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“Fuck, Tris—your hole is sucking me in.” His voice was breathy and almost reverent as he pushed deeper. I thought I might split in two from this, but it would be worth it. God, I wanted it. “All my fingers are inside you.”
“Please, Daddy, please,” I whimpered, and he must’ve heard the utter need in my voice, because he pulled out as quickly as was safe. I heard him move around, probably wiping his hand on a towel, then the snick of the lube bottle opening. Had he put on the sleeve already?
I got my answer only a second later. A pink and sparkly translucent enhancer sleeve that would add at least half an inch of girth to Henry’s already massive dick and was lined with a smooth interior designed for the wearer’s pleasure—basically a pleasure sleeve but more rigid—was tossed onto the bed right in front of my eyes. “Think you can take me while I’m wearing that, baby?”
I moaned. “Please, Daddy, I need it so bad.”
Henry’s hand came into view as he snatched the silicone cock extender up. In the next minute, after a liberal application of lube over my opening and presumably his dick, I felt his bulbous head against my stretched hole.
Was I out of my mind? I’d begged for it, still wanted it, but would this break me?
I focused on breathing deeply, bearing down as Henry pushed the head of his cock past my rim. It popped in more abruptly then I’d expected, and I gasped.
Henry grabbed my hips between his large hands and pulled me back on him as he thrust forward with just enough pressure to split me in two without actually hurting me. Soon, I felt the edge of the enhancer against my rim, and I breathed out again as I stretched impossibly wide.
What was I thinking?
Panting, I bore down again, willing Henry’s added girth inside my temperamental but willing hole. And in the next second, I felt something inside me finally give way, and he groaned as he and the sleeve glided all the way to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
“Oh god!” I screamed as he bottomed out, his large balls knocking into my own and causing my head to spin. I was so goddamn full, so stretched, that I wondered if I’d ever recover. At the moment, I didn’t care if I ever did.
Henry pulled out then launched into the most intense assault on my prostate I’d ever experienced, and I didn’t even try to stay quiet. My Daddy got every moan, cry, and shout I possessed as he picked up the pace, fucking me hard and fast. Despite coming less than half an hour ago, I knew I’d be at the edge soon. Given Henry’s sounds, more loud and frantic than I’d ever heard from him, he was close, too.
“Oh fuck, Tris. This feels . . . you feel . . . fuuuuuuuuck!” Henry came with a shout, emptying his balls into my tight channel. He fucked me through it, and seconds later, I came with a blinding flash of light, shooting onto his comforter. I didn’t know I could come so strongly again, but I was so here for it.
And when I came down from my high and our breathing had returned to normal, I felt so fucking worn out that I could barely move. I even collapsed into my cooling puddle of cum without consciously deciding to, which I would’ve avoided at all costs in any other situation.
“Shit, you fucked me senseless,” I said as Henry came back into the room with a couple of wet washcloths. I hadn’t even realized he’d left.
He chuckled as he softly rolled me onto my side so he could clean me and the bed up. The comforter still had a wet spot, of course, but at least it wasn’t coated in sticky cum anymore, and neither was I.
A few minutes later—though it could’ve been hours, because I was practically drifting in and out of consciousness—Henry crawled onto the other side of the bed, sat up against the headboard, and pulled me to him. I snuggled up close, putting my head on his shoulder before wrapping an arm around his torso and a leg around his. He sighed, an utterly content sound, then kissed the top of my head.
“Was that good for you, Daddy?”
I could feel him smile against my hair. “Amazing, baby. I have no words.”
“Good.” I turned my head to find his lips, pressing a quick kiss against them before settling back against his shoulder.
We were quiet for several minutes before Henry responded. “And you? How was that for you, baby?”
I moaned, shifting even closer to him, if that was possible. “Incredible. Unbelievable. Life-changing.”
He pulled back to find my gaze. “Really?”
I nodded, smirking. “Really. I can’t wait until your entire hand disappears inside me.”
“Holy fuck,” he said, almost a prayer.
I couldn’t agree more.
Chapter forty-six
Henry
Late October
Ilightly rubbed over my left pec, a habit I’d developed since getting my Angel Baby tattoo, a single angel’s wing with the word “baby” in script font written after it. Tristan got one just above his left hip bone at the same time I did—his read “Yes, Daddy” in two different fonts. The “Daddy” font matched my “baby,” and I loved that we had this forever connection etched on our skin.
