Page 43 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“That’s horrible! That’s sick and fucking insane!”
Blaze laughed again, leaning on one hand as he watched me edging away from him, panic making my attempts more erratic by the second.
“You say that, but we grew up with three amazing parents who loved us and taught us well.”
“Like how to be psycho kidnapping rapists? Blaze, this is so fucked up, I don’t even know where to start!”
“Still judging my family, eh? Still thinking you’re better than us. Fucking bitch that you are, you think you’re so superior, when your parents couldn’t even stay together long enough to raise you properly.”
“Fuck you!”
He moved fast, pinning me beneath his half naked body, and I let out a scream of panic and despair.
“Aw that’s so cute, babe. Screaming is kinda hot, so feel free to keep doing it as I fuck you. It’s not like I’m gonna bother making it feel good, what with you being such an unbelievably stuck up bitch.”
He unzipped his jeans, and shoved them down enough to free his cock, and I started struggling beneath him.
“Please, Blaze, don’t do this. Please. It won’t make me love you. I’ll always hate you for it.”
He shrugged as he forced my legs apart, and moved between them.
“I honestly don’t give a shit. You had your chance to deserve my kindness, and my love, and you threw it away.”
He spat on his hand, and smoothed it over his dick, and then he guided it down and started pressing inside me.
“Blaze, no! I don’t… no, please…” I started to cry, pure helplessness washing over me, as he kept rocking back and forth while he completely ignored my pleas.
When his cock was finally seated deep inside me, he leaned forward to stare down at me from so close,too close, that it made me feel even more overwhelmed by him.
“I’m your first, and your only, Anneka, but guess what? You’re mine too. I waited for you, for this.For us.”
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Blaze
Ididn’tmeantotell her that. I didn’t mean to give her anything personal that she could try and use against me, because that was the thing with Anneka. She couldn’t be trusted, and she would use any tool at her disposal to hurt me and my family.
“Blaze-”
“Time to shut the fuck up, Anneka. You’re here purely for my pleasure, and the sound of your voice doesn’t please me right now.” I placed a hand over her mouth to stop her, because I knew she wouldn’t just shut up because I told her to.
She was crying again, and it was pretty. Her tears suited her, like they were a decoration for my pleasure, and I appreciated the effort. Maybe she wasn’tallbad.
“Keep crying, babe. I find it really fucking hot.” I relished the way she winced every time I thrust into her, every time my hips met hers. I was fucking her so hard I could hear my flesh slapping against hers.
I was glad I’d waited for her to be my first, and even more relieved that no other fucker had been inside her. She was always meant to be mine, even if she’d betrayed me in the worst way.
Thinking about that while I was fucking her was a bad move. My free hand closed around her throat and I squeezed, grinning at the panicked look in her wide eyes.
“It’s such a shame I hate you so much, Anneka, because I think I could have loved you. We could have been doing this because we both wanted it. Why did you have to fuck everything up?”
She was uttering muffled whimpers, as I slammed into her harder and harder. All I wanted was for her to hurt, for her to feel pain instead of pleasure. For her to understand what it felt like to not be fucking blessed, like she’d been her entire life.
Her eyes were starting to drift closed as lack of oxygen affected her, and this time I really didn’t want her to miss the best part, releasing her throat and enjoying her ragged gasps for air, as I filled her with my cum once more.
I’d keep filling her and filling her, until it took root, until it created our fucking child. Or children. Who knows, maybe I could fill her with enough cum to make twins.
“I hate you,” she hissed as I stared down at her, bathed in the afterglow of my orgasm, and our second attempt at making life. She hated me alright, but she’d hate me more if I made her enjoy it, wouldn’t she?
