Page 54 of Like Fathers, Like Son
His hand moved fast, catching around the back of my neck, and he tried dragging me closer, even as I fought to resist the extra pressure on the knife.
“Fucking kill me, or you’re gonna regret it. End me. Put a stop to the monster I’ve become…please…“ his voice cracked on that last word, and when I risked looking into his eyes again, I could see how tortured he was, how much pain he was in. Not physical pain, but the intense emotion from before. The hatred he had for himself since he’d started turning the blame inward.
“Blaze-”
“KILL ME!” He roared, pulling hard at my neck as he stepped forward.
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Itshouldhaveworked.It should have FUCKING worked, but that bitch, somehow she angled the knife and instead of it plunging into my gut like I’d hoped, it just skimmed across my skin, and somehow hit the floor beside us.
“FUCK!” My fingers slid into her hair and gripped tightly, both of her hands flying up to try and loosen my hold as she yelped with pain.
“That hurts, Blaze!”
“Why didn’t you just fucking do it?” I screamed at her, getting right in her face. She was shaking all over, terrified and angry too, but I wasn’t going to let her get away with failing me. I’d given her every chance to get away from me, to free herselfand meat the same fucking time.
Stepping back, I dragged her with me and forced her to turn, shoving her forward against the counter with a thud and another yelp of pain from her.
“You could have ended this!” I grabbed the waistband of those sweats she wore and dragged them down, leaning over her to use my body weight to restrain her when she started to struggle again.
“Stop it, Blaze! You can’t do this!” I reached between us and shoved my own pants down, freeing my cock and stroking the hard length as I smeared the precum over the tip.
“You’re gonna wish you were wet, because this is gonna hurt.” I shoved her legs apart with my feet, and guided my cock in the direction of her pussy. I couldn’t really see what I was doing, but all I had to do was find the fucking hole, right?
Why the fuck was this so difficult? I couldn’t get in because she was dry, and I was at the wrong angle. I reached around and slapped my palm over her mouth as I leaned close to her ear.
“Get my palm fucking wet, or I’ll fuck you dry and tear you up.”
She bit me instead, the bitch, so I shoved her face-down against the counter and reached for my dick again. My palm was actually bleeding where her teeth had bitten down, but it wasn’t enough, but then… I smeared my hand over my two shiny new stab wounds on my stomach, hissing with delicious pain as I brushed over them and renewed the stinging in both places. The blood made my hand slide a little, so I figured it’d be worth a try as lube, right?
I reached between us again and smoothed my hand over my cock, and then while she was trying to stomp on my foot with one of hers, I jammed a finger up into her, and wiggled it around, trying to spread the blood around enough to ease my way.
I managed to get a second finger in her, and fucked her with them, sliding them back and forth and twisting them, as moisture started to coat them. I don’t think she was actually getting wet for me by choice. I think her body was just trying to prevent itself from injury.
I used her juices to wet my dick, and guided it inside her with a sharp thrust. It didn’t just hurt her though, it hurt me too. Not enough to kill my boner, but Jesus, enough to remind me that I needed that wetness to protect me too. I’d read that men could tear their foreskin by going in too hard and dry, and fuck… if it hurt more than that, I was never gonna risk it.
“Please, Blaze, please please please don’t do this. Please stop,” Anneka whimpered, as I drew back and thrust deep again, a low groan rumbling through my chest at the way she felt around my dick. So hot, so silky, wet enough that it was feeling good for me now.
“You had a chance to stop this, Anneka. You had a way out, but you chose this instead. You chose me. Us. Take this now, because this is us, this is our future. Our first baby. Take every fucking stroke of my cock.”
I’d stopped ramming so brutally, because there really wasn’t much point. Hard already felt good, so why go overboard? She was whimpering still, but she’d stopped fighting me, so maybe it felt better for her now too.
Why did that suddenly matter to me? I leaned over her again, and pressed my lips against her shoulder, ignoring the way she flinched at my touch. I trailed my lips up the side of her neck, to her cheek. As my lips reached her ear, I whispered to her.
“It’s all for you, babe. Take my cock like a queen who fucking stabbed her king. You fought back and it was beautiful, perfect.Youwere beautiful and perfect. This doesn’t have to be painful. Let me make it good for you.“ She hadn’t been crying, but now she started to cry, silent sobs that made her body heave, and you know what?That felt fucking good too.
I kept adding caresses and soothing words as I fucked her, no longer intent on giving her pain, but on drawing pleasure from her. It wasn’t just about guilt, or even specifically wanting to make her feel good, but as much about drawing more of those shamed tears from her, because now that I was being more gentle, she was starting to respond, even if she didn’t realise it.
Her hips pushed back against me now and then, like she wanted to feel my dick hitting deep on my inward thrusts, and I was more than happy to oblige. It was different. It wasn’t just an act of pure violence and cruelty this time.
I was feeling things I hadn’t felt since I was a kid and first saw her in her garden, with that flame red hair. Eight years had passed, and now she was mine. Suddenly this felt more right than anything ever had in my life.
I practically wrapped myself over her as I kept fucking her, my lips trailing over her neck and shoulder, finally aiming for her lips, despite the odd angle.
She dodged me, and that pissed me off, but still, it wasn’t going to stop me filling her with my cum, because this was how we’d make our baby, and start off a renewed future together. No longer fuelled by just my hate, but also by a remembrance of those warm feelings I’d had for her.
