August was, in a way, a single parent. It was the only comparison I could make. So…he was torn between wanting to be the best Daddy and keep his little one happy, and also wanting to satisfy his other needs as a man.

“That’s rough,” I murmured. “I know the feeling of not being able to fit into a set standard for relationships.”

He hummed. “Yes, you do.” As he slid one hand up my spine, he shifted a little closer and began pushing into me.

The pain was bearable, despite his impressive size. It just felt fucking perfect. I’d needed this for too goddamn long for any pain to get in the way of the pleasure.

We both groaned as he buried himself in one long thrust.

Lust went from simmering and glowing to setting off shivers and explosions within me. The urgency shot through the roof, and I hoped he didn’t wanna carry on the conversation much longer. I wasn’t sure I could focus on anything but his big cock inside me.

He was done with his teasing, thank fuck. With a firm grip on my hips, he pulled out slowly, only to push in again much harder.

I cursed and clenched around him.

Fire spread its way through my veins.

Wanting him closer, I pushed against his cock and reached for him. He sat back on his haunches; I followed and was able to touch him more. He was able to touch me more too. His arms came around me, his hands roaming my chest and my cock, and I squeezed his ass greedily.

“That’s my boy. Fuck yourself on me.” He took a deep breath and wrapped his fingers around my cock. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I groaned and felt all my mental barriers shattering. I didn’t wanna feel self-conscious about my preferences, about wanting to be the subservient guy who just wanted to be fucked into oblivion. Just because people described me as rough around the edges and gruff didn’t mean I felt that way.

August moaned as I sat back on him harder, wanting more, more, more. Fuck, it’d been so long… He filled me, stretched me, and owned my mind, even when I was the one controlling the movements.

“It’s okay to be a greedy boy with me, Anthony.” He planted an openmouthed kiss along my neck that gave me goose bumps. “It’s what you are, isn’t it? You’re a greedy boy?”

He was doing this on purpose. He was pushing at my mind-set.

“Yeah,” I responded, sucking in a sharp breath as he moved his hips to dig deeper into me.

“Say it.” He nipped at my earlobe. “Let go, darlin’.”

I flushed all over and swallowed hard. “I’m a greedy boy.”

“You’re a greedy boy for my cock.”