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“Want you to fuck me hard, please, please.”

I pull him down onto my chest, then flip us over. “Like this?” I growl as I pump into him.

He shakes his head. “Behind. Please. From behind.”

We haven’t done that yet, but I’ll give my boy anything right now. I pull out and flip him over.

“Flat or on your knees?”

“Knees,” he moans.

“Is this the way he hurt you?” I ask, tugging his hips up so he’s on his knees and draping my body over TJ’s back, holding myself above him for a moment.

“Yeah,” he pants. “Erase it for me? Please?”

Fuck, no pressure. “Use your safe word if you need it, baby,” I tell him as I kiss up his back and onto the nape of his neck, growling into his ear the way he likes, grounding him with my voice. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You’re so good for me,” as I ease my cock back into him.

“Doing ok?” I ask, moving slowly. “God, you feel amazing.”

“So good,” he pants. “Harder.”

I thrust into him harder, running a hand up his back and angling so I press on his prostate with each stroke. “Your body is amazing, TJ,” I croon, keeping him with me, keeping memories far away. “Drives me wild, makes me want to wrap around you and make you fly.”

He screams under me, “Oh, god, yes, fuck, just like that, more, oh my god, don’t stop, please, Daddy, don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop, baby,” I growl. “Not until you give me what I want. Cum for me, baby, give it to me.”

I wriggle a hand under his body and wrap it around his cock. His screams rise into one long keening note, and I feel his ass clamp down on me, pulsing as he cums. I keep pumping, his ass sucking on me until I can’t hold it back any longer.

With a harsh bellow, the climax grips my entire body, flashing intense pleasure over me, clamping my body into a final thrust as his body pulses around me again, milking my cum from me, filling him up. A second wave and a third, and my vision goes white from how good it feels. How does it feel so overwhelming with this man, this boy, my boy, my fiancé?

I wake wrapped around him, as has become my usual. Either he snuggles into me during sleep or I drag him into my arms, not really sure, don’t really care.

I stay still, waiting for him to wake up.

His breathing is a bit uneven. He’s twitching.

“Nooo,” he moans in his sleep.

I rub his shoulders, kiss his temple, and hold him tight. “Baby, wake up, you’re safe, shhh.”

He jerks awake with a deep inhale.

I keep rubbing. “You’re safe, TJ. It’s ok.”

He huffs out a breath.

“Fuck.”

“Nightmare?” I ask.

He flinches away, but I don’t let him.

“TJ.”

“Yeah. Happens sometimes.”

“You have that video appointment this afternoon, right?”