Page 83 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

Brody blushes but tries to play it off with a shrug. “I guess. That’s why I'm doing this. You might be a cum-dump queer, but you’reourcum-dump queer, and family looks out for each other.If you need us to jack off while you dominate his prostate just to fill some God complex you’ve got, so be it. Now, shut the fuck up and wreck him.” He gives Tatum a decisive nod. “Get your slut on, little guy. We’ve got you.”

Tatum gives him an appreciative smile and nod before returning his attention to me. He’s on his hands and knees, his face inches from my ass. He presses his palm against my cheek, exposing my hairy hole to everyone. “Fuck, Daddy,” he rasps. “I’ll never get sick of the sight of this.” Leaning even closer, he swipes his tongue across my entrance.

“Oh, my fucking God,” I moan. I’ve never felt anything like this. His tongue continues teasing, flickering back and forth against me. There’s pressure, and I realize he’s trying to enter me. When I bear down, the tip of his tongue slips inside, making me cry out his name.

My cock is aching, and I need friction more than I need air, so I wrap my fist around it, showing the crowd how I pleasure myself. It’s such an intimate act, I know I should feel ashamed, but I’m not. I’m looking at each of them, and there is no shame or scolding gazes, only support. Admiration. Love.

Tatum’s fucking me with his tongue, bringing his fingers into the mix as well, poking and prodding until I’m feeling boneless, and unable to think. Unable to speak. If it weren’t for my hand pumping up and down my shaft, I might think I’ve been paralyzed.

Once he has me wet and ready for him, he dislodges his tongue from my asshole and licks the length of my crack. His lips touch my balls, kissing, then taking them into his mouth, drenching them completely. His hand grips my wrist, ending my masturbation session before I’ve gotten to the good part.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” Releasing my hand, he rears his arm back before spanking my ass as hard as he can, making me cry out. “Bad boy. Naughty Daddy.” He grabs the bottle of lube from beside my head and coats his hand in KY jelly.

“Touch me,” I breathe. “Fuck. Tatum, please touch me.”

Despite my pleas, he doesn’t give me what I need. His face is inches from mine, his lips right there for the taking, so that’s what I do. I grab Tatum by the back of his head and pull him to me, slamming our lips together until I’m seeing stars. I can taste myself on him. Musk and sweat and a flavor that screams “Daddy.”

Bringing his finger to his mouth, he gets himself wet before reaching for my ass. The tip of his finger brushes against my hole, making my entire body tremble. I wonder if this is how he feels each time my finger touches its home. Does it make his body feel like a live wire, sparking and flailing all around? I press against his finger, needing to feel what Tatum feels every day as I slowly finger-fuck him on an endless loop.

I bear down, gasping at the intrusion. Once he’s knuckle-deep, he leaves it there, not moving in or out. As he gives me time to get used to the feeling, he traces my rim with one of his free fingers, petting it like one might pet a dog.

“Such a good boy for me, Abi. You’re taking me so well. I’m going to try to get another inside, okay?”

Wordlessly, I nod, unable to do much more. There’s pressure again, and when he slides a second finger in, my back arches, and I cry out, “Tatum!” at the top of my lungs. He slowly glides them in and out, scissoring me open so I’ll be ready for his cock. Fuck. The thought of taking Tatum’s dick has me leaking harder than I ever have. He strikes that magic button, and it’s like the rest of the world fades away, leaving me as a crying, gasping mess of a man. Removing his fingers, he angles his cock at my hole and drags the head up and down my crack, teasing me endlessly.

“Are you ready?” There’s so much care and concern in his voice that I almost can’t stand the sound of it. Almost.

“You’re really going to fuck me?”

He rocks forward, the tip of his cock breaching the rim. I watch in wonder as his eyes roll back in his head and he tugs hisbottom lip between his teeth, whimpering. It suddenly hits me that this is my husband’s first time, too. He’s told me many times that he’s a strict bottom. A surge of pride rushes through me, making me feel electric. I am his first. His only. It is an honor I do not take lightly.

Cupping his cheek, I stroke his face with my thumb. “I love you, little one.”

His eyes flutter open, and he gives me his widest smile. “I love you, too.” Then, he gives me the same instruction I’ve given him for six months. “Deep breath, baby. Here it comes.”

The role reversal makes my cock twitch, and Tatum takes it in his hand, stroking slowly. He rolls his hips, giving more of himself to me. Giving me every inch of his love. It hurts. I cannot lie and say it does not—but it’s the hurt that lets me know he’s mine. The sensation of him stretching me, filling me up on the inside, feels like an awakening. In all my life, I have never felt so cherished.

A few of the men in the circle have their hands inside their pants, stroking themselves, but I do not care about them. I do not wish to watch. I only wish for Tatum.

“Tatum,” I moan. “Hallowed be your name.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, plunging his final few inches inside. “Oh, my Goddess. Abi. Abi, I’m inside you.”

I bite my cheek and nod, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. He feels so big inside me. As if he knows I need a moment to regroup, he doesn’t move. He’s knelt over me, kissing the side of my face. Telling me I’m beautiful. How special I am to him. How his life had no purpose until I stole it for myself. There’s the sound of slick skin around us. Any other time, I would watch the circle jerk unfolding with eyes wide open. Not now. Not with Tatum’s cock inside me, making me his.

“Fuck me,” I finally say. “I need you to move.”

“Yeah. Yeah, Abi. Okay.” His cock slides back, leaving me with a gaping feeling inside. Is this how he feels each time I remove my finger from his hole? An overwhelming sense ofincompletion. If this is what he experiences each time I leave his hole, then I will never leave it again, because it’s unbearable. Now that I’ve had him inside, I don’t ever want him out. “Baby, you’re taking me so good.” His lips touch my cheek. My forehead. The tip of my nose. He’s everywhere all at once, and it’s all I can do to hold on for the ride. He’s moving too slowly. I need him in me again. Every inch. Wrapping my legs around his back, I pull him against me as roughly as I can, crying his name when he’s fully submerged.

“Fuck me. God, Tatum. You feel so good inside me.”

He retreats, leaving me with that empty feeling again. He wastes no time, driving his cock back into me with the same force I used a moment ago. “Do you want me to rail you, Daddy? I can go easy if you need me to, but I think I’d rather?—”

“Little one?” I wait for him to look me in the eyes before giving him a nod. “Ruin me.”

His eyes roll back in his head, and collective moans circle around us like a magical ward. In this circle, I feel protected. It’s as if they’re hiding me away from the rest of the world so I can experience this with no shame or judgment.

“That’s it,” Brody says. “Go on, queer boy. Fuck him good.”

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