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“Uh, um-ah, you, you need to stop!”
But he doesn’t – thank heavens he doesn’t. He holds my knees wide apart and sucks and licks my nub, over and over. I pant and tremble. And then a choir of angels start singing. I join them, a high-pitched soprano while Aidan is the perfect bass with his deep grunts. I reach the crescendo and my whole body spasms.
The hymn finally fades, and I slowly open my eyes.
“Will I go to hell now?”
Aidan raises before me and wipes his mouth. His brown hair is sticking out in all directions and he’s breathing hard.
“Maybe, but not until you unzip my trousers and drop to your knees.”
“What?”
His eyes are hooded and I can see the glint of his teeth. “I’ve made you feel good – don’t you think I deserve to feel good too?”
“I suppose.” I’m still dazed, and I shake my head to clear it and correct my answer. “Of course you do. You do so much for me, I’d do anything to make you feel good too.”
A low growl fills the quiet room. “Nothing will make me feel better than having my cock in your little mouth.”
“Mr Byrne!”
“Imagine what Father Murray would say, if he knew you had a man in your mouth.”
I gasp as a new rush of heat forms between my legs.
14
Aidan
Caitlin’s pupils blow and she drops to her knees.
Having Caitlin scream her release while leaning against Finbar’s favourite display cabinet – the one with old-fashioned Irish jewellery, Claddagh rings and Celtic cross necklaces – is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, maybe a close second after gazing down at her on her knees in front of me, licking those cute plump pink lips. Her shirt is gaping with one perky tit still out of her bra. There’s a scattering of freckles on top of her breast and the nipple is light pink. I’m tempted to suck it into my mouth, but it will have to wait, as I’m too eager to find out how much of my length she’s able to suck into hers.
I help her unzip and bring my hard cock out of my pants. Her gulp is loud, and I almost laugh at her shocked expression. I guess it’s the first time she’s been face to face with an angry cock.
“What do I do, Mr Byrne?”
Her sweet, innocent question licks a path of desire down my abs.
“Well, first I think we’re past you calling me by my lastname.”
“Oh!” The gratitude shining from her eyes is absurd with my cock pointing at her mouth.
“You can call me… Daddy.”
“Pardon?”
A thrill is running down my spine at the wrongness of it all. I hadn’t planned to ask her to call me Daddy, but adding this layer of depravity is making this even hotter – making my revenge even more wicked.
“I’ll be your daddy, and Daddy has just made his girl feel really good. Now, you need to make Daddy feel good.”
Her eyes widen and her tit is trembling as she takes a stuttered breath through her parted lips.
“Yes, Daddy.”
My cock twitches as heat zaps up the length. I’m liking this more than I thought I would.
“Lick Daddy’s cock,” I rasp. “Like a Mister Whippy.” She sticks her tongue out and touches the tip against my head. “Is that the way you lick ice cream?”
