“No. Look at me while I fuck you, wife.”I open my eyes and our gazes lock as he thrusts into me slow and long and deep. So deep that he hits a place I didn’t think existed.With each roll of his hips, he not only fills up the emptiness, but he also engraves himself into that large space in my heart that he’s been occupying for years.The space that kept growing without my permission and wouldn’t stop.His lips find my forehead, my cheek, my nose, my collarbone as he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking addictive. So fucking mine.”And then he claims my mouth, his tongue emulating the same depth of his cock. They both pick up speed, his tongue and his cock, making the table hit the wall with each powerful rock of his hips.He kisses like he fucks, with maddening urgency and impeccable control. He kisses like he never wants to separate his lips and tongue from mine. And I’m a goner for his possessive dominance, for the way he handles me with sure command, for the way he k
NathanielI knew something was wrong the moment I saw Gwyneth sneaking up behind a car.Then came King’s fucking loud voice, because he doesn’t know how to stay quiet.Then Aspen’s full-body shudder as she barely remains upright.But the only person I care about is the girl who’s standing in front of them, her mouth falling open and her nails clinking against each other fast, as if she’s on a mission to injure herself.I step to her side, holding her elbow because she’s on the verge of something, and it’s not something good.Her gaze slides to mine and it’s a myriad of confused, muted colors as she gulps. “Nate…they said…Dad…called her my mother. It’s not true, right?”I tighten my jaw, then glare at King, who’s clenching his fists because he knows he fucked up. He couldn’t just keep quiet. No, he had to make a scene and have her find out this way.He hasn’t been subtle at all since he woke up from the coma. Even I could see that his animosity toward Aspen was uncalled for. She hit ba
“You shut up, shut up! You ruined my life, you fucking asshole, and you don’t even remember it, so don’t stand there thinking you’re better than me. You’re not.”“Oh, I don’t just think I’m better than you, I am. It’s a fucking fact. I didn’t throw away a few hours old baby in the cold, not caring whether she lived or died. I raised her, I took care of her. I became both her father and mother when you were living your life with not a care in the world. So go back to that life and leave us the fuck alone. You vanished once. Surely you can do it again.”“I didn’t vanish. And who the hell are you to judge me? Were you there when I carried her in my womb when I was a fucking kid? When I couldn’t sleep at night, terrified something would happen to her?”“No, but I was there for the following twenty years when you fucking weren’t, witch. And I will continue to be there when you’re gone.”“I’m not going anywhere.”“Yes, you will.”“You can’t make me, Kingsley.”“Fucking watch me.”Tears are
GwynethNate is gone.He disappeared the same day my life shattered to pieces after I learned I’ve had a mother all along who didn’t know I existed.The same day my dad threatened to remove her from my life again.The same day I cried until there were no tears left, then instead of going home, I went to Nate’s apartment because I needed him. Not anyone else, just him.He’s the only one who’s able to chase away the chaos and make me feel at peace.He’s the only one I think of when my world splinters to pieces. It’s not that he mends it together—he’s not my fixer. He’s just the other half who helps me in being me.In fighting away the emptiness.But he wasn’t there and his phone was turned off.So I called Sebastian and he said he had no clue where his uncle was. He still doesn’t. Because Nate left nothing behind and the perpetrator is my father.I could feel it deep down in my heart that Dad had something to do with it. Not only did he drive Nate away, but he also made him the devil an
She was always there, at the back of my mind, and during every birthday where I cried because she didn’t want me.Turns out, that was never the case.I mourned you.She said.Every year, I mourned you.She appears flawless in her dark blue pantsuit with her red hair falling to her shoulders. As always. She’s the most elegant, classy woman I’ve ever seen.“Please don’t go.” She stops a safe distance away, not attempting to take a seat. “I just…want to talk to you.”“We never talked in the past. You hated me and I hated you.”“I never hated you. I just…hate your father, and you were an extension of him, in a way, but not anymore. You’re an extension of me, too.”“No, I’m not. I told you, I don’t want anything to do with you.”“I know and I understand, but I just want a chance, no matter how small, just one chance to prove that I care, that I always have. A few months ago, I got drunk while visiting the grave that I thought was my daughter’s, but now, I know it isn’t, and I’m so thankful f
