Page 20 of My Boyfriend's Hitman Daddy

"Tobias—" I whine, but he stops me by kissing me deeply before pulling back and responding.

"I’ve changed my mind. You're not going to come until I'm inside of you. Are you ready?"

Am I? I watch as he rolls the briefs off his body and discards them, and the enormous cock he reveals has my mouth going dry. How am I ever going to be able to take him?

All of these questions are swimming through my mind, yet I still open my mouth and tell him, "Yes…Yes, I'm ready."

He crawls onto the bed and settles himself between my legs, and then he's on top of me, covering my body with his. The feeling of his bare skin against mine is incredible, and when I feel the length of his cock sliding against my slit, I can't help the loud moan that slips past my lips.

He looks into my eyes as he guides himself into me, inch by inch, filling me up so completely. I hiss between my teeth as he starts, but his words and hands soothe me. At first, my pussy clenches hard, and I'm afraid he isn't going to fit, but he's so slow and careful that little by little, my inner walls begin to open up.

Tobias told me he isn't a patient man, but he takes his time filling me, and the sharp feeling of stretching morphs gradually into a pleasurable fullness. It's the best thing I've ever felt.

Once he's fully seated inside me, he doesn't move. He looks down at me, a smile on his lips, and says, "God, you feel so fucking good, Teagan. You're perfect. Your pussy is made for my cock."

I moan and buck beneath him, urging him to move.

He leans down and kisses me, whispering, "Patience, baby girl. I want to savor every second of this."

His mouth finds the crook of my neck and begins to trail kisses and licks there, making my whole body shiver. As his mouth explores my skin, Tobias begins to move his hips. It's slow at first, but then his thrusts become faster and harder, and the bed is rocking. Each thrust has him pushing against that secret spot inside of me, and the sensation is so deep and intense that I know I’m going to come harder than I’ve thought possible. My legs are shaking, and tears prick the corners of my eyes.

I'm gasping, moaning, crying out his name. "Tobias!"

He groans and buries his face against my neck, breathing me in. His thrusts are harder now, and I can tell by the sound of his breath in my ear that he's just as close as I am.

"Untie me," I beg. "Please, I'm dying to touch you."

He growls, a low rumbling in his chest, and I'm sure he's going to deny me. At the last second, though, his hand shoots up and he pulls the knot free, and I can finally put my hands against the warm skin of his chest, caressing him and wrapping my arms around his neck as he takes me with hard, merciless strokes.

He pulls his head up, and his eyes lock onto mine. "Come for me," he demands.

I gasp, the dirty words making the pleasure in the pit of my stomach swell. It's all so overwhelming. He’s everywhere, his hands and mouth roaming my body, his thick girth driving into me. All the sensations build, and the next time his hips rock against mine, I break.

It all sends me spiraling, and the orgasm I've been chasing crashes through me. Tobias isn't far behind, and as I convulse around him, his whole body stiffens. With a final thrust, he fills me with his release, his rigid tool buried to the hilt.

"Fuck, Teagan," he gasps, pressing his forehead to mine.

We're both sweaty and panting, and for a moment, we stay there, just enjoying the moment and the afterglow. When he finally does move, he slides out of me slowly, and I whimper at the feeling.

He rolls off the bed and goes to the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth that he uses to clean us up. He throws the cloth onto the floor before settling into the bed and pulling me into his arms.

"How are you doing?" he asks. "Are you sore?"

"Only a little," I admit.

"Then you'll be just fine for the next round."

"The next round?" I ask, surprised.

He grins. "You don't think this is over, do you? This was just round one, and if you think I'm letting you go now that I have you, you're sorely mistaken."

8

TOBIAS

Teagan is finishing her breakfast, chasing it with enough coffee to give anyone the shakes, but I guess I can't blame her.

It's late afternoon, and I kept her in bed for hours this morning. Now she's mine for good. My touch, my ownership, is written all over her body. My name is the only one she'll ever cry, and my bed is the one she'll sleep in for the rest of her life.

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