliding up a few inches, then back down. Then his knee opens and the gown rises and Bryan can see a hint of red panties, his bulge covered but noticeable. The fabric is thin, and he can see that Samuel is hard, see the rise of his cock through the material.
“Does it? Is it bad, my little prince?”
“No, Daddy. Just… it makes me want touches.”
“Well, that’s what Daddy is for, isn’t it? To touch you and make sure you’re taken care of.”
Sammy nods, blinking at him, and waiting passively.
“Good boy. Let Daddy touch now. What’s down here, baby? Is this where you feel funny?” He asks, and lets his hand go down, gently touching the shaft of Samuel’s cock.
He writhes and whimpers, turns his head on the bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Yes, Daddy. Right there. But I… I don’t think you should touch it.”
“Why not?”
“Isn’t it bad? You told me I’d be punished if I made a mess in my panties again. It feels too good when you touch me there, Daddy.”
“I bet it does. But it’s just our little secret, isn’t it? And you can try not to make a mess, can’t you?”
“I don’t know,” he whispers and bites his lip hard as Bryan cups him more firmly, brushes his thumb over the head of his cock.“What if I can’t help it, Daddy?” His lower lip wobbles.
“You’re very hard, pumpkin. Daddy better take a look,” he says, and drags the nightgown up, getting a good look at what Samuel put on for him. Women’s panties, Christmas red, cotton, and with a delicate ribbon trim. A tiny little bow at the top, and the head of his cock straining against the top of the waistband.And of course the front is damp.
“Oh dear. There it is. You did make a little mess, didn’t you?” He pushes down on Samuel’s hips and spreads his fingers wide, brushes his thumbs all along Samuel’s cock, smoothing the material up and down, framing him. The wetness grows. “You’re still making a mess. What a naughty boy you are.”
“Daddy!” He cries and sits up. He throws his arms around Bryan’s neck, and presses kisses to his neck. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good, Daddy. You don’t have to spank me. Please, don’t spank me!”
He reaches around and slips his hand under Samuel, squeezing his ass cheek hard. “This pretty bottom sure feels like it needs a spanking. But maybe Daddy could spank you less thanyou deserve, huh? If you’re very, very good for me. How do you make it up to Daddy when you’ve been naughty?”
“I don’t know,” he whispers, looking up at Bryan through damp lashes.
“Pumpkin. Are you getting ready to cry? Daddy hasn’t even spanked you yet.” He laughs. And then he’s groping his boy’s cock, hand between his legs as he caresses and squeezes. Samuel trembles and rocks into the touch, smooth legs closing on his hand. He whimpers and holds on tighter, offering his mouth for a kiss.
“Good boy. This is a very juicy little place, pumpkin. You’re making such a mess, aren’t you? And you’re so hard. What a hard little prick. Naughty, slutty little boy,” he growls and spanks the boy’s cock with two fingers.
Samuel cries out, and then he’s coming, body shuddering, wetness spreading all over his panties.
“You naughty little thing,” He growls and hauls Samuel forward, face down onto his lap. Samuel goes with a shocked gasp, instantly humping against Bryan’s clothed leg, still coming.
Bryan yanks his panties down, and that must scrape against Samuel’s cock because he yells and grinds down desperately, thrusting roughly against Bryan’s thigh.
“Slutty little boy, what did Daddy say? What did I promise to give you, huh?”
“Until I break, Daddy. Then you’ll have to be in my hole, but it’s going to hurt, Daddy. Please, don’t!”
“Oh, pumpkin. It’s not a bad hurt, is it?” He asks, and he feels crazed, like a man possessed, needing in a way he hasn’t ever felt before. He goes straight for Samuel’s hole, spreading his pale cheeks and peering at the tight little ring, any reservations he had about anal play or anal sex evaporating the moment he seeshow beautiful Samuel’s hole is. How tight and flushed and pink, glistening with lube.
“You’re wet here, too, pumpkin.”
“Daddy? I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away. I wanted to be ready for you. To prove I could be good.”
He grunts and squeezes Samuel’s cheeks, spanks him a few times just to hear the sound and get an idea of how it will feel. His own cock is so hard it must be purple and his underwear is damp from where he’s leaking pre-come, too.
“Daddy’s gonna fill this tight little hole up once you’ve had your spanking. Don’t you doubt it. Fuck, what a pretty sight. How tight you are, honey? Tight and hot and wanting Daddy’s touch.” He brushes his thumb over the boy’s ring, using his palm to keep the boy exposed. He presses his thumb in and watches raptly as it sinks in, swallowed right up.
