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I take him slower this time, sliding into his ass until I’m buried to the hilt. Milo puffs out a shaky breath, trying his best to hold still, readjusting to the feel of my fat dick.
I can’t help myself, pulling out to repeat the same torturously slow stroke, again and again, the delicious pleasure too good to talk through. I can only moan and groan, refusing to shut my eyes even as his flutter closed. I have to soak up every twitch of his face, and movement of his lips, addicted to the sight of him.
Fingers flex around my forearms, Milo holding onto me for stability. I speed up just a bit, keeping a deep and savoring pace. I won’t be able to last long, the memory of his recent climax still playing on a loop in my head. I’d say Milo is a thing of fantasies, but I’ve never had a dream this good.
My perfect man’s cock slaps against his abs, once again stiff and ready to blow. As I move, I make my deep strokes harder, punctuating them with my pelvis barely brushing his swollen balls.
“How’s that feel, baby? Does it feel like Daddy’s taking real good care of you, hmm?”
“Yess,” he moans, breathing deeply.
“Yeah?” I purr, rolling my hips again. “Open up those pretty eyes for me, love, let me see you.”
When his eyelids lift and I meet those stunning grays, I gather his legs by the backs of his knees, lifting them to sit around my waist.
“I can’t get enough,” he pouts, hands leaning my arms to reach for my chest. “Everything you do feels so good, how does it feel so good, Daddy?”
“Baby,” I grind out, hanging on by a thread. “It feels so good because this is what you were built for. We’re fucking meant to be.”
His body shivers hard and he nods, adamantly agreeing.
Blunt nails dig into my pecs, soft but raspy moans pouring from his pink lips without any way of controlling them.
I don’t have any control left either.
After licking my palm, I fist Milo’s cock, surrounding him with a tight grip, and start to beat him off. “Come for me, baby boy. Show Daddy how good this feels so he can drown your insides with cum and fucking fill you until you’re dripping with it.”
Like a beautiful miracle, he obeys, shouting mumbled nonsense as his cock throbs and spills warm ropes of cum all over my hand. The sight alone would be enough to drive me off the edge, but his hole quivering around me makes it even more impossible to hold back.
An attack of hot pleasure rushes from my scalp to my toes, and I’m lost, all control melting away. Milo’s eyes blaze as my cock jerks inside of him, the warm pressure of my cum surging into his tight ass.
I rock through the most intense bits of my peak, leaning down to seal our lips together. My stomach meets the mess of semen on his, but I don’t give a shit about getting dirty. My back flexes as our tongues dance together, his taste only fueling my love for him.
When my slow strokes come to an end, I pull my lips back, peering into his gray eyes. We haven’t said those three little words yet, but I can’t wait much longer. Milo loves to be cherished, taken care of, and appreciated. I have high hopes that he’ll love being loved too, especially by me.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur, brushing a kiss to the center of his forehead. “I’ll never get enough of you, you know that? I care so fucking much for you, baby.”
There’s no need to hold my breath in case he doesn’t feel the same. His face says it before he does.
Milo blushes as an exhausted smile paints his face. “I care about you too.”
We kiss lazily, absorbing the full moment before I decide I need to get my messy boy cleaned up. If he thinks he isn’t getting pampered after the best fuck of my life and the only almost-love confession I’ve ever made, he’s got another thing coming.
I draw him a bath, filling it with lavender salts and some vanilla soap for bubbles. I leave him in there to soak while I strip the bed and throw the covers into the washer before making it up again with his spare sheets and blankets.
Grabbing a lemon water from his fridge, I bring it with me into the bathroom, making him take a few long sips before joining him.
It’s nice and steamy in here, the warm water relaxing around us. The back of his head rests on my chest, and I start to massage some body wash into his arms and shoulders, my dick twitching with every pleased sound that comes from him in response.
I take care of his hair next, washing and conditioning the soft strands. He’s practically melted against me, too sleepy to do it himself—as if I’d let him.
Eventually, I gently clean between his legs and lift him from the bath, drying him off before carrying him to bed. Finding a soft pair of briefs in his closet, I put them on him and make him finish his water before he can drift off.
When he’s sufficiently taken care of and tucked in, I climb in next to him, forgoing any clothes since his certainly won’t fit. I don’t mind sleeping in the nude, it’ll leave something for him to wake up to.
Epilogue
Milo
