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He sighed as my fingers slid free, then he chuckled breathlessly. “Not perfect, just horny.” He fluttered his eyelashes. “Gonna fuck me now, Daddy?”

I growled at him, leaning in for a quick kiss. I allowed only the briefest of touches before I shifted back on my knees and reached for the condom. I quickly tore it open, slid it on, and coated my sheathed dick with lube. Butterflies erupted in my gut at the sensation. “Of course, baby. Your wish is my command.” Then I caught his gaze, my expression stern. “If you need to stop, you tell me immediately, okay?”

He nodded once, and with that, I lined my cock up with his stretched hole and pressed forward.

We gasped at the same time, our eyes locked as my tip slipped inside him. At another nod, nearly imperceptible this time, I pushed until his rim closed around my wide shaft just below my head then paused to let him adjust to my girth. I would stop if he showed any sign of pain, but I doubted Tristan would have any trouble tonight. I’d seen for myself that his ass was made to take my cock, just like he’d said.

Tris was breathing hard when he begged “More, Daddy,” and my chest heaved in response as I slid my length further inside. My boy started to moan as I kept going, the sound music to my ears as my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Shit, Tristan, you feel so fucking good.”

Tris’s hands released his legs and scrabbled at my biceps, his fingernails scratching the skin. The bite of pain urged me on, and I sped up just a little, fully sheathing my cock in his delectable ass. Before long, I was balls deep in the man I never dreamed I could have, and his moan echoed mine as the feeling of finally coming home overwhelmed me.

I forced back tears, relishing in the fact that I was actually fucking someone, and they were enjoying it. Most tops took this for granted, but sinking into Tris’s warmth—fuck, this was Tris—was literally everything I’d always wanted and never thought I could have.

Unable to keep my lips from him any longer, I dove forward and kissed him. Tris gasped at the new angle and extended his legs to circle my waist as I plunged my tongue inside his mouth. After giving in to my need to taste and explore every inch of him, I pulled away to catch my breath and slowly shifted my hips away from his.

It was time to fuck.

Tristan clutched my upper arms as I slid back, leaving just the tip inside him. My eyes found his in question, and he nodded, so I shoved into him with as much force as I dared, which wasn’t much. I knew I was a lot.

But Tris just arched his back, and I saw his eyelashes flutter from inches away as I slammed home. He started nodding again, a little breathless, so I repeated the motion, just a bit harder this time. I earned another moan from the boy writhing beneath me.

“More, Henry, please. Faster.”

I obeyed his request, fucking into my boy with greater enthusiasm, but I was still holding back. I needed him to know he was safe with me. I needed him to know I cherished him.

“Please, faster!” he begged, a glorious sight, so again, I picked up the pace.

Shit, I’d never been with someone like this. After so many failed and less-than-spectacular attempts at fucking someone I was attracted to—properly, for their enjoyment—watching Tristan take my cock and love it healed a part of me that had been bruised since the moment I’d disappointingly lost my virginity at twenty-three. I hoped to do this early and often. A few times a week, if possible.

Tristan was still moving beneath me, moaning. I could tell every time I nailed his prostate, because his eyes rolled back in his head and his moans turned utterly wanton. I sped up just a little more, wanting to give him the fuck of his life, but apparently it wasn’t quite enough, because in the next second, he growled, “Fuck me, Daddy!”

My boy’s command took over my body, and I unleashed what I’d been holding back my entire adult life. I gave Tristan everything my body had to give, fucked into him until he was shouting my name and gripping my arms so tightly I’d have bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care—I loved it. I’d fucking wear that shit with pride.

“Daddy! Oh god, Daddy, I’m so close. Please, Daddy! Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t, sweet boy,” I gasped back, sweat trailing down my back at the exertion. I could feel my balls tightening as they slapped against his beautiful ass, and my whole body tensed in anticipation, but I needed to get him there first. Though I was experienced in holding back, Tristan was threatening that control.

I hadn’t even had time to reach for his dick when Tristan tensed beneath me, right on the edge, so I breathed a “Come for Daddy” against his lips, locked our mouths together, then slammed home as my own orgasm tore through me, filling the condom inside him. Tris wailed as cum shot from his dick hands-free, and I recovered enough to thrust a few more times, wrenching more cum from his hard cock between us. I felt the warmth of him against my stomach and pressed closer still, lying on top of his writhing body while supporting my weight.

After a moment, he relaxed, tension leaking from every muscle in an instant. I didn’t care about the mess between us as our kisses turned gentle, less urgent, and I tasted this beautiful man while the world came back to us.

After our breathing had returned to normal, Tris pulled away, and his gaze searched mine. “That was fucking awesome.”

I laughed. “Yes, it was.”

His angelic grin lit up my world. “Wanna do it again?”

I huffed out a derisive chuckle. “I’m gonna need a few minutes.”

Tris giggled, squirming beneath me. Regrettably, my softening dick slid out of him.

I reached down to hold the condom in place as I leaned back, kneeling between his legs. Tristan’s cum was tangled in the hair on my torso, and that would get uncomfortable in a minute. “Let me just take care of this.”

After indulging in the sight of a cum-soaked, completely wrecked Tristan lying on my bed for a few moments, his eyes glazed as they stared at me with inexplicable affection, I reluctantly pulled away from his warmth and headed to my bathroom. It was large and over the top, but I didn’t care. I loved long baths in the massive soaking tub on my right, just below the wide windows that continued in here from the bedroom, though the glass in this space was privacy coated. The rest of the room stretched out the width of my bedroom—opposite the stairs that brought us up here—with a corner double vanity near the tub, a walk-in shower with multiple waterfall shower heads and a number of side sprayers across from the entrance, a separate room for the toilet, and ample storage. It was my sanctuary, and I couldn’t wait to share it with Tris.

Who was currently lying on my king-sized bed, covered in evidence of our fuck session. Shit, that was hot.