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Skylar blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah.” Ward paused, his cheeks turning pink again. “I want…Fuck. Ineedyou to enjoy this, too. Is that…I mean…”

Skylar reached back, grabbed Ward's cock, and guided it to his naturally slick hole.

Ward let out a heavy breath, gently pushed Skylar's hand away, and took over, holding his cock steady as he slipped the head inside.

Skylar braced himself. The truth was, sex pretty much always hurt. And even if it didn't, he never enjoyed having someone inside him. Charlie was the one exception to that rule. With him, it felt good enough—mentally more so than physically—that it wasn't a chore, but Skylar still had to fake his orgasms. He couldn't tell Ward any of that, though. Nor could he bear the thought of getting up to retrieve the lube in his bag so Ward could fuck his ass instead. Not now that he finally had the man on top of him, bare skin to bare skin. Even if the sex was painful, he'd take it. He wanted this man. Wanted that intimate connection.Neededit.

Ward pulled back a tiny bit, then pushed in a little deeper. He paused there, muttering a curse, then repeated the motion, pulling back before going deeper still. “Geez,” he gasped, the word coming out in a breathless rush.

Skylar tried to twist around to see the man's face. “Ward?”

Ward lowered himself a little more, his forearms bracketing Skylar's head and shoulders, and nuzzled behind Skylar's ear. “Fuck.” His breath sawed in and out of him.

“Daddy?” Skylar whispered.

Ward's cheeks colored as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He smiled nervously. “I feel like I'm gonna come before I even get inside you.”

“Oh.” Skylar fought the urge to laugh with relief, not wanting Ward to take it the wrong way. He'd started to worry that maybe Ward had changed his mind and was going to end this whole thing. Skylar tipped his hips up, trying to push himself ontoWard's cock. “Does it feel good, Daddy? Do you like my tight little hole?”

“Fuck, yes,” Ward gasped, pushing in a little deeper.

Skylar moaned, then blinked in surprise.Holy what the…No way. Did that really just happen?“Oh, fuck. Do that again.”

Ward repeated the motion, stopping at the same place, probably only halfway inside him.

Another involuntary moan ripped out of Skylar's throat. “Holy–” he gasped, then had to suck in a ragged breath. “Jeebus, your cock feels good.” Skylar curled his fists into the bedspread. “More,” he begged. “Daddy, more. Please. Need you deep inside me. Need you to own my body, Daddy.”

Ward muttered another curse, then inched his way deeper. He took his time, going slowly, the languid drag and glide of every thrust just as slow and hypnotic as when the man had been using Skylar's mouth.

Skylar drifted on the pleasure of it. He kept waiting for this big, strong man to pound into him like a possessive caveman, but Ward never did. The man never strayed from his rhythmic pace. Skylar babbled incoherent curses while his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest.Holy shit. He'd never felt so wholly consumed in his life. “Daddy,” Skylar gasped.

Ward stilled. “You okay?” When Skylar didn't immediately respond, Ward asked, “Sky?”

Skylar whimpered. “Jiminy Christmas, I love it when you call me that,” he blurted out.

A smile slowly spread on Ward's face. “Yeah?”

Skylar clawed at the sheets, needing Ward to move again. Just having the man's weight on his body felt incredible, but he desperately needed that maddeningly slow, hypnotic glide of the man's cock inside him. “Do you like fucking your boy, Daddy? Does it feel good? Fuck, Daddy. Own my ass. Please. Fill me up. Stuff me full.”

Ward cursed and started moving again.

Skylar let out a moaning sigh of pleasure. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the gentle rocking of Ward's hips, the smooth glide of the man's cock.

For once in his life, he thought he might actually get to come. But even if he didn't get that far, Skylar didn't care. This whole thing was like a dream.

He never wanted it to end.

Chapter 7

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WARD

WARD KEPT forgetting that this wasn't real.

Fuck. Skylar was perfect. Whether the boy was simply playing a role or was genuinely this responsive, he was truly a fantasy come to life. Every sigh, moan, and plea was music to Ward's ears. Trapped beneath him, Skylar's body was hard and soft, tense and pliable. Ward brushed his nose along the boy's jaw, trying to chase Skylar's scent, and felt the barest rasp of stubble against his skin. A part of him thought that it should have felt uncomfortable.

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