Page 55 of Step Daddy

“Go?”

Kit huffed. “You know.”

“Tell me. Tell me what you need.”

Oh God. Kit closed his eyes, fighting the pictures that were forming in his head. The ones where Daddy held his cock for him, stood behind while helping him aim, telling him what a good job he was doing.

“I…” Kit could barely contain the trembling in his voice. “I want you to help me pee.”

“Want? Or need?”

Kit’s breath hitched. He’d lost his mind. But this wasn’t about thought or logic. This was about them—about him and Daddy.

“Need. I need it, Daddy. Please…”

Gareth nudged Kit’s hands out of the way then wrapped his fingers around Kit’s erection, moving partially behind him as he did. He rested his other hand on Kit’s hip.

“Relax, baby boy. Let Daddy take control.”

Kit fought the compulsion to grab his cock, the muscle memory of handling his own needs for most of his life messing with his head.

Daddy pinched his other ass cheek, harder this time. Kit curled his toes, trying not to jerk around. He was in enough peril as it was. Daddy shook his penis, gently massaging the shaft downward. Once the touch ceased being sexual, Kit’s dick began softening and the pressure in his bladder won out.

The first stream of urine hit the water and that’s all it took for Kit to completely let go. He let his head fall back against Daddy’s shoulder in complete trust, knowing that Daddy was in charge and he didn’t need to worry about a thing.

“That’s my best boy. You did a great job.” Daddy pressed a kiss to his shoulder, gave his dick a small shake then leaned past him to flush. “Let’s get you washed up.”

That was… He wasn’t sure what it was, other than he might want to do it again.

What followed was a shower like no other before. Gareth always thoroughly cleaned him, and they’d gotten each other off once. However, this went beyond that. Instead of a slightly arousing or Daddy-efficient washing, Gareth thoroughly explored Kit’s body. He used fingers, teeth and tongue everywhere, and Kit was on the verge of coming.

Kit braced himself against the tile while Gareth kneeled behind him, his face buried in Kit’s ass. He prodded Kit’s rim with his tongue, so he widened his stance. He understood how careful Gareth was being with him because he’d arrived at Gareth’s door innocent in most ways. But hadn’t they gone beyond that yet? Kit was ready to take his Daddy’s cock inside him, for them to be joined as one.

Kit pushed back against the hardened tip of Gareth’s tongue. He whimpered the moment his hole was pierced, his knees weakening from the onslaught of pleasure. Gareth grasped Kit’s hips, holding him in place as he tongue-fucked his ass. Moaning and whimpering, Kit struggled to move but his Daddy kept him still, forced him to accept the decadent thrill.

Right as Kit’s balls tightened, Gareth abruptly stopped and rose to his feet. Kit stumbled a bit from the shock, but Daddy grabbed him. He angled Kit’s body around so that his back was against the tiles then yanked Kit’s arms above his head. Imprisoning Kit’s wrists with one hand, he squeezed his sac with the other, slowing Kit’s arousal.

Garth kissed him deep and hard, and Kit was once again gripped with the need to feel his Daddy inside him. He broke their connection, gasping for air.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Kit choked out. “Make love to me, Daddy. Make me yours completely.”

Gareth let out a growl then took Kit’s mouth in another bruising kiss. This. This is what he needed. Daddy owning him, controlling him.

As soon as Daddy ended the kiss, he rushed through the task of shutting off the water, helping Kit from the shower then giving him a quick toweling off. Gareth held Kit’s hand as he ushered them to the bed, his fingers trailing up and down Kit’s back, keeping the physical connection alive.

Gareth shoved aside the sheet and comforter then encouraged Kit to lie face down on the bed. He plucked one of the throw pillows from the floor that they always tossed off the bed at night.

“Here, baby. Tuck this under your stomach.”

Kit did as he was told, his mouth going dry as he tracked Gareth’s movements. His Daddy snicked open the small nightstand drawer then removed a condom and packet of lube. The battle between fear and arousal had him all in a jumble again.

Gareth regarded him as he tossed the items onto the bed next to him then sat down. He rubbed Kit’s back with soft circles, his touch filled with affection as opposed to heat.

“I love you, Kit. I need you to know that before we go any further. This isn’t about me wanting to fuck you like I would any boy I brought home or who I hooked up with at the club.” He gave Kit’s neck a light squeeze. “You’re my boy, but not for the night. Not for a few weeks. Not for a while. You’re my boy forever.”

Kit swallowed past a lump in his throat. “I want to be your boy forever, Daddy. I love you, too.”

Gareth’s eyes glimmered and he leaned over for another kiss but, this time, it spoke of a deep love that Kit knew would never end.

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