Page 47 of Make Believe

Rafferty gently traces his fingers up and down my arm, giving the other two men time to collect themselves. The bear reaches down and grabs the twink’s face again. But this time he pulls him into a filthy kiss.

“I love you,” he grunts.

“I know, Master,” the twink says happily.

The bear nods at us, and my heart swells. He doesn’t say anything, but it feels like he’s thanking us. He’s telling me that I did good.

As they drift away, I don’t need to guess what Rafferty’s thinking because he’s back to murmuring in my ear. “You were magnificent, Kiki. Daddy loved watching that boy play with your cock. He was so good at it, so hot. You loved it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I croak, desperately trying to keep my cool.

This is already so much better than any party Stanley and I ever went to. This is completely the opposite of abandoning me. I feel like Rafferty McKenna and I are fusing together and becoming one being.

The next man who comes to us is a muscular gym rat who asks what Rafferty wants him to do to his doll. Rafferty gets me to move around so my head is in his lap. I expect him to make me suck his cock. But he just strokes my hair and tells me I’m beautiful while the gym rat takes his time eating me out and stretching me with his tongue. Then he fucks me. With a condom, of course, but it still leaves lube and spit dripping down my balls and thighs.

Rafferty asks me my color. I’m floating in a dream, but I tell him green. More men flock to us. He asks me my color after each one fucks me. When two of them want to double-team me, Rafferty is the one to reposition my tired, aching limbs so I can ride one of them while his buddy also penetrates me from behind.

Rafferty watches us, his hand resting just above the bulge in his pants. He hasn’t touched himself once.

But he’s ready for me now. I’m ready for him.

Unable to physically take much more, when he asks this time, I tell him my color is yellow, and he immediately wraps me in his arms.

“You were so incredibly perfect, Kadence,” he says, holding a bottle to my lips and gently tipping cooling water down my throat. The use of my other name helps Kiki fade away. I want to be present now with Rafferty. I want to talk to my Daddy as he coddles me and tells me that I’m gorgeous and hot and better than he ever could have imagined.

I feel more like myself than I ever have before. This complicated kink of mine—the way I have to juggle my needs in my regular life and in scenes—doesn’t seem so complicatedanymore. Not with Rafferty. I’ve never felt so cherished and wanted in my life.

I don’t care if this is just a summer fling. I don’t care if he never comes out of the closet. For now, this thing we have…it’s real.

Without speaking, I paw at his zipper. He understands, and within moments he has it open and shoves everything down so I can straddle his lap and ease his gloriously unsheathed length inside my well-stretched hole.

Everything those other men did was all just for my Daddy’s pleasure. Everything was only for him. I wrap my arms around his neck, just enough strength in me for one last ride.

I undulate slowly, and he meets every thrust. Our eyes don’t waver from each other. I stare into his soul as we move like the waves crashing on the shore.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whisper again.

But this time I lean down and kiss him on the mouth to prove that it’s really true.

CHAPTER 18

Rafferty

I comewith Kadence’s soft, cherry-sweet lips still on mine. He shudders and sighs, spurting only a little after everything he’s done tonight, then pretty much passes out in my arms.

Holy. Fuck.

I’m still reeling from finally coming after sporting a rock-hard erection for god knows how long. This has been, without a doubt the most thrilling erotic experience of my life.

And then the bastard kissed me.

My heart is racing a mile a minute as I tuck his face against my neck, stroking his damp hair as I soften inside him. This ‘I love you’ felt different from all the others in a way I can’t quite describe. But I was acutely aware of how we hadn’t kissed before. How much that felt like a hard limit.

Will Kadence regret it in the morning? Was he just overstimulated and exhausted?

Or did he really mean it?

There’s no way to know that until I can talk to him, and even then, I won’t push. He initiated the kiss. I’ll give him the room to tell me what that means.

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