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But with the words on the tip of my tongue and him looking all sleep-rumpled and sexy, I didn’t see a reason to keep them in. Maybe I wasn’t ready to shout our relationship from the rooftops, but maybe I could give him this?

Ah, fuck it.

“I love you, Daddy.”

Henry blinked once before a wide smile spread across his face. “I love you, too, Tristan. My sweet boy, I love you so much.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead before planting another kiss on my lips then pulling back to look at me. “Not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”

I grinned back at him, unable to hide my elation. “I’ve known for a while, but you’ve been so worried about Mix It Up and everything, and I didn’t want to distract you.”

“Oh, Tris, if you loving me is a distraction, it’s the best kind. But let me assure you, your love is not a distraction—it’s the whole point of everything.”

My face heated a bit at his words, warmth suffusing my entire body. “That might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

His smile grew impossibly wider. “You deserve it and more.” Then his eyebrows wiggled playfully. “Care to show me how much you appreciated it?”

“Absolutely.” I laughed, nodding, then pressed a finger against his lips. “But hold that thought.” I leapt from the bed and ran into the bathroom, hurriedly squeezing toothpaste onto my brush and shoving it in my mouth as Henry’s loud laughter reached my ears. He joined me less than a minute later, slipping into the toilet room before we swapped places.

I washed my hands as Henry finished brushing his teeth, and I was drying them on my towel—I had my own designated towel here, which pleased me immensely—while he wiped his mouth with his own. We hung them on the same rack when we were done, side by side, and the feeling of home that wrought made me smile.

Then we headed out of the room.

I nodded toward the bed as soon as it was in view. “On your back, Daddy. Time for me to show you just how much I appreciate you.”

Once he’d settled in, hands behind his head like a goddamn king who expected to be pleasured, I climbed between his legs.

Reaching for his semi-hard cock, I wrapped my hand around it to help encourage it to full hardness and smirked up at him. “You definitely deserve a reward for being such an amazing boyfriend—and such an incredible Daddy.” Dribbling a bit of spit over his dick, I stroked him languidly, loving the feel of him growing beneath my hand. I couldn’t even fit my entire hand around his girth when he was fully hard, and I lived for the feeling of choking on his massive cock. I’d gotten quite good at taking him down my throat in the past few months, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

When he was fully erect, I settled in, leaning forward until my mouth closed around the tip of his cock—his mushroom head alone filled my mouth entirely. We’d made love in a variety of ways since our relationship first started, and we often indulged in our kinks, but today, I just wanted it to be simple. Just us. Just a man in love enjoying his partner’s body.

Opening my jaw, I slipped more of him into my mouth. He was so large that I couldn’t fit him inside my mouth to the base, but I’d gotten closer over the past couple of weeks. As he slid into my throat and I swallowed around him, his hands fisted the bedsheets on either side of his hips. Instead of pulling off to talk, I reached for both of his hands and placed them on my head, encouraging him to take charge.

I loved when he took what he wanted.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks at the assault on my throat by the time Henry’s cock got impossibly thicker and he shot his cum inside me. I pulled back quickly, eager to taste him on my tongue. Thankfully, my man always had a lot of cum. As his balls emptied, my mouth filled, and I swallowed every last drop while he moaned above me.

God, I loved this man.

I popped off him when his hands loosened their grip in my mess of curls and found his gaze. His half-lidded eyes stared back at me with all his love for me shining in them. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this man, but I would do whatever I could to keep him.

Henry patted his pecs. “Come up here.”

I started to climb forward, thinking he wanted my dick in his mouth, but he shook his head.

“Turn around.”

Oh, fuck. I flipped around, straddling his chest backward and presenting him with my ass. Once I was in place, he grabbed my hips roughly, yanking me back to his mouth. I screamed as he devoured my hole, opening me up so his tongue could delve inside.

I rode his face as he ate my ass until I felt my orgasm building. Somehow, my Daddy could tell I was close, and he released one of my hips to reach for my hard-as-steel dick. A few strokes later, I was coming all over his stomach and soft cock with a shout.

Only once I was wrung out did Henry let up on my ass, lavishing impossibly soft and sweet kisses on my hole and both cheeks. When I collapsed forward on my hands, only holding myself up so I didn’t land in my cum, Henry smacked my ass once, making me yelp, and said, “Clean it up.”

Holy shit. I bent forward without complaint, licking my cum from his skin. I cleaned up his hairy belly first, reveling in the perfect blend of flat and cushioned, then sucked the cum that had landed on his groin and soft dick. He squirmed at my tongue against his sensitive cock, but I’d been with him long enough to know he loved the overstimulation. Given that, I focused on the tip of his cock longer than strictly necessary, playing with him until he was moaning and starting to harden again.

Then, like the Devil Daddy I was, I pushed up to sitting, still straddling his chest, then climbed off him and faced his naked, sexy-as-hell body laid out in front of me like a feast. “Shower, Daddy?”

He narrowed his eyes at me playfully, reaching around to smack my ass hard. I jumped, shivering at the feeling. “You’re going to be in big trouble for that, boy.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him as I turned and headed for the bathroom. Before I stepped out of sight, I looked back over my shoulder and raised one corner of my mouth. “Promise?”