Kingsley“I’m pregnant, Dad.”I choke on the water I’ve been drinking, the splatters scattering on the table.There are only a few things that can make a father lose his shit. Having my baby daughter, my little angel, telling me this news nearly sends me back into a coma.We’re having dinner and she just blurted it out as if she’s talking about how much vanilla ice cream she needs for the week. No, it’s worse. She’s dead serious when she talks about vanilla ice cream. Now, she’s just apathetic—meek almost.My little Gwen has left and there’s only the shadow of her that is left behind. She hasn’t been eating or sleeping well, and she’s constantly in this daze that I haven’t been able to reach inside of.And it’s not for lack of trying.I’ve been preparing her favorite green tea with vanilla, but she gets teary-eyed whenever she sees it. She barely touches any of her vanilla stuff anymore.She didn’t even eat ice cream for a week. That’s when I knew something was really wrong. It’s poss
“Three.”“How about the doctor?”“I went to an OB-GYN.”“Can you repeat what he or she did and said?”“He ran a blood test and said I’m five weeks pregnant, because they detected the pregnancy hormone but I forgot its name.” She sighs. “Now, are you going to stop interrogating me like I’m a witness in court?”I stagger in my seat, still narrowing my eyes. Usually, people can’t withstand my rapid-fire questioning. It’s how I crush my opponents since, for normal people, it takes them a long time to think of a lie.I’ve never used it on Gwen before, but she could’ve known about it. Did she come prepared for my reaction?“So?” She lifts her chin.“So what?”“Are you going to do the right thing?”“The right thing would be to abort the baby and divorce Nate so you can live your life.”“No!”“Gwen, listen to me—”“No, you listen to me. If Mom had aborted me, I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t have known you, and I wouldn’t have been born as your daughter. She was fourteen and had every right to
NathanielI knew this would be hard, but I didn’t think it would be this fucking unbearable.There’s always been an emptiness inside me—it comes with all the baggage of being an unwanted child. But I’ve managed it well through the years.Or, I thought I had.Turns out, I was only numbing it with no way to effectively deal with it. Which is why I’m here, in the middle of nowhere.On the mountain.I’ve done a lot of hiking and thinking, mostly about her.The girl I left behind without a word because her dick of a father is testing me.“Stay away for a while and take the time off as an overdue vacation,” he told me that day. “If she’s really serious about you, she won’t move on. But if she does move on, you will fuck off from her life.”He also wants ten percent of my shares, which will give him the majority in W&S. We agreed to never sell our shares to outsiders or each other in order to keep an equal power balance. But he’s using the circumstances to twist my arm.I agreed anyway. Fuck
And that really got my goat, making me angry. I was a dean’s list student at school, and got A’s for crying out loud. Plus, I was a part-time cashier at the student bookstore too, juggling academics and a job, so his comments about me not being mature made my ears burn, hot tears suddenly stinging in my eyes. Sure, I hadn’t been acting so mature lately but I thought Mr. Parker liked it. So sitting back, I bit one out.“Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Fine, I’m listening.”And Rob shook his head again.“Listen baby, I’m trying, I’m really trying. What I’m saying is that this isn’t gonna go down well with your parents. Ray and Linda see me as one of their peers. If they got wind that I was boning their little girl? Dating their little girl? They’d lose their shit, it’d be a five-alarm fire, they’d do everything in their power to break us up. And honey, I wouldn’t blame them. If an older man, one that’s twenty-five years older, started seeing my daughter I’d put that person in jail. I’d th
And with a flounce of my brown curls, I turned and scampered away. Why was Mr. Parker being so serious? This was a time for fun and games, why was he acting like an adult for crying out loud? There was no need, I was happy and ecstatic, in Seventh Heaven all around.But when the big man came down, fully dressed, that black hair slightly ruffled but still absolutely delectable, I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to play. There was a serious air about him, a gravity. He wanted to talk and I wiggled uncomfortably.“Drink Daddy?” I offered, holding up my own glass of OJ. “There’s OJ or water, I can get you some.”The big man paused for a moment before setting foot in the living room.“Shit, I forgot,” he barked with a harsh laugh. “You’re not even legal to drink, you’re still downing juice.”I nodded, nonplussed. Of course, I was eighteen, not twenty-one, there were three years to go before I could consume alcohol. So I shrugged again.“I can get you something else,” I offered again. “Dad
