9. Maximus #2
Courtney looks up at me, uncertainty glistening in her eyes, and for the briefest moment, it hits me how fucking lucky I am.
She’s never touched another man like this, or had anyone touch her.
Knowing I’m the first does stupid things to my heart, but it also awakens some primal need to be the only one who ever sees her like this.
I give her a reassuring smile as she reaches over, her hand shaking as she gently wraps her fist around the base of my shaft. I bite back a groan at the feel of her soft skin against my heated flesh. I have to grip the arms of my chair to keep from grabbing her hair and forcing her onto my dick.
Be patient, arsehole. Give her the time she needs to explore, before you push her limits.
I mean, it’s easy to think it, but it’s much harder to put the thoughts into practice when she’s looking up at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes.
“Don’t be scared, Little Lamb. You can hold me tighter as you stroke.” I wrap my hand around hers, tightening my grip to show her what I mean.
She’s a quick learner, and it doesn’t take long before I’m able to move my hand away from hers. She strokes my length with long, purposeful strokes that drive me crazy.
“Now, use your mouth,” I tell her.
Flush spreads across her cheeks, and she bites her lower lip between her teeth as she gives me a slow nod. I reach over and pull it free, glaring at her as I rub my thumb over her plump lip.
Using her grip on the base, she aims the shaft towards her as she leans forward, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage.
She sticks out her tongue and tentatively swipes it over the tip, gathering up the pre-cum pooling there.
Before slowly flicking her tongue over my piercing, almost like she’s testing what it feels like.
I squeeze the chair arms, willing myself to stay still and not make any noise, as I don’t want to startle my Little Lamb while she’s exploring.
Courtney runs her tongue along the length of my shaft, feeling the pulsating vein along the underside, before dragging her tongue along the top, back towards the head again. She once again circles around my piercing, sending a shiver through me.
Even though her movements are uncertain and inexperienced, the mere feel of her tongue against my velvety flesh gets me more excited than I thought possible. So I know, when she’s more confident, I will be a goner.
“Open your mouth wide and suck on the tip,” I tell her, keeping my eyes on her as she follows my instructions.
She wraps her plump pink lips around the head of my cock, sucking it into her mouth as she swirls her tongue around the tip, causing a moan to rip from my throat. I can feel her smiling as she pulls more of my length into her mouth, sucking and licking as she does.
I give her a few simple tips and pointers along the way, but mostly, Courtney follows her instincts, and fuck, she’s a natural cocksucker. It takes every bit of strength and self-control that I’ve built up over the last twenty years to stop myself from blowing my load in her throat straight away.
I’m not ready for this to be over just yet, particularly when she’s practising seeing how far she can deepthroat me. I love hearing her gag, watching the tears stream down her face as her pretty lips are stretched wide, swallowing my cock.
She’s getting better at breathing through her nose, or holding her breath whilst I choke her with my dick. Her frantic gasps for air when I finally allow her to breathe are like music to my ears.
As she’s gotten more comfortable taking my length, I’ve slowly taken back more of the control I crave. Her hair is gathered tightly into my fist, and I’m using my hold to manipulate her head in any way I want, as I slide my cock deep into her throat.
Before long, she’s able to tolerate me thrusting my hips in slow, purposeful movements, fucking her face in the most domineering way. It won’t be long before I don’t need to hold back, and I can use the brutal pace I enjoy so much, but until then, this is more than enough.
“You’re taking me so well. You’re a natural cocksucker, just like I thought you would be,” I tell her with pride, my body tingling as she chokes on my dick.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says, though I’m barely able to make out the words as she doesn’t fully remove the tip from her mouth.
Just as I’m pressing deep into her throat again, the intercom on my desk buzzes, and the voice of the security guard working the main Mansion gates fills the room.
“Sir, Marcus and Miles are on their way to your office. They say it’s urgent. I told them you were busy and didn’t want to be disturbed, but they insisted.”
I let out a groan, knowing just how persistent my son can be when he wants something.
