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“I like it when you call me Ty.” He rasps again.
“You do?” I smile and bite my lip, a little embarrassed for some reason.
“Fuck yes. Say it again.”
“Ty.” I breathe out, and he moans.
“I want to turn around with you in my arms, throw you in my car and take you to my bed for the rest of eternity.”
“Fuck. I want that too.” I admit, and he growls, biting at my lower lip before kissing me hard. But do I want that? To be in his bed where he can do anything to me?
What the fuck is wrong with me? Of course, I do. It’s Tyler. Skipper. Daddy! He wouldneverhurt me.
Our kiss is long and heated and speaks more than words ever can. It’s a reminder to me that Ty and I are more than fuck buddies. Much like Shaun and me. Hell, to be honest, it's much like Simon, too. I just hope I can include Marcus and Garrett in that one day.
“I should go, Kitten.”
“Noooo,” I whine, and he chuckles.
“I have to. I can’t risk getting caught. I’d die if I were forced to stay away from you.”
“I’d die too,” I admit and nip at his lips.
“A lot has happened. I want you to seriously consider speaking with your mum about the video. She loves you, Kitten. She will help.”
I can’t bear the thought of revealing the video to Cynthia. I know I probably should because it’s clear that Julie wasn’t bluffing. She could do worse, like reveal to everyone thatI’mthe little girl in the video if I don’t bend to her will.
“I’ll think about it.”
Tyler smiles and takes my lips again, and I melt, tugging him close even though there’s no room left between our bodies.
“Kitten.” He draws back. “Stay safe, please. If things get too much, reach out to me. Don’t go running off on your own.”
I nod, and he kisses me once again. It’s like he can’t get enough of my lips, and I’ll admit, I can’t seem to get enough of his. Then he releases me, and my legs drop to the ground.
The loss of his body is instantly felt—the need to jump back into his arms almost overpowering. I know I’m being greedy, wanting him and the other guys too, but I refuse to fight it anymore.
I am Rhys George, and I’m determined to have my reverse harem!
8
Rhys
It’s been two hours, and staring at Big Jim, Little Jim, and Peter Rabbit hasn’t made Kitty stir once. I pick up Big Jim since he’s my favourite, and I glide my tongue up the long shaft and circle it around the wide head. Still, my vag stays asleep.
Fuck!
My coochie is broken!
It’s Friday, and I’ve taken a sick day, which is fucking warranted since I can’t get my Kitty to play. I woke up realising that it had been over twenty-four hours since I came, which is fucking unheard of in Rhystown, so I figured I should do the deed… yet I can’t get my lady boner.
I’ve tried soft porn, hard porn, lesbian porn, gay porn, animal porn—hey, don’t judge—I even jumped on a live cam, and still, there’s nothing going on down south. I’m officially damaged goods.
My phone starts ringing, and I see it’s a SnapChat video call from Shaun. I answer it quickly and wait until his smiling face comes onto my screen before I speak.
“Bossi, my vagina won’t work.”
Instantly his eyes go wide, and his smile drops as he darts his head, looking around him before whispering something to someone next to him. There’s some sort of commotion, and when he focuses on me again, a stupid grin is tugging at those full lips of his.
