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How could I deny my boy when he begged so prettily?

“Okay, baby.” I leaned in, pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks before licking over the base of the plug and up his crease. Tristan moaned and bucked forward as I climbed out of bed, circling it on my way to the bathroom. I glanced over my shoulder just before I walked out of the room. “I’m going to wash up, make sure we do this safely. We have enough lube up here?”

Tristan nodded at me from where he was still on his hands and knees, facing me from this direction.

“Good boy.”

His cheeks flushed from the praise, an adorable look on my normally unabashed boyfriend, as I hurried into the bathroom to wash my hands and scrub up my arms. I wasn’t looking to transmit anything to him that might’ve landed on my forearms during the long shift at work and our evening afterward.

I came out with a large towel for the bed. “Do you need to clean out first?”

Tristan shook his head. “I did that, too, Daddy. I’m ready for you.”

I dropped to the bed beside him, rubbing his delectable bubble butt as I caught his gaze. He was still dutifully on his hands and knees, and I found I loved the position. “You wanted this to happen tonight, didn’t you?”

He nodded, completely unashamed. “After we told everyone, Daddy, I wanted to celebrate. And I figured, what better way to celebrate our ‘coming out,’ so to speak, than to do what we’ve been working toward for over a month?”

He had me there, so I just nodded. “Then let’s get started.”

Chapter forty-seven

Tristan

Shivers wracked my body as my Daddy slowly extracted the wide plug from my stretched hole. I’d wanted to wear it all night, but I was afraid that one of two things would’ve happened: One, I’d be so turned on I’d come in my pants, or two, I’d be so sensitive that getting his fist up there would be impossible and unsafe. An hour with that plug was about as much as I could take.

I moaned as the widest part slid across the rim of my hole. I hadn’t been fucked in over two weeks, though we’d been stretching my hole incrementally every few days. I loved topping Henry, and he nearly begged for it anyway, so our sex life certainly hadn’t been lacking. But tonight, we’d go where neither of us had gone before—he was going to wear me like a puppet.

Fuck.

Once the plug was on the corner of the large towel Henry had laid out beneath us, he caressed one round cheek while placing a soft kiss on the other. Tears welled in my eyes at the sweet gesture, and I was so glad I’d waited to do this with someone I loved, the man who’d stolen my heart and imprinted himself on my soul. I’d considered doing it before, but now had turned out to be the perfect time—I was giving him something I’d never experienced with anyone else.

“Oh, baby, your hole is gaping.” The reverence and awe in his voice was intoxicating, and I moaned again as my ass swayed in front of him.

“Please, Daddy. Please.”

The plug was even wider than Henry’s cock, so he liberally lubed up four fingers, pressed the tips of them together, and pushed them inside me. They slid in with little resistance. I groaned my way through the sensation, knowing it would only get more intense from here but not caring. In fact, I needed it.

This was so goddamn hot.

My Daddy kept his fingers inside me, lightly separating them every few seconds, as my body adjusted to the feel of him, opening up completely. It was apt, I thought. I’d finally let Henry in my heart completely, too.

Minutes passed before I felt something give inside of me. Henry must’ve felt it as well, because a moment later, the slide of his fingers from my ass assaulted my senses. I breathed out as he removed his hand, relaxing my hole to make his exit easier. When he finally popped free, I gasped, sucking in a breath and holding it without meaning to.

“Breathe, baby,” his deep voice soothed, and I did as I was told, turning my head to watch Henry reapply lube to his fingers and spread more on his hand, wrist, and even up his forearm.

God, that fucking addictive forearm was going inside me.

His eyes flicked to mine before he smiled. “Ready?”

Nodding, I turned back to face the headboard so I could focus then took a deep breath. And as I exhaled slowly, Henry slid his thumb in beside his fingers. Like before, his hand slipped inside me up to the top of his palm, but this time, he wasn’t stopping. He paused, though, pressing gently until my body stopped resisting.

I felt the widest part of his hand pass through my ring of muscle as his large fingers dragged across my prostate with so much force, I worried I’d come just from that. My dick had flagged at the almost clinical process, but it was hardening at lightning speed now.

Another push, another bit of resistance falling away, then I felt him slip inside with more ease than I imagined possible. As I held myself up on shaking arms and knees, I realized with a jolt that my rim had closed around his wrist.

Holy fucking shit.

His free hand caressed my ass, and I shivered at the delicate touch. “Baby, you’re doing such a good job. I’m going to spread my fingers now.”