“Oh yes, baby. There’s more.”
I flip her, taking full control as I loom over her and pound deep. And by the time I finish with her on her back, she’s a mess of tangled hair and swollen lips. She’s no longer capable of rational thought. She’s my doll, pliant and willing, sex-messed, and so fucking perfect my throat tightens, and tears burn at my bottom lids.
The last time I cried was when Stan died. For a second, my best friend and brother fills my thoughts.
I’m fucking sorry, man. I tried to hold back. I did. But now I get to take care of her forever. You can knock out another one of my teeth when we meet again. I deserve it.
Her soul’s locked in mine now.
Time we made it official.
Chapter Eight
Winona
“Shhhh, be still, baby. Daddy just needs to keep his cock warm.” Reuben’s deep voice seeps into my dreams as his hardness enters my sore entrance with slow, steady pressure.
I flinch at the singeing reminder of his size and the intimate pain of him taking my virginity, mixed together with a primal pulsing of lust that has forever changed me.
The man I have viewed as my father for more years than the six I’ve spent under his guardianship is moving inside me, his rugged fingers adjusting my legs as his massive body tucks me into his chest.
“That’s my girl.” He pauses for a second, as I hiss on a wince when he pulls my leg over his hip, resting it on the side of his body so he can get a better angle for his effort. “Go back to sleep. It’s just a dream, like all the other dreams before.”
I’m not sure what that means. Is he so far into my head that he knows I’ve dreamed of this for years? Wondered what waswrong with me that I touched myself under the sheets at night, thinking about the man I called Daddy teaching me how to ease the ache that nothing else seemed to quell?
He forces himself deeper after I release a long breath into his chest, his thick arms cradling me tight as he pushes his thickness all the way inside.
I’m still sticky and messy from earlier. I’m not sure what time it is, but there is a peek of sun cutting through the dust in the air of his bedroom from the closed blinds.
The night went on and on after he first penetrated my feminine spaces with that impossibly large erection that never seems to lose its arousal.
He cleaned my pussy with his mouth after he tore my innocence away, just like he said he would, kissing it all better as I shook and cried. From the pain, yes, but also from happiness. He alternated pushing his cum back up inside me with thick, persistent fingers, then kissing, licking, and sucking my clit, sending me into another orgasm from which I wasn’t sure I would ever return.
Then it was warm washcloths and sweet words telling me how well I did. Giving me that praise I crave from him.
He’s always been that kind of juxtaposition. I know he and my father weren’t always on the right side of the law. I remember eavesdropping on late night conversations when they came home in the dark, drinking whiskey, gathering ice into towels from the freezer to put on their knuckles or a swollen eye.
They never frightened me. They both lit up like a sunrise whenever I would enter a room. All the hardness and violent conversation would turn to care and sincere interest in whatever childlike babble would come from my mouth.
Now it’s the same but different, as Reuben’s thickness settles inside me, staying still as his breathing evens out and his fingers brush down my hair.
I fall back asleep with him inside me, his erection as thick as my forearm, filling me as I drift back into dreamland with his steady breath warming my cheek.
“Your snug little pussy is hugging me so nice,” he rasps as I shift and try to stretch, but he’s still inside me. I’m not sure how long I… we... slept like this with his cock just owning me down there, pressed to my cervix like that.
He must have the willpower of a saint to keep from moving, not fucking me, just…being there, like he is part of me and has every right to use my body in whatever way he chooses.
“It’s still too big.” I yawn into his chest, my mouth dry as the sudden realization that what we’ve done—what we are still doing—surely can’t go on forever.
What about my mother? She will never stand for this.
Darkness seeps into the intimacy of the moment. I’m sleeping in Reuben’s bed, his arms banded around my body like I’m his possession. The thought of my mom knowing about this turns my stomach inside out.
“Reuben?” I start, but trail off, not even sure what to ask or say. There’s no playbook for what’s going on here. And who knows if this was just a momentary lapse of judgment on his part, and he’s lying here, wondering how to unravel this mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.
“Baby,” he answers, unwrapping his arms and shifting back so I’m looking up into the hard angles of his face. I note the deeper lines around his eyes, the ruddiness of his skin, the way his eyebrows raise as he looks down at me, his cock still lodged in my pussy. “You know everything is different now.”
I nod. “I know. It’s okay. We made a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked you to look at me like I did.”
