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“Cum, Daddy,” I wail.

“Hold it, boy. You don't cum till I do.”

“Then fuck me, Daddy. Not can I hold it.”

“Demanding little demon.”

The slap hits between my cheeks, almost instantly replaced with a wet tongue.

His tongue is licking my cheeks dipping around my hole, and then inside. It tickles, sending spikes of pleasure to my already bursting cock.

“No more. Gonna cum,” I mew like a fucking cat.

“No, you're not,” my daddy scolds me. He has more faith in my abilities than I do.

The tongue becomes a wet finger, probing deeply, then two, pumping and stretching.

“Hurry, Daddy.”

Finally, his tip presses against my hole, setting my nerves on fire as he forces me to open up for him. One long groan slips from my lips as slow as his cock slips in.

“Take it all, baby. Show Daddy what a good boy you are.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I nod. It hurts, but this is the best kind of pain. “Please more.”

“You are such a pain slut.”

“I am, hurt me, please.”

Caeo hooks a finger in my collar, lifting me up onto his impaling cock. I rest against him, whimpering as he pounds into me like a raging bull.

“Please Daddy.”

“You can't touch yourself,” he orders. I lift my hands to his arm at my throat and paint the floor with my release.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Caeo repeatedly praises me as he fucks my abused hole.

“Fill me, Daddy, please give me your cum.”

The throb of Caeo's cock in my arse is the greatest gift. He loves me enough to leave a piece of himself inside me.

“Stay here.” He lowers me back onto my hands and knees, abandoning me for just a moment. He comes back promptly, the sounds of opening packages behind me, and then something firm pushes into my hole. He's plugging my arse, keeping his seed inside me.

“Yes, yes, Daddy's the best.”

“Good boy. You are the best.” Cold cream hits my cheeks, and Caeo's hands massage in circles until the cream is warm and my skin no longer burns.

The world doesn't feel such a terrible place anymore.

Chapter thirty-three

Caeo

Weneedaplan.Something a little more long-term than beating some sense into my boy. He's lying on the living room floor, because he claims he won't be able to sit for the rest of the day, but his now socked feet are bent over and kicking against his backside. I know it hurts him when he does it, but that seems to be half the fun.

“Why do we need to do anything?’ Porter questions. “The whole area will become owned by the Romulans, Nico will get all the money, Edward will run it for him. Then Knox rules here like he does now and Carter or Gregory or who gives a fuck will run their patch up north.”

“What is a Romulan?” Nico frowns.

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