Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Andy’s chest swelled against mine as he caught his breath, his heart hammering beneath his ribs. I ran my hands up and down his back until he calmed down. After several minutes, he lifted his head and looked at me with a dreamy, satisfied gaze. “That was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt.”
I brushed a patch of curls off of his sweaty forehead. “Me too.”
His smile slowly faded and he asked, “Have you done that with a lot of boys?”
I can’t say I was surprised by the question; my sweet boy had never had any experience with any man, and he was curious about my past. “That? No.” There was something special about the connection of our most intimate parts, and I never tried it with anyone else.
“But you have had other boys.” It was more of a statement than a question.
While I didn’t want to risk ruining our beautiful moment, I would not lie to my mate. “I have, but please understand; I never felt for them what I feel for you. You are my fated one, the one who holds my heart forever.” When he was quiet for a long stretch, I asked, “Are you upset with me?”
“No,” he finally answered, and I felt like I could breathe again. “You are very old.” I bit my cheek to keep from laughing in surprise, and nodded my agreement. “That is a very long time to be alone, and I’m glad you weren’t lonely. Besides, all of that practice made you the very best Daddy for me.”
“How are you so damn perfect?” I asked, resting my forehead against his.
I kissed his lips and stroked his back as we took slow, deep breaths to come down from the heights of passion. All was quiet until Andy said, “Daddy, I’m sticky.”
“Me too,” I chuckled. “How about you and I take a nice warm shower together?” I would have loved to give him a bath, but something about sitting in a tub of water with our combined cum didn’t seem like the best idea.
“Yes, please.”
Andy gasped in surprise when I scooped him into my arms and carried him into the bathroom. I started the water and undressed us both. This time, Andy didn’t try to cover up his body or blush when I looked at him. He could feel the care in my touch, and my heart swelled at his comfort.
Beneath the hot water, Andy marveled at my tight, toned body, and the way I became hard again when he only looked at me. I couldn’t resist my sexy boy. But, I ignored my body’s response to love on his. I gently scrubbed his skin, washing away the stickiness and making sure he was fully clean.
Afterwards, I dried him with a soft towel and rubbed lotion onto his skin. I was disappointed in myself when I realized I hadn’t bought him any pajamas, but Andy seemed excited about the idea of another clothing shopping trip.
I dressed him in his yellow panties and the purple cotton outfit he picked out earlier. It would be soft and comfortable to sleep in until I could buy him some nighties. The thought alone was enough to make my heart race with anticipation.
When I asked him what he’d like to do, Andy requested to watch a movie together. I made some popcorn and we snuggled beneath the fuzzy blanket our friends bought. But the excitement of the day must have worn my boy out, because he only made it halfway through Aladdin before he was snoozing against me.
I scooped him into my arms again and carried him into the bedroom. I removed his glasses, tucked him beneath the blankets to make sure he was warm, and then cuddled close to him. Even in his sleep, he reached out and rested his hand on my chest to feel me. I kissed his cheek and closed my eyes, grateful for a perfect day with my boy.
Chapter Seven
Tage
“Are you doing okay?” I asked Andy as we walked down the long, gray hallway. He’d asked me to accompany him on his prison visit with his brother Dalton, and he didn’t seem to be his usual, cheery self.
He didn’t look like his usual, cheery self, either. Instead of the sparkling, pretty clothes he’d worn the past couple of days, Andy asked me to dress him in his old sweater and jeans for the visit. He was worried about his brother’s reaction, and it broke my heart.
“I’m okay,” he replied, though his voice was uncertain. “Just a little nervous.”
I squeezed his hand and assured him, “Everything will be fine. Daddy’s right here with you.” He gave me a grateful smile just as the guard opened a heavy metal door and waved us inside a small room.
Andy and I took a seat in two plastic chairs which faced a large window. An empty chair sat on the other side of the glass, and there was a telephone hanging on the wall of each side.