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Simon pulled off my cock with a lewd pop and sat back on his heels. “Are you ready, baby?”

I looked down between us. My legs were spread wide, my cock pink and flushed against my abs. Simon’s cock looked huge compared to mine, and I wondered with some trepidation how he was going to fit that all in.

Simon leaned forward, feathering kisses along my cheeks and neck. “We’ll go slow, Ree. If it gets too much, you tell me.”

I nodded, biting my lip before Simon removed it from between my teeth. “I promise.”

“Okay, baby. Deep breaths, and relax for me.” Simon’s voice flowed through me as he pressed me down into the mattress.

I keened when I felt the blunt head of his dick press against my hole. It didn’t matter that I’d been thoroughly stretched. I was going to feel it, no matter what. I slowly let out my breath and encouraged my body to relax, like Simon had told me to do.

As he breached the outer ring of muscle, my body seemed to fight the intrusion at first, but just below the surface was a desperate, aching need to feel more. Simon kept his pace slow, kissing my neck and shoulders, giving my body time to adjust to his size.

Despite his legs shaking with the desire to thrust forward, Simon held back and watched me closely. He used his arms to push my legs back, and the new angle seemed to open me up enough that he was able to make it past the firm second ring of muscle and, despite the burn, pleasure rocketed through my body. I felt like I was being split in two, but in the best possible way. I reached up and wrapped my arms around Simon’s neck, desperate to touch him. Overwhelmed and undone in the best way imaginable, I rocked my hips experimentally. Simon’s cock slipped deeper inside me, brushing against my prostate. The feeling pulled a loud moan from me.

I wanted to feel that again.

I dropped a hand to my stomach, sure I would feel a bulge where he was inside me. “Fuck me Daddy, please.”

My pleas were cut off by Simon’s lips, hungry and demanding, and his hips rocked, moving deeper. I imagined I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he thrust slowly inside of me.

It wasn’t long before we both were writhing, sweaty messes—who knew sweat could be so sexy? Simon was merciless as he drove me towards orgasm. His hips were moving in a rhythm I had only dreamt about, two lovers so in sync with each other it was impossible to pick where one started and the other ended. Okay, my hopelessly romantic brain may have taken over, but it was still true. One hard thrust had me arching up, and my cock ready to explode.

“Daddy—Daddy, I need to come.”

“Do it, baby. I’ll be right behind you.” Simon panted loudly against my skin. His hand wrapping around my cock had me seeing stars, and he’d only just begun to stroke me when my orgasm slammed into me. My body clenched around him, and he gave a muffled grunt before rocking into me hard with short, uncoordinated thrusts. I wasn’t sure if it was possible, but I swore I could feel him emptying his cock into me. It set my body off, tearing another, weaker orgasm out of me.

It was official. He’d broken me. I could barely coordinate my legs enough to roll away from the damp spot. Thankfully, I had a big strong daddy to do the heavy lifting.

I lay on the bed, covered in come and lube, and thoroughly spent. I’d never felt so good or so connected to another person. I sighed when Simon’s thick finger traced my hole, and let out a squeak when he started to move his finger in and out.

“I don’t think I can go again.” My voice was hoarse like I’d been singing all night, and I suppose in a way I had been—just a lot of Fuck and Yes Daddy instead of my usual lyrics.

“Don’t worry, babe. I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt you.” Simon blushed and ducked his head, kissing my hip. “I might have gotten a little carried away.”

His finger slid inside me rubbing around my tender rim, massaging and touching me. It made me feel cared for and a little squirmy, but not in an unpleasant way. His finger slipped out of me as he rose on to his knees. “Going to grab us a washcloth.”

He slid from the bed, and I happily watched his naked arse walk out of the room. What a glorious sight—all muscled and tattooed, and all mine.

Simon came back into the room carrying a washcloth and with my bears under his arm. He placed the bears at the foot of the bed, then climbed up and quickly wiped the come and sweat from my abs and arse.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked, pulling me against him as we curled under the covers.

I turned round, pressing my face against Simon’s broad chest, the hairs there tickling my cheek. “That I’m lucky enough to have found myself a smoking hot Daddy.” I stretched my back and legs out, relishing the slight ache in my arse.

“Smoking hot. I like that. But don’t sell yourself short, love. As far as I am concerned, I’m the lucky one.” His voice was soft and sleepy.

“You remembered to bring my bears in, and you cared about my comfort and that I enjoyed myself. You’re the perfect boyfriend and Daddy,” I muttered, burrowing my face against his chest.

Simon huffed, amused and sleepy. His arms tightened around me. “I love you, Rhys.”

“Ditto, Daddy,” I managed around a yawn, before I closed my eyes.

Chapter 17

SIMON

I woke up to the soft snores of Rhys and a feeling of utter contentment. We’d had sex last night for the first time, and as corny as it sounded even in my head, it had been more than amazing. I’d fucked—no, I’d made love—to my baby bear, and had firmly handed him my heart. He could utterly destroy me with one word, but I knew my curly haired angel would treasure my heart just like I did his. Fuck, it felt amazing to wake and see his dark blonde curls peeking out from under the blankets.

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