Courtney pulls my length from her mouth and looks up at me with wide eyes as she frantically tries to get to her feet. I place my hands on her shoulder, keeping my expression stern as I push her back onto her knees.
“Did I tell you that you could get up?”
She shakes her head. “But Miles…”
My smile twists into a devilish smirk as a wicked thought comes to me. “You’d better be quiet and stay hidden, so they don’t catch you.”
Her eyes widen almost comically as she tries to protest, but the glare I send her way is enough to silence her.
“You’re not going to be a bad little whore, are you? If you are, I will make sure you don’t come for a week. Or you can be a good girl for Daddy, and I’ll reward you.”
Although she looks torn, her gaze flicking between me and the door, I can see the moment her submissive side wins out, as she drops her head and her cheeks turn redder than before. “I’ll be good, Daddy,” she mutters.
“Good, now get all the way under the desk. They won’t be able to see you under there.”
I help her shuffle into position, tucked all the way beneath my desk, her legs spread wide to keep her lower on her knees, so her head doesn’t hit the wood above. I move my chair closer, so my legs are on either side of her, putting me in the perfect position.
To anyone else, I look like I’m simply sitting upright at my desk. At the most, they might wonder why I’m not as laid back or relaxed as I normally am, but they’d have to be incredibly observant to notice that, and the boys are definitely not that attentive.
I look down between my legs and find her staring up at me through hooded lashes, the swell of her tits just visible. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.
“Keep sucking me the whole time. If you stop, or they find out you’re here, I’ll spank your arse so hard, it’ll be red for the whole week you’re not allowed to come. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she mutters, her cheeks heating further as she opens her mouth wide and swallows my cock, just as the boys burst through the door.
“Have you forgotten how to knock?” I snap, hoping my voice sounds the same as it normally does. I don’t want them to see how affected I am by the girl pulling my dick into her throat.
Marcus ignores my glare and rolls his eyes at me as he takes a seat in one of the chairs opposite my desk. “We’re in a bit of a rush,” he replies.
Thank fuck for that. The sooner they leave, the sooner I can fill my Little Lamb’s throat with my cum, I think to myself.
“What’s going on?” As I ask the question, I have to force myself to listen to the answer, when all I can focus on is the warm wet mouth enveloping my dick.
The boys take turns explaining that they’ve located Eddie, Bruce’s son, and that they want to grab him before he slips away from them again. Each time my tip hits the back of Courtney’s throat, I grow more frustrated with their long-winded story.
“Well, get on with it, then. Capture him and take him to our usual safehouse,” I snap, gripping the arms of my chair tighter to stop myself from thrusting into her sweet mouth.
“He’s staying in a Santoro dealer’s house,” Miles says, like that’s a good enough explanation for why they haven’t moved on him yet.
I roll my eyes, but I’m not sure if it’s out of exasperation at them, or because of the immense fucking pleasure Courtney is giving me with each suck.
“You’ve already gotten Jacob’s permission to deal with this. If something goes wrong, I’ll smooth it over with Caleb afterwards. Just try to keep unnecessary casualties to a minimum,” I tell them.
“We’ve made Jacob aware,” Marcus adds, somewhat unhelpfully.
I grit my teeth as the overwhelming urge to let out a moan fills me when I look down and see Courtney with my cock deep in her throat as she swallows around me, driving me fucking crazy.
“When you have him, leave him alone overnight, to give him a false sense of security, and then tomorrow, we’ll go in and make him pay.”
I struggle to keep my voice straight as Courtney speeds up, pulling me into her throat as she twists her fist around the base of my shaft, wanking the length that’s not in her mouth.
“Sounds like a plan,” Marcus says, as Miles nods in agreement.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it,” I snap, gesturing towards the door with my head.
Marcus narrows his gaze on me as Miles heads straight for the door. “Did you skip your coffee this morning?” Marcus asks sarcastically.
“Shut the fucking door behind you,” I growl, rolling my eyes when my son simply chuckles as he waves at me from the doorway.
