His hands begin to move.
They roam—slow, deliberate. Squeezing my pecs, thumbs brushing my nipples until they pebble again. Down my stomach. Between my legs. His hands begin to massage my shaft from the bottom to the top and back again. Over and over, slow and steady, doing it just right and making me feel hotter and hotter with every touch.
I arch. Moan softly.
He kisses the side of my neck. “On all fours and bend over.”
I do—awkward in the small tub, but we manage. With my ass on display, Ivan leans forward and parts my cheeks and begins to flick his tongue over my wet, hot ass hole. Every flick and swirl makes me whimper in sheer delight.
This Daddy knows what he’s doing. And I’m all there for it.
I feel him squirt some shower gel over my ass hole and gasp as the minty sensation makes my back arch and present my tight ass hole for Ivan.
But Daddy wants to do it his way…
“On me,” Ivan grunts, his cock looking intimidatingly big but a challenge I want to rise to.
I turn and straddle his lap, knees braced on either side of his hips. I let out a nervous giggle as water sloshes over the edge.
He grips my waist, lifts me slightly, guides me down onto him.
Slow.
Inch by inch.
Until he’s buried deep.
We both groan as my little ass accommodates Ivan’s thunderously masculine cock all the way to the bottom of his thick shaft.
I start to move—small movements at first, then longer bounces. He meets me thrust for thrust, hands roaming my back, my ass, my waist. The water makes everything slick, slippery, intimate.
The rhythm builds and Ivan’s thrusts make my cheeks wobble and crash together. He’s going hard, not holding anything back, and I’m taking it all. His cock is so thick, hard, and he knows how to use it too.
“What do you want, boy?” Ivan grunts.
I moan louder and tell him I want everything he’s got.
Faster.
Harder.
I brace my hands on his shoulders. He grips my hips, helping me ride him.
The pressure coils tight—low in my belly, in my tight balls and bouncing cock,everywhere.
“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes and feeling all of Ivan inside me. “That’s… so… good, Daddy.”
When I climax it’s sudden, shattering. I cry out—his name, a broken sob—my head thrown back, body convulsing around him as my dick shoots wave after wave of cum into the sloshing bathwater.
Ivan follows seconds later, hips jerking, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as he empties everything inside me.
We stay locked together, panting, trembling, water cooling around us.
I rest my forehead against his.
“Daddy… I really have feelings for you,” I whisper. “Big ones. Scary ones.”
He exhales shakily.
