Page 50 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

He looks up at me, his face the picture of conflict. His cock has a life of its own, jerking and twitching every which way, proving just how much he wants this too. “I do not wish to hurt you.”

I press my hand against his heart. “You won’t. I swear to the Goddess, you won’t.”

He closes his eyes and sighs. “If it’s too much, you have to tell me.” Leaning forward, his lips touch mine, and I can taste my flavor on his tongue. There’s a manly musk from the sweat of the day, and something a bit more earthy. It’s a mixture that leaves me dazed, grabbing him by the back of the head and pulling him closer, because there’s not enough tongue in my mouth. I want it to fill every square inch until I can no longer breathe. We can just live off his oxygen, providing each other air for the rest of our lives.

As his tongue tears through my mouth, his hand collects my cum from his chest, and the sound of it being slicked around his shaft fills the room. The tip touches my hole, making my body shake in anticipation. Pulling his mouth from mine, he stares into my eyes and strokes my cheek. “Are you ready?”

I sniffle, my eyes suddenly damp. I have no idea why I’m almost crying, but I remember his words from earlier, telling me nothing I say or do in this room is wrong. That whatever I want is mine, because I belong to him, and he always takes care of his possessions.

“I need you,” I admit. “Like the fucking air I breathe, I need you all the time.”

His eyes do this funny little thing where they appear dazed and awestruck at the same time. Goddess, why does he have to be so adorable? Why the fuck did he have to worm his way intomy heart? And why does the thought of him slipping back out again feel like a sucker punch? He grunts, slowly rocking his hips forward, but stalls before entering.

“Little one?”

“Yeah?”

“I worry your cum won’t be enough. Is there lube upstairs?”

I shake my head, pointing at the chest of drawers across the room. “There should be a bottle in the top drawer.” When Abi stands and walks away, I’m greeted by the sight of two furry globes bouncing with each step he takes. “Wait, bottom drawer,” I shout, feeling fucking frantic, because his hairy ass is doing things to me, and I want to see more. As Abi bends over and roots through the drawer, his cheeks spread apart, gifting me with his hairy hole. I want to run my tongue up the length of his crack and devour every inch. My hand is around my shaft, pumping slowly as he searches for the lube.

He clears his throat, pulling me out of my horny headspace, and when I look up, he’s staring at me from over his shoulder. “If you wanted to see my ass, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart. You did not need to invent an imaginary bottle of lube to use as your scapegoat.” He stands, pulling his cheeks away from each other, his eyes locked on mine. “Do you like it?” I can tell he’s trying to play it cool, but I know Abi Kincaid better than I know myself. He needs reassurance.

“I could stare at it for days,” I admit.

“You can stare at it for the rest of your life, if you want. Now, is there really lube in this room or do I need to search upstairs?”

“Top drawer.”

He snickers, shaking his head slowly like my actions are the most amusing thing he’s ever witnessed. Once he finds the lube, he uses a good portion of it to prepare himself for me. I’ve got my arms around my legs, holding my thighs to my chest, watching as he drizzles some lube down my crack, using the head of his cock spread it across my entrance. There’s pressure and pain when he rocks forward, but there’s also pleasurewashing through me, knowing what’s about to happen. In a few moments, he’ll be inside, right where he belongs. He’s going in bare, which, while we haven’t discussed it ahead of time, comes as no surprise. We were both tested a couple of months ago, shortly after Brody killed Scotty’s father. Honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I don’t want anything between us. Just skin on skin. Flesh on flesh. His massive cock in my not-so-massive hole.

The head presses against my entrance, and I’m in motion, letting go of one leg and grabbing the hand not aiming his dick at my ass. My grip is firmer than it has any right being, but I’ve never had anyone this big and I’m high-key freaking the fuck out.

“Scared,” I whisper, worried the admission might make him want to stop. I don’t want to talk him out of what he’s about to do, I just want him to know. I want to share this with him. That’s what couples do, isn’t it? Share their feelings. Lean on each other for support. “Daddy.”

He tightens his grip. “You can do this, Tatum. You are so much stronger than you think.” His lips meet mine in a kiss, his tongue slipping inside so he can lick up the whimpers and clicks coming out of my throat.

He eases into me, soft and slow. So slowly each inch feels like a mile. I’ve had lovers in the past who hadn’t cared much for my comfort. With Abi, it’s as if my comfort is his only concern. The longer it goes on, the more restless I become, because it’s starting to feel like he’s got a never-ending dick. Pulling away, I look down to see he’s only got a quarter of it inside.

“Are you alright?” he asks when he’s roughly halfway in. “Is it too much?”

I close my eyes and shake my head. In truth, I’m not sure how much more I can manage, but I want to give this my all, because it’s what he deserves, so I bear down, welcoming him home. With a roar that could put a lion to shame, I grab his furry cheeks and pull him forward. His eyes roll back in his head as heslides further inside, and I don’t stop pulling until his pubes tickle my crack.

Closing my eyes, I steady my breathing, trying to get used to him. All the while, he’s kissing my face, whispering words of encouragement.

“You’re taking me so well, little one,” he says to me.

“I’ve never been prouder of you,” he says.

“I love you,” he says.

“Tatum,” he says. “Oh, Tatum. Such a good boy.”

I’m his. Right now, on this uncomfortable bed, Abi Kincaid’s cock is inside me, and he’s making me his. I look up at him with tears in my eyes, unsure if it’s from pain or from emotions over what he’s giving me right now. His heart. What we’re sharing—there’s no taking it back. And, much to my surprise, I don’t want to take it back. I want this, and I want it with him.

“Baby,” I whisper, my body feeling boneless.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Are you ready?”

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