Page 33 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

“Jealous?” I ask him.

Brody snorts a laugh. “Jealous? You’re a shitty lay, man. You’re just sitting there jerking him off. What the fuck do you have for me to be jealous over, when I’ve got Freakshow.” He wraps a possessive arm around Scotty and holds him close as if I might pop through the screen and start sucking his fiancé’s cock while he’s forced to stare helplessly.

I return to the task at hand, stroking Abi slowly, pausing from time to time to slap the head against my face, just wanting to make Brody jealous. He might think I miss the looks he gives Abi when no one’s paying attention, but he never takes into account I’m just as fucking unhinged as my Russian captor. My eyes are always on him. Watching. Waiting. Needing to keep him in sight at all times.

“He loves me, you know,” I say, leaning closer to Abi’s cock. The head is only a few inches from me. All it would take is a simple lip pucker, and I’d be kissing it. “More than he ever loved you, Brody.”

“Fuck off, queer.”

I look at the screen and grin. Then, I do something Brody will never have the chance to do. I lean even closer, my eyes locked on Brody’s face on the phone. Puckering my lips, I kiss the head. “You don’t believe me?” I kiss it again, my lips parting, allowing in a drizzle of Abi’s honey-sweet flavor. “Ask him.” I kiss it again, louder and sloppier this time. “Ask your best friend who he would rather fuck.”

“Dude, you called me. I’m engaged, I don’t give a fuck who Kincaid wants to?—”

“Tatum,” Abi says in a voice I’ve never heard before. It’s raw and goddessdamned guttural. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey. “I would pick you over Brody any day. I would let him die if it meant I got a single moment alone with you. He means nothing to me.”

“Well, that wasn’t fucking necessary,” Brody shouts. “You’d seriously fuck him instead of me? He’s a whore. A fucking tramp who’s fucked half the town of Tallulah. My ass is Prime Grade beef. I’m basically a blushing goddamn virgin!”

“My whore,” Abi says, his nails digging deeper into my scalp, making me squeal like a stuck pig. “Is that what you are, little one? Daddy’s good little whore?”

I look into his eyes, only to see a man I barely recognize. He’s going fucking feral on me. The kind, caring Abi is taking amuch-needed nap. Right now, I’ve got a predator looming over me, teeth bared, breathing heavy, ready to rip me apart. He has to know what this is doing to me. There’s no denying it. Not when I’m wrapped around him, rutting against his shin.

“Yeah, Daddy,” I whisper, hoping Scotty and Brody don’t hear the endearment. “Your whore.”

“Such a good slut,” he praises, reaching down and stroking my cheek. “Go on, baby. Give it another kiss.”

Abi wants me to kiss his cock, so that’s what I do. Only, his words are doing things to me, so what was initially meant to be another quick peck somehow morphs into an open mouth approaching with no signs of stopping. The second his head touches my tongue, all logic and rationality leave me. Dark, dirty desires flood my veins like lifeblood, and I lunge forward, swallowing his thick cock, wanting to reach the base. Wanting him to know what a good fucking boy I can be for him. He cries out my name, and the sound of him so lost in pleasure shakes me to my core. I’ve never heard anything like it.

Choking and gasping for air, I pull away long enough to look him in the eyes. “Tell me.”

He cocks a brow, flexing his dick so it smacks my lips again. “Tell you what?”

I stare at him, pleading with my eyes. The neediest of expressions. “Daddy?” He knows what I want—what I motherfuckingneed—and for a moment, I worry he might drag things out longer than needed, just to see me squirm. He doesn’t. He brushes his thumb across my eyebrow and smiles. Softly caressing the back of my head, he guides me down until I’m swallowing his cock again.

“I love you, Tatum,” he moans, finally giving me what I need. Sunshine and stardust. That’s what I feel. I don’t know that I’ve ever been happier than I am right now.

He slowly rolls his hips, feeding me more of his cock. I’m barely halfway down and it’s already filling my throat and making my eyes water. Fuck. If I can’t even handle half his cock,what good am I? Abi’s a beautiful man. He could have chosen anyone to love, and they would have been lucky to have him, but he’s chosen me. He keeps choosing me. I want to be worthy of that choice. I need to be. For him.

With a burning throat and eyes damp with tears, I soldier on, taking another inch or two, desperate to get more inside me. I don’t care if I look like a fool in front of Brody. I just want to make my man happy. My Abi.

“Jesus Christ, Tatum,” he groans. I look up, needing him to know I’m trying my best. That I’m going to be his good boy, just like he asked. Maybe he’ll say it again. Those three words that make my heart swell with pride. Words I could never return, even if I think they might be a little true. He must see the neediness in my expression, because his face goes serious. “Baby, you’re perfect.”

I pull away and shake my head. “I can do better. I promise.”

The look on his face is overwhelming. He’s pouring out concern like bursting dam, and the longer I look at him, desperate to show him how fucking good I’ll be for him, those cracks grow even wider.

“I don’t think I can handle you doing much better than this. I’ve never felt anything as perfect as your throat. You’re taking me so well.” His fingers rake through my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp. “There’s Daddy’s good boy.” He carefully pulls me from his cock by my hair, and I can tell he’s trying his best not to hurt me by tugging too hard. The moment his cock leaves my mouth, I lunge blindly, not ready for this to be over. His pre-cum is now my drug of choice, and I’d overdose on it daily, given the chance. Being pried away from him feels similar to the way Benito would pry me from either of the Bens’ cocks during playtime. Until Benito entered the picture, we had a solid sex life, lack of penetration notwithstanding. It sends rushes of shame through me that feel stronger than an ocean torrent. I know it’s Abi who has hold of me, but as he tugs, he feels like Benito,ripping me away from the life I built for myself, one twink’s cock at a time.

“No, Abi!” I try to dive down again, wanting to show him how good I can be. Because I can! I can be the best fucking boy he’s ever hoped for, he’s just gotta let me try. “I told you, I can do better.” His finger finds my chin and pulls, lifting my gaze to his. I don’t know where all these emotions are coming from, but it’s like they’re seeping from my skin, creating tangible evidence of my clingy demeanor. “I’ll be so good for you. You don’t even know.”

“I do not think I could handle you being any better than you just were.” His thumb brushes across my cheek, and the bed creaks beneath us as he rises to his knees. He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me right against him, leaving no space between us. “Good boy, Tatum.” He’s staring at me with a look I know by heart. Admiration. Obsession. Pure, untethered love. Heat radiates from him as his nails scrape roughly at my cheek. “Daddy’s filthy fucking whore.”

My eyes roll back in my head, and my hand finds my cock, trying to match his unbearable grip from earlier. “Please let me try again.” I don’t know why I’m feeling so insecure. I know my oral skills are exemplary, but there’s still that doubt, and it’s embedded deep in me. It’s grown roots that twist around me on the inside.

“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever received.” He leans closer, kissing his way up my jaw. When he reaches my ear, he whispers, “I stopped because I would like to make us come. Together. I don’t want to do it alone.” His teeth nibble at my earlobe, making my body tremble. “May I make you come, little one?”

“Jesus, Abi.” His hand touches my ass, squeezing like he’s trying to squeeze the life out of me.

I’m a whimpering mess by the time his hand roams around to the front of my jockstrap, squeezing my package. Looking down, I watch as he traces my length with the tip of his finger. “May I take it out?” We’re both staring at the fabric of my underwear darkening as my pre-cum drenches the cotton.

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