Page 48 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

I blink at him, grinning like a fool. “Okay.”

He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face, leaning in and giving me a quick kiss. Our tongues touch and my entire body shudders, my dick twitching. When he pulls away, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun. I’m still staring at his massive bulge when he aims the weapon at my head and grins. There’s a flash. A loud pop. Glass shattering. My cock throbbing when I look over my shoulder and see he’s shot a photograph on the wall. The bullet has entered Benito’s head in the picture, and the sight of him with a gaping wound in the center of his face sends a stream of pre-cum pouring out of my dick.

“Your turn,” he says, pointing at the picture beside it. Without question, I turn around and smash the hammer into the photograph, sending glass falling to the floor. “Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, but smashing the picture sends adrenaline rushing through me like an ocean torrent. I’ve never destroyed someone’s property before, but apparently, it must be some sort of fetish, because the thought of breaking everything Benito holds dear has my body humming with excitement. I lift my arm to break another picture, but I’m lifted off the floor before landing the swing. I look over my shoulder and beam at Abi.

“Are you gonna fuck me, Daddy?”

He chuckles. “Soon. I just need to get you away from this broken glass. I wasn’t thinking earlier, when I removed your shoes.” He sets me on the sofa and shoves my shoes on my feet before pulling me back up. “Now, let us fuck shit up.”

For the next thirty minutes, we hastily smash and crush everything Benito owns. The flatscreen he bought when he swiped my debit card and drained my bank account last year. The record collection he purchased using Bennet’s tips from the bar. I don’t stop until the carpet is littered with broken glass and shattered dreams.

All I can think of are the many ways Benito humiliated me during the last few months of our relationship. How he would force me to sit in that uncomfortable chair across the bedroom and watch as he stole the Bens from me. As he drove a wedge between Austin and me. I was an unwilling cuckold, and it seems I still have a bit of residual trauma left from the ordeal.

Turning around, my chest rises and falls heavily, my hard cock bobbing and jittering as I stare at Abi. He takes a step forward and wraps his hand around my shaft. “Good boy. Now, upstairs. We will destroy his room, then I will fuck you. Would you like that?”

“No,” I whisper, rolling my hips forward until my cock is pressed against his crotch. “Down here. Don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He bites his bottom lip and smiles shyly. “What baby wants, baby gets.” He lifts me up until I’m pressed against his chest, my cock snug between us. I roll my hips, not stopping when he mumbles, “Naughty boy,” into my ear. He scans the room, his smile fading by the second. “It appears I didn’t think this through. There’s glass everywhere.”

I nibble his earlobe. “There’s a guest bedroom on the other side of the hall.”

His fingernails dig into my ass, and I kind of want him to dig in deeper. To slice my skin to ribbons so I feel his presence tomorrow. Considering his alleged twelve inches are about to be inside me, I’ll be feeling something, I’m sure.

When we reach the bedroom, Abi kicks the door in, making the walls rattle. I kiss his jaw, making my way up and down the side of his face. No matter how many times my lips touch his cheek, it isn’t enough. It never is.

He lays me on the bed, lording over me like a predator about to devour his prey. Good. I want him to fucking consume me. To take away any trace of resistance still in me. To own me. To keep me forever.

“I’m yours,” I whisper. “You know that, don’t you?” Thesmile that splits his face is one for the record books. If there was any doubt before, it’s gone now. In this moment, I am his. He is mine.

“And I am yours,” he agrees. His hands reach for the tail of his shirt and lift, gifting me the sight of endless black fur covering his stomach. The hairs grow wide and wild, covering every inch of his pale skin. It climbs up to his collarbone, ending abruptly in a straight line where he keeps it trimmed. Needing to feel a connection, I hold my arms out for him.

“Closer.”

He snickers as he leans in, hovering over me with one hand on the bed while the other unbuttons his jeans. “I want you to let go tonight, little one. Anything you wish to say or do—I will not tease you for it tomorrow.” He leans closer, licking a stripe up the side of my face, making my entire body tremble.

I touch his cheek as he pulls away, not wanting the moment to end. “Will you kiss me?”

He chuckles softly, his breath warm as it gusts across my face. “It would be my pleasure.” His lips graze mine, but he doesn’t linger. When I try to follow after him, he presses his finger over my lips, stopping me. “I’ll start by stating the obvious. I love you, Tatum.”

My eyes water at the admission. He’s said it so many times. It’s nothing new. So, why does it feel like the first time? And why do I really, really want to say it back? He removes his finger from my lips, replacing it with his mouth. His tongue slides in with no resistance from me, and when we meet, it’s like the rest of the world slips away. In this bed, there are no broken hearts or worries of where we’re headed. Only the truth.

I am his. He is mine.

His fingers feather through my hair and I have to stifle a moan when he tugs mercilessly. The mixture of pleasure and pain sends my cock throbbing against his thigh. Rutting against him, it feels as if I’m coming undone at the seams. I just hopehe’s willing to stitch me back together, should I let myself fall apart in his arms.

His lips engulf my nipple, biting down hard, making me moan in a voice I don’t even recognize. As he teases and tortures me into submission, I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him closer. He grinds against my ass, and Rinna Christ, superstar, it feels like he’s rubbing the handle of a sledgehammer against me. His cock is fucking massive, and it makes me twitch with nervousness. The biggest dick I’ve ever taken wasn’t anywhere near his size. I’m going to feel him for days.

Good.

When he pulls away, I let out a needy whimper that I am in no way proud of, but there’s no judgment in his eyes once it’s out, only Abi’s encouraging smile. I watch as he stands and shoves his jeans down to his ankles. His underwear offends me on every level. They always have because they’re essentially shorts that hang halfway to his knees. I soak in the sight of him, I finally realize why he wears them. His bulge extends halfway down his thigh, and there’s a wet patch of fabric at his tip, which is less than an inch away from making its grand entrance. Jesus. The realization that I’m the reason for the current state of his massive erection makes my cock twitch and jitter like a severed power line. His eyes are locked on mine as he reaches for his underwear and slowly slides them down. Second by second, inch by inch, it feels like I’m coming out of my skin. I want to see it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. The longer it takes to unleash his beast, the heavier my heart pounds in my chest. I know I’ve seen it a few times, but each time he whips it out, it feels like the first time all over again. When he lowers the underwear until all that’s left hidden is the head, he pauses, clearing his throat.

I lift my gaze to meet his and watch as he mouths, “All twelve.”

He pushes his underwear all the way down, sending his cock bouncing free, slapping against his stomach. The tip reaches wellabove his belly button, and my hole clenches on its own, because ... fuck. How is that supposed to fit inside me? It’s a third fucking leg.

“Touch yourself,” I find myself saying, not having meant to say it. The motherfucker must realize I’m high-key in awe, because he smirks as he wraps a hand around his shaft, staring down at it throbbing between his legs.

“Have you ever had one this big?”

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