Page 44 of Like Fathers, Like Son
I brushed a thumb over one of her nipples, not missing the shiver that ran through her as I did it. Interesting. I lowered my mouth, sliding my tongue around the nipple, pressing harder on the second circuit around it. That made her shudder even more intensely. I grinned to myself as I sucked on it, and she gasped raggedly.
“Stop,” she whimpered as I did it again. Yeah… while my cock was still softening inside her, I wanted to make her come hard. I wanted her to suck my cum deeper into her, as she enjoyed the things I was doing to her.
I slid my fingers between us, stroking and teasing, and watching her for when I reached lower, and found what I was looking for.They say that the clit’s so hard for men to find, but if it’s so fucking hard, why do I find it first time whenever I try?
“Blaze, please don’t!”
I went back to sucking on her nipples, one after the other, circling and rubbing at her clit, which was slippery as hell with my cum as my cock started softening.
I kept rubbing, watching for every twitch and shudder, every gasped breath, every ripple of pleasure. I wanted to know her so well that I could read every fucking tic, and know exactly how to manipulate her.
Anneka
I WAS DOING MY best to fight the way his actions were sending tingles of pleasure through me, because right now the last thing I wanted was to feel good. He was so brutal and cruel, and this was just another form of abuse. Another way to destroy my spirit, and my soul.
I closed my eyes, wanting to retreat from that satisfied look on his face as I lost the battle, and pleasure rippled through my body, emanating from where my pussy clenched around his softening cock, dragging a low groan from him.
“Bastard,” I hissed at him, and he laughed triumphantly, leaning down to try and kiss me, knowing he was pressing against my poor tender clit as he did.
“Most women would be fucking grateful for an orgasm like that, you high maintenance bitch.” He gave up his attempts to kiss me after I dodged him enough times, and pushed away from me, dragging his soft dick out of me as he moved.
Disgustingly, he leaned close again and started pushing his fingers inside me, what… was he pushing his cum back inside me? That sick bastard. As if he hadn’t abused me enough already!
All I wanted to do was curl up and cover myself, and hide from his gaze. And all I wantedfor himwas for him to fall down the stairs and die, so I told him as much. He started laughing, a low chuckle at first, building until he was resting his hands on his knees, doubled over with laughter.
“What? Why is that funny, you sick asshole?”
He fought to catch his breath, standing up and bracing a hand on the bedframe as he did.
“It’s just so ironic that you said that to me. I mean… well, it’s almost like you know.”
We stared at each other for a long moment, presumably while he was waiting for me to ask what the fuck that meant, and I fought the urge because I really didn’t want to give him anything he wanted.
Finally he just shrugged and turned to leave the room, leaving me uncovered and dripping cum, because he was a savage asshole who didn’t give a crap about my wellbeing.
“Fine. Why?”
He halted in the doorway, that chuckle rumbling through his chest again as he turned to look at me. He had a hand braced against the doorframe, and he’d have looked so sexy if he hadn’t been the creep who’d just raped me.Again.
“You really wanna know?”
I glared back at him, fighting the urge to tell him to go fuck himself, finally nodding jerkily. He grinned widely at me.
“Because that’s exactly how I killed your dad.”
I felt like someone had just punched me in the chest, reacting with horror under his ever watchful gaze. Yeah, he was literally taking pleasure in my shock and devastation, as he confirmed that he’d murdered my father. Could it really be true? Was it him? Was he just taking credit for it, so that he could fuck my brain up even more?
“I don’t believe… I don’t believe you. You… you were a kid, I mean, they said he’d been dead a few years. You’d have been a kid, Blaze.”
He leaned his naked butt against the doorframe and folded his arms.
“Yep. Eleven actually, but back then I’d have insisted I wasn’t a kid anymore. Do you want the story, or do you wanna just sit there and pretend like you give a shit? He was an asshole, babe. Don’t pretend like you’re not glad he’s gone.”
I gasped, but at the same time I realised that he might not exactly be wrong. My only memories of my father were of an angry man, who mostly just made me afraid of him, because the wrong word or action could set him off yelling. He’d never physically struck me or my mother, but his rages were terrifying.
Ihadbeen glad when he’d left. Maybe not immediately, because it was so scary to suddenly be without his presence, but yeah… he wasn’t the best dad, was he? Did he deserve to die though?
“See, you know I’m right. That guy was a monumental prick, with a major attitude problem, and he deserved to die. Shall I tell you? Yeah… let me tell you. See, I was in your bedroom, reading your diary… Jesus, probably jerking off on your pillow or something, I dunno. You and your mum were away at your gran’s, and he let himself in to get something from your mum’s room. We argued and uh… yeah, I shoved him down the stairs. At the time I was freaked out, even though it felt so fucking exhilarating to take his life. My dads helped me dispose of him, you know, because it wasn’t a first for them. You were better off with him gone, weren’t you? You’re welcome, by the way.”
