Page 34 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

I place my hand on his, just like he did with me earlier, and guide him toward his goal. His fingers spill over the top of the underwear, making contact with my throbbing, leaking dick. Then ... nothing. He just sits here, staring down at my pulsing prick, not making a move.

“Abi,” I plead. “Come on-come on-come on!”

“Someone’s eager,” he says with a chuckle.

Brody sighs dramatically from the phone. “Someone needs to get the fuck on with it already. We’ve got shit to do.”

My eyes flick back to the phone. I’m pretty close to popping, so I know it won’t take much to get me over the edge. I just need a bit of a push. “Show him.” I’m speaking loud enough so his psychopathic friend can hear. “Show him how much you love me. That you love me more than you ever liked him.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, man,” Brody grumbles, folding his arms and sulking.

“Tatum.” Abi pulls away from me, his eyes narrowed into slits. He’s staring at me, lost in contemplation, but it doesn’t take long before he makes whatever choice he’s been trying to make. He reaches for the nightstand drawer and when he turns back toward me, he’s holding ...

I gape at him. “Why is there a butcher’s knife in my bedside drawer?”

He lunges forward, the knife aimed right at me. I squeal in terror, but stop once I see he isn’t trying to stab me. Instead, he grabs the waistband of my jock and slices it in half. My dick is so hard, it sends the fabric flying up-up and away. Abi tosses the knife behind him, and I take a moment to give thanks that there are no wayward pets in the room, because he didn’t even check to see if the coast was clear.

“Someone could break in and try to take you from me.” He grinds his cock against my thigh. “I will never allow that to happen. You have my word.”

His hand wraps around my shaft, and he angles his hips so our cocks are pressed right against each other. I don’t have a small dick—not compared to a normal human being, at least—but his gargantuan prick puts mine to shame. He’s like a god amongst men. His alleged twelve inches puts every bit of my six inches to shame, but he doesn’t shame me for it. There isn’t a single hint of disappointment in his eyes. If anything, he’s staring at it like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like he wants to kneel at an altar and praise my holy cock. Fuck. Yeah. Maybe we can do that. I can just take a picture of it, have it printed, and make him a little altar beside mine. He can worship my penis as I worship my reality-tv Goddess. He uses his hands to hold our dicks together. I’m pouring out enough pre-cum to keep us both lubed and ready.

“Brody?” he says, ripping me out of the moment. “I am going to say things that are unkind, because it seems to be getting the little one off. Please know I love you, and you are my friend. I won’t mean most of what comes out of my mouth.”

“Most?” Brody asks, one eyebrow raised. Beside him, Scotty’s given up any pretense of wedding preparations and has his hand in Brody’s lap, squeezing his Murder Daddy’s bulge.

“You have been warned,” Abi says before finally putting Brody and his terrible manners out of sight, out of mind by focusing on me. “He means nothing to me, Tatum. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”

I bite my bottom lip and smile shyly. “Yeah?”

He nods. “No one has ever held a candle to you. Not Brody. Not Fio?—”

I place my hand over his mouth and shake my head. “No. She’s already getting the raw end of the deal. I mean, if this were one of those romance novels she reads, the reviewers would probably scold the author for taking not one, but two lovers from her and tossing them over the rainbow. He, she, or they would be mercilessly dragged.”

He licks his lips. “Well, he, she, or they aren’t here, my love.Let’s have a little less talk of hypothetical love stories and focus on the one unfolding in front of us.” He slowly strokes upward on my shaft, his grip almost unbearable. Torture in its most pleasurable form. “Brody is terrible in bed.” His thumb trails across my slit, spreading my pooling pre-cum into the skin. “Why do you think Fee had to bring me into the picture?”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Brody shouts before the scream morphs into a moan as Scotty slides his hand in his fiancé’s underwear. “I’m going to bust a nut, and then I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Abi’s lips touch mine, and any threats of death and dismemberment are forgotten, because oh-my-fucking-Goddess, he’s a good kisser! He puts everyone in my past to shame. His tongue touches mine, twisting and twirling in time, drawing me closer with each tug of his hand.

“Going to fuck you one day,” he moans into my mouth. “Is that what you want? Do you want to sit on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I manage, though I’m not entirely sure how I’m able to form words. It’s like there’s this unbearable pressure in my gut, starting at my spine, working its way through my core until my entire lower half is rocked with pleasure.

His hands release me, and then I’m in motion, whirling around on my knees. I don’t know what the fuck is happening at first, then, I see his face pop out from between my legs. He’s lying on his back, his mouth open, waiting expectantly, but the sudden shock of his reappearance makes me scream, “Son of a fucking fuck!” at the top of my lungs. My heart is thundering in my chest—probably a heart attack, with my fucking luck—but that fear is short lived when he gives me a decisive nod.

“He is going to come in my mouth,” Abi announces to the room. “You will never get to do this, Brody.”

“I don’t fuckin’ want to, man!”

When I look up, Scotty’s hand is pumping feverishly. He peeks his face up at me, our eyes meeting, sharing a secret smile. I wonder if this is simply an expansion of our friendly bond. Willwe do this now? Bring our lovers to completion, side by side? Honestly, I don’t hate the idea. I don’t want to touch Scotty or Brody, but there’s something about sharing this moment with someone else. Knowing I’m being watched, even if neither of the men on the other side of the screen are sexually into me, reminds me of the way my ex-boyfriends and I used to handle each other in our super-size bed, before Nito. There’s a comradery in the moment, and as Brody stares at Scotty, looking lost in love, I notice it’s the same look Abi is giving me. Like I’m perfect. Like I deserve to be happy, and he wants to be the one to provide that happiness.

“I’m going to come,” I announce, my fist a blur as I shamelessly stroke my cock at a frantic pace. “Abi—Daddy. I need to?—”

“Do it,” he insists. “Tell me why.”

“Because I’m—good—boy.” I can barely gather my thoughts, much less form coherent words. Still, Abi’s giving me a look like I’ve said the wrong thing. “Because—Yours. I’m yours.”

“My slut,” he says.

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