"Who are you talking with?" Daddy asks.
I jump in my seat because I should have noticed he'd walked into the living room. Am I getting too comfortable in Daddy's home?
"I'm talking with my best friend. Fluffy."
"Fluffy?" Daddy arches a brow as he comes and sits next to me on the couch.
"Yes. It's my nickname for him."
"Where did you two meet?"
Well, that's a question I can't answer honestly. I can't exactly tell him the murderous truth behind our meeting.
I bite my lip because I don't want to lie to him, but I also can't tell the truth.
"You don't need to tell me," Daddy hurries to say.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you. It's just that I can't. Not right now at least."
He stares at me, probably trying to read me, then he nods and pulls me into his arms.
"It's okay. I'm sure the day will come when you'll trust me fully. I realize we're still new to this and we'll take it one step at a time."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Always, boy." He kisses my forehead. "What do you want to do now?"
"I was thinking about a shower before we watch a movie?"
"I'm up for that."
Daddy trails a kiss down my neck, and I arch toward his body, needing more of those kisses, but he just chuckles and pulls me up and toward the bathroom.
Taking a shower with my Daddy is paradise and hell. He never allowed us to go further than just washing each other, but now,when I'm fully recovered, I'm not letting him step out of that bathroom before I taste his cum or have it dripping from my hole.
I love his heated eyes as they track my body while I get rid of my clothes and step into the shower. My cock hardens, and I grab the soap, lathering my body and slowly moving to my dick.
If his eyes were heated before, now they're ready to devour me.
I crook my finger and grin when he steps in the shower with me. With rough hands, he pulls me to him and seals our lips together. There's nothing gentle about the kiss.
It's possessive, claiming, and rough.
Our hands are everywhere, touching every part we can reach. I want to memorize every delicious part of his body. Slowly, our movements turn gentle, like we're savoring this moment.
"Turn around," Daddy whispers in my ear.
I comply.
Daddy can do whatever he wants with my body. It's his.
I moan when I feel a slick finger against my hole. He circles it gently, and I close my eyes as I imagine how his fingers will feel inside me, stretching me, readying me for his cock.
He trails kisses down my neck and shoulder as he thrusts one finger. I'm drunk with lust. All I feel is pleasure as Daddy stretches me slowly with two fingers, and then three.
"Daddy, please," I moan as I thrust back.
Behind me, I hear Daddy opening a condom. I want to feel him bare, but I guess we need to talk about that first.
