Page 51 of Awakening His Daddy

He pours me a handful of body wash.

“Make sure you wash good.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I wash and rinse quickly; I don’t want the warm water to run out, and I hold out my hand again.

“Shampoo, be careful not to get it into your eyes.”

“I know.” Only it’s really hard to wash with one hand, and it gets into my eyes right away. “Ouch, ouch, ouch! It’s in my eye, it’s in my eye!”

Joe moves my hands away from my eyes and rubs them with a washcloth while I continue to dance and whine.

“It hurts. It hurts.”

“I know, baby, let me see.”

“Can’t.” I try to peel my eye open, but it won’t. “Can’t.”

“Come here and turn toward the water.” Joe turns me so my body is facing the water, and he moves my face closer to the shower head. “Just open it a tiny bit.”

I do, and the spray bouncing off his palm causes little droplets to filter into my eye and I sigh in relief. It still burns, but not so bad, so I lean back against him and let the warm water wash over me.

Wait?

Joe’s in the shower with me.

Holy shit! Joe’s in the shower with me!

He’s still clothed, though.

“Your clothes are getting soaked. You should take them off.” I try to sound very practical and not like the horny boy I am.

“No point. Since they’re already soaked,” he counters.

I let my head rest on his shoulder with a huff. “Will you condition my hair? Since you’re already soaked.”

“Fine.” He runs the condition through my hair. His strong hands massaging my scalp. “Don’t get any sexy ideas,” he lightly scolds.

Don’t look down then because it’s too late for that.

“Izzy,” he gasps. “What did I just say?”

“It was too late the moment you stepped into the shower,” I reason, and he chuckles.

“You can rinse yourself.”

“Fine,” I huff as he steps out. I turn quickly, hoping he gets an eyeful of my dick. He does, and he licks his lips before closing the shower curtain.

I hear the wet plop of his clothes landing on the floor, and I’m so tempted to look out. I know he’s hard. I felt it when I leaned against him, and he’s hiding a baseball bat in his pants.

“Keep that curtain closed,” he warns gruffly, and it’s almost enough to make me want to disobey just to hear his sexy angry voice.

“Yes, Daddy,” I sass, and there’s a long pause until I turn the water off.

“Maybe we could try?”

“Try what?” I yawn.

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