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I massaged it through his hair, and after I rinsed it, grabbed the bottle of matching body wash.
“Mine,” I murmured again, loving the way Dashiell let me gently manhandle him as I moved his body around like a doll, carefully washing every inch. He was small and slim and lightly muscled, with just a few soft hairs ringing his wide, pink nipples and a tempting little happy trail leading down to his cage.
“How does it feel?” I asked, taking care to wash it… thoroughly. And watching his cock try—again—to swell past the limits of the tight-fitting bars started to inspire my own. Hell, everything about touching this boy inspired my own. If I’d been a decade younger, I’d have been hard again already.
He looked up at me with his pupils blown to answer me. “Like I’m yours.”
I groaned, my refractory period shortening by the moment. “Turn around, baby,” I said, guiding his hands to the wall underneath the shower head so he could brace himself. “Let me make sure you’re thoroughly clean everywhere, now.”
I ran my hands down his sides, slick from the water that cascaded down his spine, then spread his cheeks apart, exposing the little hole he’d told me was completely untouched.
“Green,” he blurted, keeping his palms flat against the wall but twisting around to give me one of his eager and breathless looks. “Um, in case you wanted to… to do anything back there?”
I ran my thumb over his tight little pucker, getting the most beautiful sound out of him. “Is that your way of asking me to do something back here, sweetheart?”
“If… if you want to,” he said, spreading his legs a little wider and pushing his tight little ass out toward me. “You’re in charge, Daddy.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I most definitely was in charge… and yet this sweet boy had all the power.
When it came to my heart, I was starting to think he had from the start. And, just like Jackie kept teasing me about, quite possibly always would.
“Do you like how this feels, baby?” I asked, squirting a little more of the sweet-smelling conditioner onto my fingers and circling his hole with them. “Do you like knowing Daddy’s going to open you up for the first time?”
The only answer I got was a series of pretty little sounds that made my cock start to rise as I tapped on it, then gently pushed inside.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I said as the impossibly tight heat gripped my finger like a hungry glove. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I pulled back out and added more of the slick conditioner, then probed inside him with short, shallow thrusts. Working him open. Stretching him carefully. Learning the shape of him, inside and out, as I searched for the spot that would make him—
“Daddy.”
I grinned, my cock making a rapid recovery as he dropped his head forward, his slim shoulders heaving as he panted and whined and whispered filthy little pleas that I was more than happy to work with, tagging his prostate over and over until he was shaking so hard I worried he would slip on the slick shower floor.
“Your ass was made to be filled up like this, pretty baby,” I said, two fingers buried inside him and my other hand filled with that hot little cock cage he was taking to so well. “I love that you saved it for me, that you’re letting me have my way and have all of you.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he whispered like he’d forgotten to say anything else, the little crack in his voice telling me for sure that that hair-trigger of his would have already gone off ten times over if I hadn’t taken measures to draw this out.
But as satisfying as it was to see him start to fall apart, I needed more.
I slid my fingers out of his tight little channel, drinking in the needy whimper like it was wine, and turned off the water. “Come on, sweetheart. I want you on the bed.”
I didn’t dry him off. The house was warm and the glittering water droplets clinging to his skin were enchanting. I wanted to lick every one of them off… and, quite frankly, I was too impatient to fuck around with a towel, or let anything else stand between this beautiful boy and all the things I wanted to do to him.
“Daddy?” he asked as I urged him onto the bed, twisting around to look back at me when I positioned him on his hands and knees. “Are you… are you going to fuck me now?”
My cock throbbed, his eager question making the shaft swell even more, and I grabbed it, squeezing hard, as I searched for a level of restraint I hadn’t had to worry about in years. Fuck, in decades.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, deep and raw, until you’re filled so full of my cum that it runs down your thighs,” I told him sincerely, “but sweetheart, you’re not ready for that yet.”
As expected, he instantly turned into a wiggling mass of pure desperation. “I am! I am, Daddy. Please. I want your cock. I’ve been dreaming of it. I—”
“Shh, baby,” I cut him off, smoothing a hand down the gentle curve of his flank. “I’ll take care of you. Do you remember who’s in charge?”
He flushed. “Sorry, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. I know. I just, I want… I want everything.”
I palmed his ass with both hands, kneading lightly, then pulled them apart to expose his softened hole. “Then let’s start with a kiss, okay, sweet boy?”
“Yes, please,” he said breathlessly, the pink on his cheeks intensifying. “I love—um, really like kissing you.”
