Page 51 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Fuck me.”

And so, he does. He pulls out, then eases himself back in. I’m still not used to the size, but I’m nothing if not resilient. Like a good little twink, I bear down each time he enters, and I clench as tight as I can when he leaves. As his cock owns my hole, all I can do is grip my thighs and allow him to explore these uncharted acres of his new property. It goes on for ages, which suits me well, because the longer it takes, the more I’m sure I never want this to end. I’m being stretched to my limit, but I still want more. I’ve never felt this full in my life. The way I stretch around him, eliciting gasps and grunts each time I clench, is like a religious awakening in its own right.

“I’m inside you,” he says. Our faces are inches apart, and I want to meet him halfway with a kiss, but he shakes his head. “Tatum, I’m fucking you. I can’t believe I’m finally fucking you.”

“Harder.” Every second he spends tunneling into me is like a lifetime. Each time he hits my special place, it sends mewhimpering and whining into his neck, but it’s not enough. “Abi,” I plead. “Fuck me hard. Do I have to beg?”

He pulls away and stares down at me, his hips rolling in rhythm, never stopping. “That’s what you need, little one? Do you need Daddy to destroy you?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Wreck me. Make it hurt.” I close my eyes and hold on for dear life, knowing what he’s about to give will ruin me for other men. Good. Don’t want them. Don’t want any of them. Just Daddy. “So fucking good.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, his hips moving faster. The fullness is almost unbearable, but I grip his neck tighter, my eyes begging for more.

“All the way out, then slam it back in,” I beg. “I want to feel every inch.”

“All twelve?” he asks with a wink. “Or are they still alleged?”

“Don’t care,” I groan. “Could be ten. Could be twenty. Doesn’t matter how big, I’m gonna ride it for the rest of my life.”

His eyes widen. “Yeah?”

I nod frantically as I reach down and take myself in my hand. “Every day. Every hour. Every second.” The sound of slick friction fills the room, coupled in concert with the slapping sounds our skin makes when he’s balls deep. He fucks me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do. What he’s giving me—the way he’s opening me up in a way I’ve never been opened before—is like a gift from the Goddess herself. An endless reminder that I’m worthy. That I deserve what he’s offering.

“Little one ... I-I’m going to?—”

“Come,” I beg. “Abi, I need it. I need you inside me.”

His hips are working faster than before, pulling almost all the way out before barreling back in. Every thrust is like an explosion, sending sparks of pleasure dancing up and down my spine. He slaps my hand away from my cock and takes over, pumping my shaft each time he enters and exits my hole. I don’t know how he fits so perfectly around me, but my own hand doesn’teven feel as natural as his. It’s as if in her infinite wisdom, the Goddess knew I would need him, just as much as he needs me, so she sculpted us each with the other in mind.

“Tell me you love me,” I cry out.

Our noses touch, and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt as close to someone as I feel right now. “I love you, sweetheart. I’m yours.”

“Mine,” I agree, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own. I slide a hand down his back until it rests on his ass. I need it closer. He must realize, because he places all his weight on one hand and grabs my wrist. Bringing it to his mouth, he swallows me to the knuckle and guides me back to where I was. He doesn’t stop, just guides me further until my fingers slide into his crack. The next thing I know, he’s pressing the tip of my finger inside him, easing me in.

The moment I’m engulfed in his warm passage, I lose all control, and I feel pressure mount in my spine. He’s going to make me come again. It’s been less than fifteen minutes, and I’m ready to shoot the biggest load of my life.

“Abi—Daddy ... I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come again.”

“Do it,” he pleads. “Come with me. I’m right there with you.” He lets out a growl and throws his head back, lost in his pleasure. “Come on my cock, Tatum.”

I explode, painting his chest with my second load of the evening. It’s even stronger than last time, going on and on until it feels like I’m shooting nothing but air. When I finally look down, it’s still jetting out of the tip. I have no idea how, but it feels like my semen source is never-ending, and I’m truly afraid this moment will never end. We’ll be stuck in an unstoppable circle of pleasure.

“Fuck. Tatum. You’re milking me, baby. I can feel you ... I feel you—Everything. This is everything.” His mouth hangs open, and he’s fucking smiling like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. “I love you,” he manages, and it’s the first time I feel thewords. Truly feel them. They’re tangible, hanging in the air in front of me, bumping and crashing until words of my own work their way up my throat.

“Abi?” I wait for him to look at me, and when he does, I offer something that isn’t mine to give. Hope. I cup his cheek. “I love you, too.”

The words surprise him just as much as they surprise me. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open like he’s going to say something, but the only thing that leaves him is a groan. His hips stop all movement, and he just stays there, his eyes rolling back in his head as he sobs my name. Warmth spreads inside, and it’s only now I realize he’s coming. There’s no protective barrier keeping it out. His cum is coating my insides, making me his.

“Again,” he pleads. I’ve never heard him sound so desperate.

“I love you,” I say again, squeezing his cock even harder, milking him for all he’s worth. “I’m yours, Abi.”

He falls on my chest and wraps his arms around me, holding on for dear life. His body is shaking, and whether he’s rocked with pleasure or if he’s just overwhelmed by my admission, I can’t be sure. I hold him through it, clinging to him like a life raft in the center of the sea. Once his body is still and the only sound in the room is our matching breaths, he pulls away from my chest and stares at me.

My cheeks are warm with embarrassment, because even though I meant the admission in the moment, I’m terrified he’s going to question me on my reasoning. I’m pretty sure I still mean the words, if I’m being honest, but I don’t think I’m ready to broach that subject yet. He can read me like a book, though, and instead of second guessing my declaration, he leans in and kisses me softly.

We stay like this for a while, me watching him, him watching me. Eventually, he pulls away and moves to stand. My asshole aching, I sit up, bringing my knees to my chest as I wrap my arms around them. Abi turns, and I’m gifted the sight of his cock, coated in our cum which is now white and frothy from thefriction. He grabs his gray slacks from where they were discarded earlier, startling and dropping them on the floor again when I shout, “Wait!”

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