Page 35 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

Jesus fucking Christ, that word. “Fuck. Yes. Degrade me, Daddy.”

He slaps my hand away and strokes me mercilessly. “What are you? Say it!”

“Your whore,” I cry, my head falling back as I moan. “Your fucking whore, Daddy.”

He nods. “Daddy’s filthy fucking whore.” I’m given no chance to react as Abi lunges forward, enveloping my cock with his mouth for the first time. Jesus fucking fuck, I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. It’s like I can feel every drop of semen work its way up my balls and through my shaft.

“I’m coming!” I grab him by the hair and shove his face down to the base of my cock as jet after jet shoots down his throat. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming in your mouth.”

He swallows greedily, his hand touching—then squeezing—my balls like he’s trying to milk more out of them. I’m absolutelyspent, but if he can give me twenty minutes, I’m happy to try again.

As I ride out the last waves of my release, he places a hand on my back and guides me down to the mattress. It’s like I’m in a haze and can’t see straight. Not as he hobbles forward on his knees. Not as he lifts my legs with a grunt, spreads my cheeks, and aims his cock at my hole.

“May I come inside you?”

My eyes are half-lidded, and I’m feeling blissed out of my mind. That must be why I don’t fight him on it. It’s why I don’t provide some sassy retort. Instead, I breathlessly ask, “You’re going to fuck me?”

His face is twisted up in pleasure, his eyes barely looking at me. It’s like he’s running on raw willpower and semen, lost in his lust. “Just the tip.”

Propping myself on an elbow, I lick my lips. “Just the tip.”

He leans closer, licking the corner of my mouth. “Thank you. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.” As much as I want this, the thought of him going in dry makes me clench. Unless my parents have tossed it out during my absence, there should be a bottle of lube in the drawer of my bedside table. Reaching for the table, I’m pleased to find the economy-size bottle of lube still hidden away. Once it’s out, Abi takes it and squeezes a dollop into his palm before slathering it across his shaft. “I’m going to make you mine now, sweetheart. Are you ready?”

I fucking whimper at the words, reaching blindly for his hips and pulling him to me. “Do it.” Swallowing, I reach for him, running my hand down his chest. “Breed me. Please.”

His eyes roll back in his head, he bites his bottom lip, and finally, he pushes forward. His cock spears at my hole like a well-trained dancer, like he’s been practicing this move all his life. Once the head pops through the ring of muscle, all I can do is cry and sob the name I keep hidden for us. Away from Brody and Scotty. Away from Fee.

“Daddy!”

“Fuck. Dammit, Tatum. You’re so tight. You fit me so fucking good, baby.” I don’t know how far he’s trying to go, but there’s no way I can take all twelve inches, alleged or otherwise. Fear rises in me like a rolling tide, but before that tide can take me under, he falls on top of me, smashing our lips together as jet after jet shoots into me, filling me up. Jesus fucking Christ, Abi is coming. He’s coming inside me, and I fuckingbeggedfor it!

He’s mumbling words I don’t understand; some in Russian, some simply gibberish, but every single syllable deserves a Pulitzer. He’s so warm in me, like wildfire, lighting me up. “I love you,” he mumbles into my ear. “You know that, don’t you?”

I don’t answer, just squeeze his shoulder, hoping the action is enough. His chest rises and falls against mine, and at some point, we finally tear ourselves away from each other. I look down, surprised to see that even though it felt like I was being ripped in half a moment ago, he’s only managed to get the head inside. There’s no way I can take all of him. It’ll be like being impaled on a fencepost. He must sense my nervousness—and, considering I’m probably staring at his massive cock in horror, it’s not really surprising he’s picked up on my worried headspace—because he kisses the corner of my mouth and smiles.

“If you can’t take it all,” he says, reaching down and giving my cock a stroke for emphasis. “Then I’ll take you.” When he finally pulls out, he replaces his cock with his finger, providing the fullness I’m used to. “I mean it. If it is too much, I will bottom.” His finger twitches against my prostate, making me whimper. “I would love for you to make me yours, now that I’ve made you mine.”

His words are ridiculous because I’m a strict bottom. I’ve never even entertained the idea of topping. I love the way it feels to have another man own me completely. To make me his.

“Or,” he finally says before rolling on his side and grabbing the phone. “We can practice until you’re able to take me to the base.” He gently squeezes my chin with his fingers. “And, if neither of those work, that is fine too. We have mouths. We havehands. If I am too big for you, and you are not able to top ...” He wraps his hand around our softening shafts, practically beaming. “This. This right here. It is more than enough for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Another quick kiss, and he opens his mouth to speak but stops when he looks down at his phone. He stares at the screen with a scowl, which piques my interest. I want to see what all the fuss is about. The second the phone’s in sight, I feel like I’m going to be sick. After what we’ve just done, I probably have no right to talk, but the last thing I want to see is Scotty holding a weapon to Brody’s head, their mouths locked, Scotty’s little cock slamming in and out of Brody’s hole. I grab the phone and end the call, tossing it back on the bed and cuddling up next to Abi. “Fucking perverts.”

He gives me a nod and a chuckle. “Deviants, through and through.”

Hooking an arm around his waist, I allow him this moment. No. I allowmyselfthis moment. “Can we stay like this? Just cuddle up here and never leave.”

“As much as I would love that, we should probably go do damage control.”

“What do you mean?”

He gives me a final kiss on the lips before sitting up and reaching for his underwear. “You’re not exactly quiet. I’m pretty sure your parents just heard you ejaculate.”

My heart stalls in my chest and I jolt out of bed, rushing toward my luggage and grabbing a pair of sweats. “I hate you, you son of a bitch,” I hiss over my shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me to shut up?”

He sits up in bed and stares at my naked form, grinning ear to ear. “You were enjoying yourself, and I love to see you happy.”

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