Page 22 of Brighton

“All right, let’s shower and get ready for bed.” The shower in the bathroom could easily fit four or five people it. There was no issue with Daddy and I standing in there together. It was larger than the one at his house and had dual shower heads ensuring nobody was cold. I stood beneath one, enjoying the hot water as it cascaded over my body, soothing the tensed muscles. Even though I’d relaxed after meeting Laura, I’d held the tension long enough and could use a good massage. Laura was wonderful and I thoroughly enjoyed the great evening with Daddy’s family. In the beginning, I was so nervous I nearly vomited, but I supposed everyone was that way when they met their partner’s family for the first time. It went off without a hitch and I was grateful for that. Daddy soaped up the sponge and began to wash me and I melted into his touch.

“Lean back and I’ll wash your hair.” I loved it when he did this and massaged my scalp. I nearly stomped my foot in a pleased way like Simon did whenever I hit his feel-good spot. Once I was clean, Daddy washed himself and we got out. “Here,” he handed me a warm towel and I rubbed my face on it. “Heated towel rack.”

“I need one of those.” No need to get into my PJs, I had a special Christmas request of Daddy that didn’t require clothes.

“Don’t you want to put on your Christmas PJs, baby boy?” Daddy eyed me curiously. I planned to wear the new matching ones he got us tomorrow.

“Not tonight, Daddy.” I crawled up on the bed and he stalked up behind me. When I turned around, he was right there.

“And why is that?” he replied with a flirty lilt to his voice. My Daddy was no fool, he knew where this was going but he wanted to hear me say the words.

“I wanna ask Daddy for a special gift.”

“Anything, my love. What do you need?”

“I want Daddy to be my one and only. I want Daddy to make love to me tonight.” Daddy’s eyes darkened and he leaned forward and kissed me. Then kissed me again and again, each with more passion than the last. I fell back against the pillows, and his mouth chased mine. My Daddy was a good kisser and I’d fight anyone who told me theirs was better. Daddy was getting all growly which only served to ramp up my desire. I wanted Daddy inside me, filling me. Marking me as his.

“Baby boy, please tell me I can take you bare. I know you’ve never been with another, and it’s been well over a year for me, and I have since been tested. If you say no, I’d understand.” Daddy’s eyes pleaded with mine, though I’d already made up my mind the moment I knew I wanted this.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

Daddy reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lube and scanned the label. I’m guessing to check the expiration date. “Just so you know, there are condoms in here, too. They’re old and I can’t guarantee them, but there are some here if you change your mind.”

“I appreciate that, Daddy, but I want to feel it when you fill me up and mark me and make me yours.” Daddy growled again, low and possessive, and I loved it. I could almost hear the chant in his headmine, mine, mine, mine, mine, and it made me giggle.

“What was that giggle for?”

“Something silly just popped into my head. I like it when you get all growly and I pictured you chantingmine, mine, mine, mine, mine,and then those crazy birds fromFinding Nemopopped into my head,” I giggled again. I’d always enjoyed cartoons when I got a chance to watch them, especially that one.

Daddy smiled. “That is funny. I enjoyed that movie, too, and to be honest when I get all growly as you put it, that’s about what I’m thinking. This beautiful boy who stole my heart and I love more than life itself. This boy is mine, forever.”

Daddy’s words broke me and sent the waterworks flowing. Daddy loved me. “This boy loves his Daddy with all his heart.” Daddy gently glided his fingers through my hair and pressed his lips to mine. It was a solidifying moment, at least to me it was. Sometimes saying I love you was nothing more than words to some, even used as a ploy. But I love you with Daddy were words that were meant and said with feeling, accentuated with a gentle gesture such as Daddy just had.

“Pull your legs back, baby boy, and try to relax.” Daddy kissed me again as I drew my legs up and he positioned himself between them. I was nervous but not as much as I probably should have been. I knew there was going to be pain, I wasn’t a fool. The fact that I was already in my twenties and I still had my V-card made me a lot less nervous and far too anxious to get on with it. I knew Daddy would take care of me and make it all better. He warmed the lube by rubbing his fingers together and took the chill from it then rubbed the tips teasingly along my rim. Awakening the nerves and eliciting desire. Who knew that was possible?

I felt the pressure as his fingertip breached the tight ring. “Push out if you can, my love.” He worked it in and out a few times before the reach deepened. There wasn’t really any pain associated with it, just more of a pressurized discomfort. Now, when he slid the second finger in beside it, that added a zing of pain. Especially once he scissored them. My cock had softened at the intrusion, and Daddy took it in hand and stroked it. I hated to think of it that way, as an intrusion, but given that it was something my body wasn’t used to it really was. I didn’t even own sexy toys and had never played down there. When a third finger was added, that’s when the real pain hit. Daddy took his time ensuring I was well prepared then suddenly, “Oh God. Do that again.” He grazed something inside and that sent sparks throughout my body in a good way. A very good way indeed.

“Welcome to your prostate, my dear boy.” Daddy played with it some more and in no time, I was fully erect.

“D-daddy,” I squirmed and nearly shot. “So close.”

“Do your best to wait for me.” Daddy’s cock pressed against my hole. “Are you ready?”

“Yes. Please,” I all but begged, though I wasn’t beneath doing it if that’s what it took.

I scrunched up my face as the head pushed through, the tinge of pain was tolerable. “Open your eyes, baby boy.” When I did, Daddy stared down at me. “Can you take more, or should I stop?”

“Don’t stop.” Could a human body spontaneously combust? If so, I’d surely do that if he stopped.

“Keep your eyes open.” The entire time, Daddy worked my cock, while I still had a death grip on my legs. “Sweetheart, you are so tight.” Inch my inch Daddy filled me. “I’m in. You can let go of your legs now.”

“Give me a minute.” It took several deep breaths to calm my racing heart, but Daddy didn’t move the entire time. “Okay, I’m good.”

Daddy slid nearly all the way out and pushed back in, increasing his thrusts with each pass. As soon as he hit that spot again, all worry and pain was cast aside, replaced by pleasure as promised. “Yes, right there.” I finally released my legs, but Daddy was right there to grab them and placed them against his chest, never missing a beat.

I went from zero to sixty, back down to zero and right back to gonna blow in no time. How had I waited this long? Focused on a career and getting out of the house, sex had been put on the back burner. Now I had everything and was glad I had waited for the right man to come along. Without warning, my orgasm hit. It wrung me from head to toe. “Fuck,” I muttered. Not being one to curse much, it seemed to be the only word my sex-addled brain remembered. Wait, what was my name again?

“Jesus, baby. Your ass is like a vice around my cock.” Daddy thrust hard and fast, and then called out as I had, “Fuck!” I felt his cock throb inside me as he came. I guess fuck was the one word stuck in both our brains. “Give me a minute to catch my breath and I’ll clean us up.”

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