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suck you off.”
“Fine—okay.” He nodded and remained close to me as I walked over to the counter. His hands never left me, and I fucking loved it. He wrapped his fingers around my soft cock while I unzipped the toiletry case. “I like touching you, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. I love that you do.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and guided his head to my chest. He knew what to do. He closed his mouth around a nipple and suckled at me, and I hummed in approval.
In the meantime, I dug out my dildo from the bottom of my kit, as well as the suction cup. Both pieces were colorless and transparent, with the dildo made of soft silicone for a more realistic feel. It was my absolute favorite toy, aside from Peyton.
Eyeing the shower, I was pleased to see a built-in bench in there. I had one like it at home, though there was nothing wrong with attaching the toy to the wall. This was, however, easier.
“Mmm, that feels nice.” I kissed the top of his head as he sucked on my other nipple. He had his eyes closed and looked so content to just suck me and play with my cock. It was one of the reasons I wanted to share a bed with him at night. Peyton was obsessed with using his mouth, and I had a cock I wouldn’t mind letting him use as a pacifier. “You have a serious case of oral fixation, did you know that?”
He hummed and swiped his tongue around my nipple.
I shivered at the sparks his dirty ministrations shot through me, and I had to stop him before he made me change my plans yet again. “That’s enough from that sweet little mouth.” I cupped his face and kissed his cheek, lingering a couple seconds, then tilted his head toward the counter. “Look what we’re gonna play with. You take my fingers and tongue so perfectly now that it’s time to use toys.” Three fingers, to be exact. For the past two days, I’d fucked him with three fingers in the shower until he’d pumped his orgasms down my throat.
“Fuck, that’s gonna hurt,” he responded warily. The delightful blush was back on his face, as were the goose bumps across his shoulders.
His body betrayed his fear, and I brushed my fingers along his hard cock. “I think you’ll learn to love it as much as I do.”
He swallowed audibly and flicked me an uncertain glance. “You use this a lot?”
“At home—before I had you.” I nodded. “It made my evening showers a lot more exciting.”
It was sort of sad that it had been one of my personal highlights of the day. Once Julia was asleep, I had my date in the shower.
“That’s hot,” he whispered under his breath, eyeing the dildo.
“I’ll show you when we get home. You can watch me play with myself.” I smoothed back his hair.
He nodded. “I want that, but I’m not sure I’d be able to stay away.”
I smirked softly and rubbed his neck affectionately. “You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to, my darling boy. I own you, remember?”
“Oh my God.” He plastered himself to me and buried his face against my neck. “I want you so much, Daddy.”
I hummed and hugged him to me, then dropped my hand to his delectable buttocks. As I spread his cheeks and teased his hole, I murmured, “And Daddy wants this virgin little ass full of come. Let’s get started.”
“One more inch, Peyton.” I stepped under the hot spray of water and washed away the shampoo in my hair.
My boy was being whiny.
Not only had he used up half a bottle of lube, but he was complaining about pain he was barely feeling. I’d be more inclined to believe him if he weren’t eye-fucking my cock like it was a tall glass of water in the desert. A cock that was thicker than that dildo he was failing to sit on.
“How are you going to handle my cock if you can’t handle the toy?” I asked.
“You’ll make it work,” he said flippantly.
“Oh, I definitely will. But it would be nice to minimize your pain,” I pointed out.
He gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut. With his hands planted firmly on his knees, he tried to lower himself onto the silicone cock that was attached to the marble bench.
“You have to relax, little one.” I turned the shower to the rain setting, then walked over to