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“Daddy, fuck, I . . . oh shit, Daddy . . . please, fucking hell . . .god!” I was rambling as Henry tried to suck my soul through the dick that was currently feeding him copious amounts of precum. “How the fuck . . . shit, where . . . why . . .”

Henry must’ve chuckled around my shaft, because a vibration had me seeing stars. I’d never been blown like this before. This was a religious experience. I was communing with the divine.

My balls drew up, and I felt my body tensing in anticipation of release. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut to stave it off a moment longer.

We hadn’t talked about much, but this wasn’t my first scene with a Daddy. I knew enough not to come without permission. “Daddy, I’m so close.”

Instantly, Henry popped off my dick, and its angry red head slapped against my abdomen. Shit, I wanted to come so badly.

“Such a good boy, warning Daddy like that.”

I stared at him over my dick. “I promised I’d be good tonight.”

He smiled. “You did.” He grabbed my cock, straightening it and bringing his mouth to it. He planted a soft kiss on the tip, and despite my body jumping at the touch in that sensitive place, my heart melted at the sweetness of the gesture, so unlike the aggression of just a few moments ago. “You like that, boy?”

I simply nodded, watching him plant a second kiss a little further down, on my shaft.

Then another, further down.

And two more on my balls.

And . . .

“Have you ever had someone eat your ass, Tris?”

I gasped. “No, Daddy.” It was the truth. How the hell did he know I’d always wanted that? I wasn’t inexperienced with sex, but the few guys I would’ve actually let near my asshole had turned out to be, well, assholes. I’d given but never received.

His smile turned downright devilish as he grabbed me under my knees and bent me in half, exposing all of me to him. I blushed at the vulnerable position, but a calm settled over my body. My heart knew I could trust this man. If tonight was all we would have, I wanted to give him everything.

He stared at my hole by the light of the moon, and the affection in his eyes nearly undid me. “I’ve been waiting for this for years.” Then he dove in.

I shouted as he sucked, nipped, and licked at my sensitive hole, and I desperately wanted him to touch my cock so I could explode for him. But he didn’t, and I could already sense I wouldn’t be allowed to do it myself, so I just focused on the feeling of his tongue around me, against me, inside me . . . shit! I was already blissed out before his tongue breeched me, but as he slipped inside, I shouted again, and I was in heaven. How the hell had I made it this long, had sex so many times, and not have someone pay my hole this much affectionate attention?

Henry was perfection as his tongue slipped in and out of me, fucking my hole, loosening it up. If I was a betting man, I’d say he was warming me up for his dick. And that was absolutely fine. Better than fine. I wanted him inside me.

He lifted up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and my cock jumped. Fuck, that was sexy.

“You taste exquisite, boy.”

My entire body warmed at his words, and I lowered my legs to get a little more comfortable, pressing both feet into the mattress. “Thank you, Daddy. For all of that. It felt incredible.”

He grinned, leaning toward the bedside table and pulling lube and a string of condoms—extra extra large, oh fuck—out of the drawer. When he straightened, he was on his knees between my bent legs, and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.”

Chapter eleven

Henry

Tris looked downright angelic splayed out on my bed. The light of the moon from the wall of windows cast the softest of glows over his beautiful features, and I struggled to catch my breath as I tore off one of my ultra-thin XXL condoms from the strip and set it and my bottle of lube beside me. My gaze never left his.

His eyes were wide as he stared back, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed. The unabashed desire in his gaze made my stomach clench. I had no doubt my eyes were communicating the same thing his were: I wanted this beautiful man.

But before we went any further, I needed to share something important. I took a deep breath. “Would you like me to fuck you, Tris?”

His eyes flashed in the near darkness. “Hell yes. Please.”

I smiled, but inside, I was trembling. Here goes nothing. “You may not have noticed, but my dick is, well . . .” I took a breath. This was a major insecurity of mine—I wasn’t too proud to admit that—and my history didn’t exactly scream “this will go well.” I couldn’t help the nerves tangling my stomach into knots. “. . . larger than average.”

The little minx bit his lip and nodded repeatedly. His eyes flickered to my still-covered dick. “I noticed. How about you show me what’s about to tear up my ass?”