Page 30 of A Little Christmas Jericho
"Daddy," I moaned, begging for more. "Please. I need you." My back arched up as he sucked at the sensitive skin in the hollow of my neck and shoulder, probably leaving a delicious love bite.
My begging was silenced by the sound the lube bottle being opened, and Colter covering himself liberally.
And then he was inside me.
Filling me.
Sogood.
"You're so tight," he ground out, his hands gripping my hips as he slowly thrust into me. "Fuck, baby. I'm not going to last so you better wrap that hand around your pretty cock. I need my good boy to come so I can fill you. Fill you nice and deep with my cum."
Holy shit. It wasn't fair that he was an expert dirty talker too. My cock leaked precum as he bottomed out, the head of his meaty erection brushing against that brilliant spot inside me. I rushed to follow his order, my hand tightening around myself, slowly tugging up and down as he started thrusting.
The louder I moaned, the harder my Daddy fucked me.
The feel of him was breath taking.
And then I felt it. My orgasm building. "Daddy," I cried. "I'm gonna—"
He bent over, kissed me silent before pulling away. "Come for me, baby. Come on Daddy's cock."
It rolled over me. As my balls emptied over my hands I felt him filling me, felt his pleasure, his seed, his essence marking me inside.
We stayed there for a while, both of us breathing heavily. Then Daddy slowly pulled out before getting up to get a clean washcloth. He made quick work of cleaning me up before pulling me into his arms and kissing me like he hadn't just fucked me silly.
I couldn't help the giggle that slipped out. "You keep kissing me like this, Doctor Daddy, you might have to repeat the performance you just gave me."
That's when my phone started ringing.
We both ignored it the first time, slowly trading kisses again. But when it started up a second time, Colter groaned into my mouth and pulled back just far enough to mumble. "You should probably get that, baby. But if it's your creepy ex, I'm going to hunt him down and kill him myself."
I reached for the phone on the nightstand, still breathless, and froze when I saw the caller ID. "It's my landlord," I said, frowning.
Colter's hand was still on my him when I answered.
"Hey Mr Vorster, what's up?"
The man's voice on the other end sounded off. Tight and uneasy. "Jericho, I didn't want to call too early, but I thought you should know... there was a break-in at your place last night."
My stomach dropped. "What?"
"A break-in, kid. The front door's damaged, and the cops have already been by. They said they'll want to talk to you, so I gave them your number. You'll probably be hearing from them soon."
Cold crept down my spine. My home had been invaded.
Colter must have seen my face change because he sat up immediately. "What happened, baby?"
I swallowed hard, still gripping the phone, holding up a finger to Colter, silently asking him to hold on. "Okay, thank you, Mr Vorster. Do you know if anything was stolen?"
The older man hummed on the other side before clearing his throat. "That's the thing. I couldn't see any big ticket items missing. But you'll probably be able to tell better. I can say your TV, kitchen appliances and gaming system were still there."
Fuck.
Was this Oscar, too?
Or even worse... could it mean that my creepy callerwasn'tOscar and actually someone far more sinister?
"Shit, okay," I finally responded to my landlord. "Thank you, Mr Vorster. Did they leave a number with you to reach them on, or should I just wait to hear from them?"
