Page 89 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“You think men are the only ones who watch porn? You think women don’t get horny too? You think we don’t watch stuff like that while we ride our fingers at nights, if we don’t have someone to do those things with? I was a virgin, Blaze. Virgins get horny as fuck, or at least I did.”
Jesus Christ, if she said ‘porn’, ‘virgin’, or ‘horny’ again, I was going to lose my control and fuck her face like a savage. My fingers tightened in her hair, and she winced.
“I know you don’t like the hair colour, Blaze, but if you pull out all my hair, you’ll like that even less.”
I grinned, tugging lightly at her hair, as in not enough to hurt, but just to be playful which wasn’t the norm for me.
“You know, I was worried I’d broken you with all the shit I did, but you seem to be getting stronger and sassier, and I like it. Kinda want to shut you up with my cock though. You gonna demonstrate your deepthroating skills from all your porn-watching, babe? I wanna feel you swallowing him down.”
Fuck me, instead of bitching about it, or telling me to go to hell, she tried exactly that and it felt so fucking good. Even when she gagged and tried to pull back, it was just awesome. I let her move in the end, because if I let her breathe, she’d keep going and that was all I wanted in this moment. More of Anneka’s mouth around my cock.
I grabbed one of her hands and guided it to my balls, because they were feeling left out, and I was feeling all about fairness right now.
“Cup them, babe. Rub them, but not too hard. They’re-Jesus… yeah, like that. Exactly like that, but fucking suck me too, dammit.”
Her eyes narrowed at me in a glare, but she did as I demanded, trying to deepthroat me again. Suddenly all I could think about was those porn videos I’d seen where a woman would hang her head over the bed, so a guy could fuck her throat like a pussy. Jesus, I really wanted to do that right now, but I didn’t get the chance.
The next time she gagged on my dick and I kept it in her throat, her grip tightened on my balls in retribution, and that was all it took. I relished that surge of pleasure that rippled through me as I jetted my cum down her throat.
She choked on that too, but I let her breathe after, because I was feeling such strong affection for this woman who just gave her first fucking blowie, and mine, and nailed it.
“That was epic, babe. I’m gonna want a lot of those, but I’ll tongue-fuck you for every one of them, don’t worry.”
“How fucking generous of you, Blaze,” she griped, trying to get up from the floor, even as my hand on her shoulder kept her there.
“What now? I can’t give you another one just yet, can I?!” Sassy and getting sassier, and I was definitely getting off on it.
“Babe, you look so pretty on your knees, all teary-eyed and slobbery, with my cum still tingling your tastebuds like that.”
Anneka
HE REALLY HAD A knack for saying the most assholey things, but somehow it was like it was part of his charm. He didn’t have much of it, so I couldn’t exactly knock the little he did have.
He was giving me that usual arrogant look, but his fingers had gentled when they returned to my hair, stroking gently through it in an almost affectionate way.
“I really need to get off my knees, Blaze. I’m carrying your baby, remember?”
He rolled his eyes as he offered his uninjured hand so I could get up.
“Clearly you’re going to milk that excuse for the entire fucking duration of being up the duff,” he commented as he pushed me down onto the bed, and rolled over me. The moment he tried putting any weight on his injured arm, he cursed as it refused to bear his weight and he almost fell on me.
“Fuck’s sake. Guess I’m about to get on my fucking knees now then.” He scrambled off me, and looped his arm around my hips to drag me to the foot of the bed, and then he dropped to his knees between my legs. He was already easing my sweatpants down, and freeing up my vulnerable but wet pussy to his eager gaze.
“Babe, I can smell how turned on you are, and that smell is fucking sexy as hell. Can’t get enough of it,” he murmured as he pressed my legs apart, and buried his face between them. My sweatpants weren’t even fully off, still hanging off one leg as he pinned my hips with his palms and started tonguing me in earnest, lapping at my wetness and groaning as he swallowed.
“You taste even better, so just shut up and lay there for a bit, babe… I’m gonna be a while down here.”
He wasn’t kidding.He spent so long, licking and nibbling at me that he pushed me through not one, but two orgasms that threatened to snap my back in half, and then he was on top of me, gliding inside me, and there was no cruelty, no meanness, just delicious friction and intensity.
Intensity; because his eyes never left mine, even as he had to brace himself on one arm, and winced occasionally when he tweaked his back or his shoulder. He just stared me down, his lips taking mine now and then, as he rode me to his own climax.
For the first time ever, it was like it should always have been. Intense for the right reasons, because I could actually feel that he cared, that he maybe even loved me. Intense; because he was laser focused on me and my comfort throughout, and because he looked as desperate to fill me as he always had, even though he’d already impregnated me.
This version of Blaze was too easy to fall in love with, because I felt like I was seeing the real him, the version of him hidden under all the anger, and pain, and revenge. This Blaze was the sweet, intense man who’d had the weirdest upbringing, but was somehow still human and real.
This version of Blaze was mine; all I wanted, and the future I’d never expected but was now committed to. I felt like I finally understood him, which is why his behaviour the next day shocked the hell out of me.
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