Page 39 of Master Daddy

I lick and suck his shaft and head with slow, deliberate strokes, two wet fingers playing with his ass at the same time, finding that spot that makes his thighs shake.

“Mason… Daddy… mmmmph…” Luke’s hands fist in my hair as he groans in pleasure, back bowing off the bed, my name falling from his lips like a prayer.

I don’t stop until he’s trembling and close to orgasm. Only then do I rise up, work some lube over his wet ass hole, and notch the head of my cock at his entrance, and then sink into him in one long, deep thrust.

“Fuck, Luke,” I groan. He’s tight, lubed, ready to take me.

The boy is gripping me like he was made for this. For me. For us.

I hook his legs way back toward his head and we move together like we’ve done this a hundred times and still the first time all at once. I keep my pace steady at first, deep and thrusting, watching his face the whole time.

Luke’s eyes flutter open and lock on mine, full of trust and heat and something deeper that makes my chest ache. I lean down, kissing him as I begin to work harder, swallowing his moans.

I feel his orgasm building inside him. I reach between us, my hand around his neck while I drive into him harder. “Come for me, boy. Let me feel it.”

With that, Luke shatters around me with a cry, his cock pulsing hard and fast. The sensation and sight of Luke’s cock shooting its plentiful load onto both of us drags me right over the edge.

I bury myself deep and come hard, growling his name as pleasure barrels through me. I keep moving through it, drawing out every last wave until the boy is trembling and whimpering beneath me.

We collapse together, sweaty and spent.

I roll to the side and pull him into my chest, wrapping my arms around him like I’ll never let go. Luke’s head tucks perfectly under my chin. I stroke his hair, his back, pressing lazy kisses to his forehead while our breathing slows.

“You’re mine,” I murmur into his hair. “All mine.”

Luke snuggles closer, one leg thrown over mine. “And you’re mine, Daddy. So don’t you ever forget it!”

“Ha, I won’t,” I answer, Luke’s sass never far away.

We fall asleep like that… tangled, warm, and closer than we’ve ever been.

* * *

“Up,” I say, my voice a little hazy.

“Already?” Luke answers, a cheeriness in his voice despite the fact he’d clearly rather stay in bed. “Naaawww.”

Morning has definitely come too soon, sunlight streaming through the big windows. We drag ourselves out of bed with matching lazy smiles. Quick showers, then downstairs for a fast breakfast—big bowls of cereal with extra milk for carbs before training.

Luke looks adorable in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my sweatpants rolled at the waist, hair messy, cheeks still flushed with memories from last night.

With breakfast inside us, we’re out the door in record time, climbing into the truck with gym bags. I’m already thinking about spotting my strong boy on the bench, pushing him a little harder today, when the engine sputters halfway down the forest road.

“Shit.” The truck coughs once, twice, then dies completely. “You must be fucking kidding me right now. Gaaargh.”

“Ooops,” Luke giggles, evidently seeing the funny side of thing.

I don’t panic. I slow down a touch and then begin to cruise. We coast to a stop on a wide pull-off overlooking the lake and the waterfall cascading down the opposite ridge.

I check the gauge. Empty.

“Goddamn it. I was supposed to fill up yesterday.”

Luke starts laughing once more, bright, unrestrained giggles that fill the cab.

“Of all the days…” Luke says, slapping his hand on his thigh and seemingly able to brush this off as nothing but one of life’s curveballs. “Looks like I won’t be lifting any weights anytime soon…”

I rub my face, frustrated but already softening at the sound of his laugh. “We can call someone, but it’ll be a bit.”