Page 24 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

His kisses went higher, up the side of my neck where he stopped to nip and mark, which sent a shiver down my spine and made my dick jerk.

He hummed in pleasure and the sound went straight to my balls.

His clothes scratched over my naked skin and I hated that there was a barrier between us.

I wanted to feel him against me. I needed his dick inside me.

“Daddy, please.” I arched up into him, dragging my length against his cloth-covered thigh. “I need you naked. Want you so fucking bad.”

“Shhh.” His lips dragged over my jaw. “With time, boy. Let me make you feel good.”

The whine that escaped my throat might’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t so hungry for him. He licked the shell of my ear, his tongue hot, and nibbled on the lobe. He stroked his fingers across my hip bones, creating goose bumps that rippled over my abs.

Precum beaded at my slit. I groaned, rocking up into him, hoping for some friction. When his mouth found mine, I kissed him hard, grabbing his face with a desperation I wasn’t proud of. My fingers curled, holding him tighter.

I whimpered against the assault of his tongue on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pitching my hips forward again.

His body was bracketed by my legs, and he had nowhere to go, but that didn’t seem to worry him because the bastard wasn’t in a hurry.

He took his time to eat at my lips, letting me rut against him.

It was fucking torture.

“Daddy.” I bit his bottom lip and tugged it roughly. “I want your dick in me. Fucking now. Before we’re interrupted.”

“Hmm.” Zayn’s mouth curved delicately, eyes glittering in mischief. “I don’t know, boy. You deserve a little punishment for scaring me. You weren’t here when I arrived home. Perhaps I should stop this right now and leave you hard.”

I whined. “You said Daddies take care of their boys. So, take care of me.”

He grazed the tip of his nose over mine. “What’s the magic word?”

“You fucker?” I offered.

He laughed. “Nope.” He went to move off me, but I grabbed his upper arms to stop him from going anywhere, and it earned me raised eyebrows.

“Please, Daddy?” My voice was tiny, desperation thick and heady in the two simple words.

He stared at me, then ducked down for another short kiss. He slid off the bed and shed his clothing like a second skin, shimmying out of his suit pants and underwear as fast as possible. The moment his dick was free, relief swamped me, and I spread my legs wider.

My hard-on slapped against my lower belly, leaving behind a trail of precum, and after he slid back onto the bed between my thighs, he dipped down to lick it all up. He sucked the head of my dick into his mouth, and I jolted at the hit of pleasure that assaulted me.

“Oh fuck.” I bowed off the bed, holding in a yell, knees shaking.

He popped his lips back off my cock again and grinned, a drop of precum glinting at the corner of his mouth. “Such a beautiful boy. I’m so lucky you chose me to be your Daddy.”

I trembled and a whimper slipped out. “Please, Daddy. Take care of me. Fuck me.” To prove a point, I brought my legs up to my chest, exposing my hole. I probably looked needy, but my desire for him was more important than looking tough.

He brushed his knuckle along my cheek before he leaned over to the nightstand, dragging out the top drawer, then grabbing the essentials.

I sighed in relief when he dropped the condom and lube next to me and spread my knees farther so he had space.

He was gentle— too gentle —working me opening with his fingers and lube, and I decided he was still torturing me.

He nudged his fingers in deep, searching, and the moment he hit my prostate, he’d pull back again.

I whined and glared, and the asshole laughed quietly.

“What kind of Daddy are you, dude ?”

I received a pinch on the side of my thigh for that comment.

“Watch it, boy. Call me dude again and I’ll handcuff you to the bed and give you blue balls.” He looked serious, and I flinched at the thought. No, thank you.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

He snorted like he didn’t believe the apology, but he finally pulled back his fingers and worked a condom onto his thick dick.

Once the lube was on, he lined himself up to my hole and pushed inside slowly.

His width spread me, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through my veins and lighting me up. Fuck, he was big around.

He grasped my face between his hands and kissed me again. Everything was happening too slowly. My toes curled as I resisted the urge to jam my heels into his ass. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, but he ignored my cues to hurry the fuck up.

I growled in the back of my throat, and he grinned down at me when he broke the kiss.

“Impatient, aren’t you, boy?” He trailed more kisses down my jaw.

“You’ve made your point, Daddy. I fucked up. Come on. I’m sorry. Just fuck me.”

He hummed some more, and I was going crazy until he pitched his hips forward, hammering his dick deep into my asshole. I jerked in surprise and pleasure.

“Is that what you need, boy?” He pressed his nose into my neck and inhaled. “You smell so damned good. I want to devour you. Make you mine forever.”

“Do it,” I muttered. All I could concentrate on was the feel of his dick buried inside me. The pressure of pain and hunger bonded and became a big ball of desire in my stomach. I was on fire. Thirsty. Desperate. Parched for him to fuck the life back into me. “Fucking do it.”

He tsked and scraped his teeth over the pulse point at my throat, and I held my breath. Was he going to move or was this more punishment?

He rocked forward, and I hissed when the head of his dick brushed over my prostate.

An electrical current shot through me, and I shuddered.

My stomach turned to molten lava, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take of him dragging this out.

This was the worst torture I’d ever experienced, and I fought for cash in one of the most brutal illegal fight rings in the state.

I brought my knees against my chest, and he pressed down on them to get closer to me, and everything ached in the best way possible. My hole stretched around his dick. My body was twisted for pleasure. I craved more, especially the combination of agony and desire. Two peas in one fucked-up pod.

He didn’t leave me waiting for long and finally began to thrust. In and out. In and fucking out. His dick drove into me with long, deep strokes. Not fast, but not slow, either. It was the kind of pace that had me seeing stars. His mouth found mine and he fused our lips together.

I curled my arms around his neck and hauled him as close as I could get him.

He was warm and heavy and felt perfect on top of me.

My dick dragged between our abs, the friction squeezing out precum from my slit.

I clenched my eyes shut, getting lost in the moment of our bodies moving together, his length hammering into me both gently and hard at the same time.

He was right. This wasn’t fucking, he was making love to me, and it swept up my mind in a tornado of thoughts I pushed to the side.

Later. I could think about it all at a different time.

We moved as one and the sensations set my nerves on fire. I couldn’t last much longer, and all it took was one stroke directly against my prostate and it was over . My dick jerked between us, splashing our abs and chests with cum. I shook so roughly through my orgasm that my teeth rattled.

Zayn froze above me, groaning as he dropped his face into my neck. “Right there, boy. Damn. You feel so good.”

I laughed quietly, stroking my fingers down his spine as he came. Part of me wished I could feel his cum deep in my hole, but I knew better. Maybe we could get tested together. I got tested when I was able, and I got the new PrEP shot, but it was time to get tested again.

I didn’t ask him, though. Fuck that. Mom always said that sometimes it was best to keep things to ourselves, and I refused to embarrass myself. Even if he said we were more than a fuck, I didn’t quite believe him yet.

“You all right, Daddy?” I breezed my finger over the nubs of his spine as he melted bonelessly on top of me.

He chuckled. “You wrung me dry, boy. There isn’t any cum left in my balls.”

I smirked, a little—okay, a lot—proud of myself. “Well, maybe that’s the boy’s job. Make sure his Daddy’s got no jizz left in his nuts.”

He hummed in agreement and pushed himself up on his elbows to look at me. “You did a good job of that.” His lips caressed mine. “Now. You’re going to tell me everything that happened today while we clean up. And then we’re going to make sure Ginny and Bernadette haven’t destroyed their new room.”

I groaned but didn’t argue. How could I? After fucking me into the mattress, I would’ve jumped off a cliff if he asked me to. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”