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I breathed. I came. I cried. I painted my chest, and probably Matthew, with my cum. Coming felt a lot like being blown apart, but it felt a little like my pieces were falling into place too.

Matthew had unearthed something about me, something that needed this. Needed him. Something that bloomed when he called me names like sweetheart, and sweet boy, and good boy. He’d reached inside me and found all my touch-starved places and made them feel worthy of affection.

I didn’t realize I was still crying until Matthew kissed my cheek. My salty tears soaked into his lip, and he murmured more praise to me. Everything was kind of far away now that I’d come. Everything was softer and fuzzier.

With a strength I wasn’t aware he possessed, Matthew stood with me in his arms, carrying me like a bride and when my arms tightened around his neck, he praised me again.

“That’s a good boy. Hold on tight. Daddy’s got you.”

My whole life, I’d never felt safer than I did then, in his arms, covered in tears and cum and sweat.

Matthew didn’t take me far, just picked me up and turned around and laid me on the bed. He had no choice but to crawl in next to me because I wasn’t letting go of him. I don’t think he was letting go of me either.

I wasn’t sure when I stopped crying, only that it had taken awhile and once I did, I realized my face hurt more than my ass. I rubbed at my eyes only for Matthew to take my hand and ease it away from my face.

“Are you all done, sweet boy? Do you feel better now?”

Coming from someone else, those words might have sounded mocking, but from Matthew, they made me soar. I loved the way it made me feel when he said shit like that. Like I was this treasure he was determined to look after.

“I think so, and… I think so.”

My answer made Matthew laugh and he kissed my hair.

“Then it’s shower time for you.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to move.”

I burrowed closer to him, plastering myself to his side, tangling our legs together. I realized Matthew was still dressed. Still in his faded college tee shirt and a pair of soft pajama bottoms.

He’d spanked me, made me come, let me cry, and hadn’t sought a single thing in return. And he was still more focused on me than on his own needs. Which I knew he had. A glance down showed the proof of his arousal.

I thought I was done wanting things today, but it turned out that giving me what I wanted only made me want more things. Matthew’s stomach was warm and slightly furry, which I loved.

A sound rumbled out of him, deep and dangerous.

“What are you doing?” His voice was soft and gentle as I dipped my hand under the elastic of his pants.

I looked up at Matthew and smiled. It felt strange on my face, like my tears had dried my skin and the smile had to work to exist, but once it did, I couldn’t stop it.

“I think you know what I’m doing.” I slid my hand deeper when he didn’t stop me. His nostrils flared, and he took a deep breath, and he still didn’t stop me. But I stopped myself just short of touching him. I paused and looked at him.

“Can I, Daddy?”

The way Matthew’s face both softened and lit up made my heart turn to mush. He was so pretty sometimes with his thick, dark, eyelashes and the way his eyes shifted color in the different lights. He made it impossible to resist him. Impossible to look away.

“Of course, you can,” Matthew told me, brushing a kiss against my lips. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

The way he talked, voice filled with an intoxicating combination of awe and reverence made me sound like I was his. Like I belonged to him. Like I deserved to.

I wanted to believe it.

CHAPTER 16

MATTHEW

Maybe, once in a former life, I’d been cosmically wronged, and this was fate’s way of making things right, because a more perfect man had never existed. Troye’s sweetness was impossible to resist. Even when he was a full-on brat on that plane, it was easy to tell it was just because he was overwrought and not because he was a bad, mean-spirited person.

His hand tucked under the waist of my pants. Tentative fingers brushed against my cock. He’d already asked and had been granted permission, but I got the feeling he was still unsure of things. Of what he could do, or maybe it was that he didn’t know what I liked.