Page 26 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“I don’t know what that means but I might come if you say it again.”
His Daddy huffs in amusement and then cups his face in his hand, bending down to kiss him, to lick into his mouth. “Fair enough. Now be a good slut for Daddy and earn your toy.”
Samuel moans and has to squeeze his own dick hard so he can get a hint of relief and focus on his Daddy. “I will, Daddy. I’ll be so good for you, I swear.” And then he proves it, taking him as deep as he can and staying there, letting his throat flutter, lodging the head so deep he chokes. All the tricks, everything he’s learned, he's determined to do and make this perfect.
“Shit, I’m going to come. Sweet boy, you’re doing so well, aren’t you? Ready to swallow, sweetheart?” He grunts and shoves deep, his hand flexes, and his hair is pulled tightly in his Daddy’s fist, as if he can’t help it, is so lost to pleasure he isn’t thinking about Samuel at all, and that hits some greedy part of his soul like heroin. His Daddy comes, pumping come straight down Samuel’s throat. He looks up, watches the strain and need on his Daddy’s handsome face, and then the relief as he finishes.
Samuel pulls off and swallows every drop, licking his lips to make sure he didn’t miss any. He pushes up to his knees and reaches into the drawer for his toy. He presses it to his chest, holding it in his arms.
His first gift from his Daddy. A toy he earned. His cock throbs, balls aching with the need to come. He whimpers and puts a hand down, squeezing himself through his briefs.
“Come sit on my lap, pumpkin.” He sounds dazed, still breathing harshly.
Samuel gets to his feet. He has to hold his pants up. He looks at his Daddy’s lap.
“Get a tissue first. I don’t want you to make a mess on our pants.”
Samuel grabs two tissues and puts them in his Daddy’s outstretched hand. His pants start to fall as he takes a step to sit on his Daddy’s lap. He tucks his face into his Daddy’s neck, and his hand rises, thumb out and mouth open. He catches himself at the last moment, squeezes his hand into a fist so he doesn’t suck his thumb.
“Go on, honey. Daddy knows you like to suck. Put that thumb in your mouth. It’s good practice, isn’t it?”
He obeys and moans quietly, shocked at how good Mr. Demarco is at all of this. A natural. He’s always been smart, a quick learner, decisive, but this is more than Samuel ever dared hope.
“What’s this, baby? Is your little prick hard?”
“Prick?” He repeats, mumbling around his thumb as he looks up at his Daddy’s face. He could stay here forever, he thinks.
“Well, it isn’t a cock, is it? It isn’t like mine.”
Samuel shudders and presses his face back into his Daddy’s neck. “No, Daddy. It isn’t anything like yours.”
“Let’s see my boy’s prick. Don’t you want to show it to me?”
He gasps. “Can I… Daddy, can I pretend I don’t want to?”
“Are you shy?” He asks, voice dark and dirty. It makes his cock pulse with the need to come.
“Yes, Daddy. I don’t think I’m supposed to show it to you.”
“Who else would you show it to, baby? Of course you can. Do you want it to be our secret?”
Samuel moans, and his Daddy slips his hand into his briefs, squeezes his cock, and tugs on it gently.
“Feels good, Daddy.”
“Does it? Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Pretty manners. Do you want me to make you feel really good?”
“So good I make a mess?” he asks, and realizes his voice sounds off. He sucks on his thumb harder and whimpers with each stroke of his Daddy’s big hand.
“Yeah, pumpkin. Til you make a mess. What do you think? I think you’re getting close. It’ll be our secret, won’t it? Good boys need their pricks rubbed sometimes, that’s all. And you’re lucky to have a Daddy who wants to take care of you. That’s why youput your mouth on Daddy’s cock and swallow his special fluid, isn’t it?”
He struggles not to come, horribly aroused by how filthy his Daddy is.
“Poor boy. You look sore.”
