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He shook his head, and I could see his breathing start to pick up. “No. Just the Unicorn.”

I chuckled, placing my clean left hand on his cheek. Unable to help myself, I leaned down and pressed a kiss to its lightly hairy surface. “God, your ass is amazing. I’m eating you out tomorrow after we shower, okay?”

“Fuck, Tristan, I . . . you’re gonna make me come before you’re even inside me.”

Smirking, I dropped a little more lube onto my fingers. Could never have enough lube for his first time. “Then I say we get this started. Take a few breaths for me.”

He inhaled, and I caressed his puckered hole for a moment. He exhaled, but I wasn’t in a hurry. I simply rubbed the sensitive nerves around his hole, feeling him tremble beneath my fingertips.

When he breathed out a second time, I pressed the tip of my index finger inside him. He tensed instinctively, but soon I felt him relax, and I slipped in past the tight ring of muscle.

Soon, I had three fingers inside him, and I was pumping them in and out of him, only grazing his prostate on every third stroke so he didn’t come too soon. But given the way his body was shaking, I suspected he was already fighting to hold back an orgasm.

It was time to fuck him.

“Okay, baby,” I said, talking him through what was coming as I’d been doing all along. I sensed he needed it. “I think you’re ready for me.”

After I pulled my fingers out of his sexy asshole, reveling in the shudder that went through him as he was emptied out, I opened and slipped on a condom. Coating myself with lube, I moved into position behind him and lined my dick up with his prepped hole.

“Deep breath, Daddy,” I coached, despite knowing he probably knew what he was doing. I just relished treating him like this was his first time. Because in a very real way, it was.

On his exhale, I pressed my sheathed dick against his puckered hole. It had been so long since I’d topped that I’d forgotten how forceful I needed that initial drive to be, so I gritted my teeth and pushed a little harder.

After an endless moment, his hole gave way, and the tip of my dick slipped inside. His ass flexed, his hole clenching around the intrusion, and I almost lost it right then. Holy fucking shit, I’d forgotten how good this was, too. Though, to tell the truth, it had never been this good. It felt this amazing because it was Henry.

I stilled once the head of my dick was inside him, wanting to check in. “You okay, Daddy?”

He just nodded, and I could hear his breaths coming rapidly.

“I need your words, Henry.”

I didn’t know where the command came from, and it was such a Daddy thing to say, but Henry seemed to eat it right up. “I’m okay, Angel Daddy.”

Shit. “Ready for more?”

His entire body shook as he nodded more vigorously. “Fuck me, Tris. Goddammit, fuck me hard.”

With no preamble, I shoved in, sinking fully inside him with one thrust. He cried out, and I could hear the ecstasy in his voice. I moaned my agreement.

“Fuck. Me. Tris,” he commanded, and I pulled back then started a punishing rhythm that had me seeing stars. I was the Top tonight, his Angel Daddy, but he was still my Daddy, too, and I would do as he commanded. It should’ve been confusing, I supposed, but our roles were already clear in my head. We flexed and shifted as the mood or situation called for it, and it was giving me life.

When we were done here—and maybe after some rest—we’d talk more about it. But for now, I would stay in the moment. Stay here with my Daddy, the man who’d let me take his ass virginity.

I grinned as I railed him, drilling him into the mattress. He was going to feel me tomorrow, and I wanted to be here for that. I wanted to be here for all of it.

Henry moaned beneath me, which I cut off with another hard thrust to the hilt. He cried out as my balls slapped his, and I picked up speed, nailing his prostate with every pass this time. I could tell because his cries got louder, higher-pitched, more desperate, and his energy fucking glowed with every hit.

Another few thrusts, and I felt his insides clenching and releasing around my sheathed dick. I reached under him for that massive cock, jacking the shaft in time with my thrusts. My hand didn’t make it all the way around—not even close—but as Henry’s ass clenched hard and I felt his balls draw up, I knew it didn’t matter. I was making my Daddy come.

Henry bellowed as he pulsed in my hand and his ass squeezed the life out of my cock. Cum shot from him, spraying all over the comforter, and the feeling of him fluttering around my shaft yanked my orgasm from somewhere deep inside me. I screamed as I unloaded into the condom, his ass still coaxing cum from my dick.

We kept coming longer than I’d thought humanly possible, but all too soon, we were both spent and gasping. I pulled out enough to let Henry collapse beside the mess we’d made, and I fell to his other side, spooning his back. The likely leaking condom was probably making a mess of his ass cheeks, but I didn’t care.

“Let me catch my breath, Daddy,” I gasped out, trying to get my heart to stop racing. “I’ll clean us up in a minute.”

He was breathing hard in front of me, and he sounded winded when he spoke. “Isn’t that your Daddy’s job?”

I kissed his shoulder. “Not tonight. Top is on clean-up duty; everybody knows that.”