“Have a good day,” he says, sounding obnoxiously cheerful as he slams the door closed .
I count to five in my head, to give them the chance to get far enough away from my door before I let the last of my control slip. I rock my hips rapidly, fucking Courtney’s face roughly as she chokes and splutters on my cock.
Like the good little slut she is, she takes everything I give her, sucking and licking as much as she can as I use her mouth for my own pleasure.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel my balls starting to tingle as they draw tight, my muscles coiling as my orgasm rushes towards me at a rapid pace.
“Fuck, I’m going to come down your throat, Little Lamb. Swallow it all like a good slut,” I tell her, just seconds before I let out a loud roar.
My orgasm hits me like a tonne of bricks, taking my breath away as my cock pulsates, shooting rope after rope of cum down Courtney’s beautiful throat.
I watch her throat bob as she swallows everything I give her, my whole body tingling as she flicks her tongue over my piercing, cleaning up every last drop.
When I finally pull out, I take a moment to really look at the fucking gorgeous girl kneeling before me.
Her eyes are red, and there are tears streaming down her cheeks from where I’ve blocked off her air.
Spittle is dripping down her chin, pooling on her cleavage, as a small trickle of cum oozes from the corner of her mouth.
Her blonde hair is sticking up at all angles from where I’ve had my fist wrapped in it, giving her much more than the standard bed-head look. She looks thoroughly fucked, and I’ve never been more attracted to her.
I reach down and grab hold of her, lifting her as I slide my chair backwards. I stand up and place her on the edge of my desk, before leaning over and running my thumb over her cheeks, wiping away her tears. I use my other thumb to do the same to her lip, cleaning up the last of my cum.
I lean down and press my lips against hers, kissing her passionately.
It’s my way of telling her how fucking proud I am of her.
Not only with how quickly she learnt to take my cock, but that she was willing to follow my instructions and blow me while her brother was in the room.
It was a big step in her handing over her trust to me, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
When I pull back, with a bright smile on my face, I’m a little surprised to see Courtney looking pensive, almost uncertain. I pause, giving her the time to vocalise whatever is bothering her.
Eventually, she lets out a sigh before asking, “Does that mean my stalker threat will be gone by tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I tell her, not able to hide the elation I feel at knowing she’ll be safe after tomorrow.
Her face crumples, and for some reason, she looks sad. My brow furrows as I try to work out why she looks that way, and when I draw a blank, I decide to ask her. “What’s wrong?”
She waves me off, but her expression doesn’t change. “Nothing,” she mutters, dropping her gaze to the floor.
I hook my fingers underneath her chin, lifting her head until she has no choice but to meet my gaze. “Tell me what is wrong.” My tone leaves no room for arguments.
Her voice is barely above a whisper as she admits, “I’m not sure I want to leave.”
My heart speeds up at her confession, my stomach fluttering in a way I very much didn’t expect. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about her leaving once the threat was no longer there, but now that I am thinking about it, I don’t want her to leave either.
“Who said you have to leave?”
There’s a sparkle in her eyes that looks very close to hope, and it does stupid things to my heart. “Miles will…”
Before she can finish her sentence, I silence her with a kiss. When I pull back, I tell her, “Let me worry about that, Little Lamb. You can stay here as long as you’d like. Besides, I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever be done with her, and that’s a really fucking terrifying thought—one that I haven’t had in a very long time.
We reluctantly part ways, leaving me to get on with my afternoon meeting, and all I can think about is how much I desperately don’t want her to leave. To start with, the thought more than scared me, but the more time I’ve spent thinking about it, the more sure I am.
Courtney is slowly worming her way under the walls I’ve had in place for over two decades, but that doesn’t scare me in the way I thought it would. Instead, it brings me a level of peace I didn’t even know I was searching for.
Although there’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work, why we shouldn’t be together, I don’t care about any of them. She makes me forget that every other woman exists, and I only have eyes for her.