Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Cosmo.”

I reached between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around his cock stretching my hole.

“Oh my god, I love when you’re inside me.”

He thrust, and I moaned. “Like that?”

“Yes, please give me more.”

He pulled out and pushed back in, and all the while, I kept my fingers right there so I felt the length of him sliding inside my body.

“Fuck, you feel how I’m splitting you open, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. Will you make me come, please?”

“Do you think you deserve to come?”

“No, but please, Daddy.”

“I wish…” He took my cock in his hand and stroked me as he pushed deep inside, pistoning his hips and hitting a spot inside me that seemed to strike every nerve-ending. As I slid up and down the sheets, I saw the hardness of his face as he took me. How similar lust and hate looked on the outside. Did he hate me for making him want me this much? The way he stroked his length in and out of me in rapt fascination was like he couldn’t get enough of me.

“Oh!” I arched my back as a pressure mounted in the pit of my stomach, and that spot he kept hitting inside my ass pulsed, making my cock flex. I stiffened, my jaw slack as I came all over his hand and my stomach.

I fell back against the bed, spent, but Hunter wasn’t through with me yet. He gathered me against him, my back completely coming off the bed, his arms supporting my waist as he fucked into me. I’d thought that after I came, it wouldn’t feel good anymore, but I was so wrong. He snapped his hips faster and faster, and I bobbed and jerked with every thrust, unable to control my limbs or do anything but hold on to his shoulders as he chased his release.

“Oh, shit.” Hunter bore me down onto the bed and rammed his cock deep inside me. He threw his head back and grunted, the warmth from his cock filling me.

I smiled, watching him. He shook once like a shaggy dog, and his eyes opened.

“Are you okay?”

He had scratches on his chest and face, one gash already turning an angry red, but he looked down at me with such gentleness and concern about whether or not I was fine.

I nodded.

He pulled out of me, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down onto my body.

“I don’t want to crush you.”

“I’m not worried. I know you care about me, so you’d never really hurt me.”

He buried his head into my neck, his heart pounding, and I held him, kissing his hair.

“I swear on my wife’s grave,” he whispered. “I was telling the truth.”

“I believe you.” I truly did, and it was a relief he hadn’t betrayed me after all. “Why did he come?”

“To let me know they’ve dispatched a surveillance team across the street to keep you safe.”

“He couldn’t call to tell you that?”

His lips stretched into a smile on my neck. “Have you always been this jealous?”

“Only with what’s mine.”

“And I’m yours?”

“Of course you are, Daddy. Don’t you want to be mine?”