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A nervous chuckle sputtered out of me. “Of course.”

I shifted to the end of the bed and stood, pulling down my midnight-blue briefs—the only thing I could manage wearing under my looser pair of leather pants—in one quick motion like I was pulling off a bandage. I supposed, in a metaphorical way, I was.

After Carrie—who’d complained about my size, though I’d never been at my hardest with her—I’d had too many regrettable conversations with potential partners, and I never could predict the outcome. Some flat out said they couldn’t take me once they’d caught a glimpse. Others had shown a little fear but had wanted to try, with only minimal success. And one had been enthusiastic right until I’d pressed the tip against his stretched entrance—he’d noped out so quickly, he was out the door before I’d even gotten off the bed.

Tris did like big dicks, but still.

Because I’d kept my eyes on him the entire time I dragged my briefs down my legs, I didn’t miss the way his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened when I straightened, gleaming at the sight of my thick cock pointing straight at him. It was so heavy that it rarely stood upright, even at my hardest.

And, miraculously, his eyes never showed an ounce of fear. Just pure, unadulterated lust.

My cock jumped under his perusal, and Tris’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. When his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, I knew it was time to step in.

“You don’t have to take this tonight, Tristan. If we need to work up to it”—provided he’d want to do this again—“that’s okay.” As much as I wanted to be inside this boy, I would never hurt him. He’d taken Behemoth like a pro, but I didn’t know what prep work he’d done before the live stream.

Tristan’s curls bobbed atop his head as he shook it. “I can take it, Daddy. I want you to fill me up.” His eyes flickered up to mine as he gave me a smirk that nearly stopped my heart. “I am a size queen, after all. So I suppose you could say you were made for me.”

I chuckled again, more softly this time, desperately wanting that to be true. “And given what I’ve seen, your ass was made for my dick.”

He grinned. “I would agree with that.”

I chuckled aloud, climbing on the bed and crawling toward him. I pushed up to my knees when I was between his legs. “Then I say we get started. Hold yourself open for me, sweet boy?”

Tris complied easily, hooking his hands around the backs of his thighs and pulling his legs open until his knees kissed his shoulders. Jesus, he really was flexible.

I knew a man with a fire like his wouldn’t be this agreeable and submissive all the time, but I didn’t want that, anyway. I wanted a boy who would push back, maybe even order me around from time to time. I thought Tristan might be up for that.

But right now, he’d promised to be good, and I had a job to do. I kissed the back of one silky thigh then the other before settling in front of him. I knew he had an eager hole, and it was likely loosened a bit from my earlier feast, but he’d still need a good amount of prep to take my cock.

I snatched the lube, generously coated my thick fingers—pretty much every part of me was proportionately large—and teased his hole with the tip of my index finger. Tristan let out a satisfying gasp.

After circling his entrance a few times, I paused for a moment to watch his face. “Breathe, baby,” I offered before pressing the tip of my finger against his pretty hole.

Tris exhaled as I entered him, his muscles sucking me in. My finger slid in easily, so I added a second right away. As soon as Tristan felt my second finger against his rim, he breathed out again and bore down.

Two fingers was definitely a tighter fit, but I barely met resistance as his hole welcomed me. Seeing the evidence of Tris’s ability to take larger cocks in person made me ready to sink inside him. Thankfully, my logical brain overrode my primal one, and I refocused my efforts on making sure I could enter his beautiful hole without hurting him.

After a minute or so of leisurely pumping and spreading my fingers to open him up, grazing his prostate by the sounds of his subtle gasps, I drizzled more lube down his crack while my index and middle fingers were still inside him. My ring finger was next, and Tristan bore down again as he accepted my offering.

I had three fingers inside this gorgeous man.

Despite everything I knew about his predilections, it still didn’t take as long as I expected for his hole to be ready for more. I’d rarely used all my fingers at once on my past hookups, as most guys would be tapping out right about now, but something told me Tristan could take it.

“Okay, baby, going for four.”

Tris was already halfway to blissed out, staring at me with heavy-lidded eyes. He moaned, and I sighed along with him as I pressed my final finger into his ass alongside the others.

Jesus, he really was perfect. I’d studied him carefully each time I breached him, and each time, his expression hadn’t alluded to any pain. This time was a little different, but his wince was still minimal. I’d just need to slow down a bit.

“You okay, baby?”

Tristan was breathing hard again, but he nodded. “Yes, Daddy. Better than okay.” He drew a ragged breath. “I knew this would take awhile, and I know you’re doing everything you can to avoid hurting me—which is super sweet of you—but fuck, I’m so goddamn horny. I want your dick in my ass now.”

I opened my fingers like a blooming flower inside him, stretching his hole wider. He gasped when I pressed harder against his prostate, and I smiled. “Are you sure you’re ready, baby? I only want to make you feel good.”

Tristan nodded. “Size queen, remember? I’m well-practiced.”

I smirked as I slowly slid my fingers out, eyes trained on his face for even the smallest indication of pain as his ring of muscle stretched around me. I saw none—just wide-eyed desire. “You really are perfect.”