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"Daddy," Jack whispered, snapping my attention right back to him.

It was pure insanity how easily I was being dragged along by a simple title. How many times had men and women called me daddy in the bedroom? But none of them ever created the strange sensation bubbling in my stomach. It felt as if I'd eaten a hive of bees and they were buzzing around inside of me. It was impossible to ignore or even comprehend.

I winked at Jack.Show Daddy how bad you can be.

"Why did you lock the door?" Finnian asked as he wiggled the knob around.

Jack looked as if he was about to have a panic attack. He chewed on his bottom lip nervously looking at me and then the door and back again.

"Answer him," I whispered.

I moved back and flipped the shower on to give us a little more time. I grabbed Jack's ass once more and spread his cheeks. His hole was still glistening from my spit and I mentally groaned as I dove back in. My tongue swiped over his entrance poking at it as Jack attempted to talk.

"I uh—" His words were broken off as he tried not to let his moans out.

There was no stopping now. I wanted to hear him lose his mind. He needed to feel chaos at my hands. I wanted to break Jack until he was nothing but a cumming mess who could only live for my cock. His fingers tightened in my hair, nails scraping over my scalp adding to the pleasure that already raged through me.

"I'm fine. Need—shower," Jack finally forced out.

I nipped at his hole and teased him more loving the way he pushed back against me. He bent over more, giving me better access.

"Are you sure? It sounded like you were screaming," Finnian said.

"Is Jack okay?" Ronan's voice broke through the thick wood door.

Jack tightened around my tongue, he attempted to stand back up straight. I forced him right back down; they weren't going to stop me from enjoying my meal.

"Daddy," Jack hissed.

That's right call for me, baby.

"I'm Fi—Fuck!"

I shoved two fingers in at once, heat wrapped around my digits, and sucked them In deeper. Jack's body was perfection. He took my fingers in without any issues and pushed back as if begging for more. He balanced on the balls of his feet as his head fell forward. His fingers moved through my hair as he lost the grip he'd had.

"Jack open the door right now," Ronan said.

"We're going to get caught," I teased Jack.

Curling my fingers, I sought out the bundle of nerves I knew would drive my slutty boy insane. The moment my fingertips brushed against it Jack lost it. He moaned, barely able to cover his mouth.

"Pl-ple-please," Jack whimpered.

"Cum for Daddy."

The moment I said the command, Jack lost it. His hole tightened around my fingers to the point I couldn't move them anymore. His hips shook as he painted the walls with his cum.

I stroked him through it, not wanting him to stop for a second. Jack batted at my hand and attempted to push me back, but I wasn't going anywhere. The second I could move my fingers I did. I played with his prostate until his legs caved and I was forced to catch him. He shook his head, mumbling something I couldn't hear over the shower. I dragged him close shifting my fingers inside of him so I could continue to fuck his hole.

"I can't…cum..again so soon." Jack's whimpers were like music to my ears. His words meant nothing to me.

"We just need to train your body. Don't worry, I’ll help you."

Jack shook his head, but his ass sucked on my fingers as if it never wanted to let me go. I stood him up, pulled a dead Jack closer to me and kissed him. I sucked on his tongue and watched as he lost it even more. He clutched onto my shirt and ground his soft cock against me. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his length. Jack tried to pull back from the kiss but I deepened it, not letting him escape me for even a second. I stroked his cock, loving the way he beat at my chest wanting to be let free. His cries were muffled by my lips.

A hot splash of cum hit my torso and soaked into my clothes as Jack was forced to cum again. It was a small one and not nearly enough to sate my hunger, but it was fun regardless. A single tear slipped free, and it was better than gutting a bastard. I pulled back to watch it fall down the side of his face. I wanted more just like that. I had a new fixation.

"Daddy Cian, please." Jack leaned against me, his entire body trembling.

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