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

“But that was, like, four years ago, Daddy.” He took my arms and pulled me toward the couch, pushed me down to sit and jumped into my lap, smiling widely.

“Your father’s been killed.”

“He’s not my father. He’s nothing to me. You’re my family.” His words evoked compassion inside me. After finding out he had been raised by the Handkerchief Murderer, his family had wanted nothing to do with him. He brushed his lips over my cheek. “I missed you today.”

“I don’t see how, considering you had to make your last court appearance and then find time after to assassinate the governor and jog back home.”

“Daddy, you’re being no fun.” He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The headband went next, and he shook his curls out. “You’re home, and I’m home. Take me the way you know I love.”

Oh, I knew all right. With him spread out under me, unable to do anything but let me use his hole and left him sore.

“Cosmo, please tell me the truth.”

He shoved his hands under the front of my shirt. “Would it help if I said he was the one behind those attacks? The one that killed Agent Ellis and at the cabin?”

“What?” I snapped my head back, giving him the perfect opportunity to sink his teeth into the skin of my neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips.

“You can’t know that.”

“But I do. Why do you think the attacks stopped? I confronted him about it, took a leaf out of Virgil’s book, and told him if anything happened to me or you, what he had done would be leaked to the public.”

He hopped out of my lap and shimmied his leggings down his legs while I processed what he’d just told me. He hadn’t discarded his jockstrap when he returned to my lap. Of their own volition, my hands found his bare ass cheeks and squeezed them. He shivered against me and moaned.

“Oh, Daddy.”

“Baby, was it you?”

He smiled. “Maybe. Or maybe not.”

I groaned and captured his lips with mine, plunging my tongue hotly into his mouth. With my mouth on his, I turned him on the sofa, then kissed down his gorgeous body, licking his tight nipples. He gasped and stroked my hair.

“That’s it, Daddy. You own my body.”

I pulled his legs apart and took his hard cock into my mouth. He tasted of salt and precum. I sucked him to the back of my throat, and he arched his back to push himself farther.

“Stay right here.” He groaned in protest, but I had to make sure I did this right. He had no sense of self-preservation, not caring if we fucked with little preparation or lube. He didn’t mind if it hurt or if he was extra sore after. I started keeping lube around the house just for this. If we had to go to our bedroom, we’d never get there. The one time we’d tried, I’d ended up fucking him right there on the stairs.

I grabbed the lube from under the coffee table, but the greedy boy was already fingering his hole. I smacked his hand, and he pouted but removed his finger.

“I’m still waiting for you to tell me the truth, Cosmo.” I slathered lube onto my cock and pushed his legs back toward his shoulders, baring the dark pink hue of his thoroughly fucked hole. He was no longer as tight as he’d been four years ago, but he still felt just as good. If anything, we could fuck more liberally now without having to be concerned about not being gentle enough.

When he didn’t respond, I smacked his hole. “I’m sure you want Daddy’s cum inside you, right, baby?”

He whimpered. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Then tell me what I want to know.” When he went silent, I leaned over to kiss him and hooked three fingers inside his hole, stabbing them in and out of him deep. He moaned into my mouth, his eyes feverish and needy.

“Please, Daddy.”

I removed my fingers and guided my cock between his cheeks. Instead of fucking him, I just moved my shaft over his hole, teasing him. His body was taut under me.

“I’m still waiting.” He’d wanted to use sex to make me forget. Well, I could do the same thing. I could get him to tell me the truth. If it was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that Cosmo was just as weak for me as I was for him. Some days he had the upper hand, and some days I did.

Today it was me, and I wasn’t afraid to use it as I glided the head of my cock over his hole, even letting it snag for just a second before I bypassed where he needed me.

Cosmo let out a frustrated sob and grabbed my hips, sinking his fingers into my naked ass. “Please, Daddy.”

“You know what to do. Tell me the truth.”