And Rob chuckled deeply, blue eyes knowing as he leaned forwards to give me another kiss.“That’s right, that’s Daddy’s dirty baby, letting me do whatever I want. Because honey,” he ground out. “I’m gonna put it in there, and I’m also gonna do you double.”I shook my head, confused. What did “double” mean? Did that mean he’d pump twice as fast? Twice as hard? I was lost, this was all new to me. So I took a deep breath and spoke up.“But Daddy,” I interrupted shyly. “What does that mean? I don’t know what “double” means.”Mr. Parker just grinned knowingly once more.“Honey, it’s something in your ass and your puss at once. Or two things, more accurately. You know, dick in your ass and fingers in your cunt, or the other way around, so you’re stuffed both ways. It’s a different way to keep a girl on her toes, giving it to her front and back at once.”And I positively melted then, nips hardening, twat aching, begging to try this new, illicit scenario. Because I wanted it desperately then,
MandyI’d heard losing your virginity as painful, but it’s not, not really. Sure, there was a pinch when Rob entered me with his powerful shaft, anything that big going into you is gonna be a little uncomfortable. But I was ready, he’d gotten me so wet and willing that it wasn’t bad at all. I’d squealed, eyes flying open, feeling so full, spread and taken, and utterly his. And there’d only been a moment of discomfort and then the big man was all the way in, seated completely.And oh fuck, but I loved it. I love having Rob’s dick in me, I love how it feels, thick, so huge and enormous, my mouth starts watering whenever I see it, whenever I even think about it. Because I need it in me, in my mouth, my pussy, and yes, even my ass. I’m a cumslut, there’s no doubt. Within twenty-four hours I’ve been transformed from a virgin into a girl who begs for dick, who needs semen like it’s the elixir of life, the only thing that can keep me going.And Mr. Parker’s into it too. After that incredible
And Mandy squealed, brown eyes widening as she was breached for the first time, a slight grunt escaping her lips.“That’s right,” I ground out, breathing labored, pausing for a moment. “That was your hymen breaking honey, your girlhood’s gone forever. Now fuck me back,” I commanded.And the brunette tossed her head, moaning a little, thrashing involuntarily within my arms. But there was no place to go, she was embedded on my thick cock, pussy walls eating it up. And with a moan and a shake of her head, a quiver of those huge tits, Mandy gave into the sensations then. Oh yeah, this was a slut who loved dick, a cum receptacle to the max, taking to the water like an eel, and that curvy white body began pulsing beneath me, around me, milking me deep.“Ohhhhh, Rob!” she whined, fingering her tits as I fucked her twat. “Oh, Mr. Parker!”And I grunted, thrusting into her once more, hips picking up speed as I drilled that tiny twat.“Oh fuck,” I ground out. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”Because what
And fuck, but it was tight, even for my finger. I pushed in determinedly, pussy flesh spreading to accept me and slowly twisted my finger within that hot channel, massaging her interior.“Mmm!” she moaned again, eyes drifting shut. “Oh Mr. Parker!”I grinned to myself.“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “That’s how dick’s gonna feel in you, but much bigger.”But the brunette couldn’t hear, she was lost in the sensation of being penetrated for the first time. So taking advantage of the distraction, I slipped another big finger in, her hole like a vacuum.“Mmmm!” she moaned again, head thrashing slightly against her shoulders now, hips unconsciously jerking. “Mmmm!”And I shook my head, face grim. Because the virgin was so tiny, this snatch unbelievably tight. How the fuck was I gonna get my dick in if my two fingers were already being clamped to death, her interior channel resisting my digits?But there was only one way to go about it, and that was practice.“Baby,” I rasped, “Daddy’s
“It’s so wrong,” she breathed before a cry escaped her lips, transforming into a high whine. Because I’d leaned down and with a lascivious smile, trailed the flat of my tongue all the way from her asshole up those pussy lips, finishing at her clit with a last lick. Shit she tasted good, her nectar was going strong, tangy and sweet with a hint of honey.“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “Did you like that? There’s more of it where it came from if you do as Daddy says. Because we’re learning, baby, we’re learning, and Daddy wants you to give him a guided tour of your twat. So come on baby, what did you just pick up? Show Daddy,” I commanded.Mandy was breathing hard now, barely able to focus, and I wasn’t sure the brunette was going to be able to do it. But taking a deep breath, she looked down, eyes wide, and with one soft finger began to point.“These are my pussy lips,” she murmured, trailing her digits up and down the pink parentheses which grew puffier as she touched them, glossy
“That’s right baby, that’s what’s going into you. I know Daddy promised to stretch you out a bit, but we don’t have much time, so I’m gonna take the fast track. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? You think you can go on the fast track like a good girl?”Mandy’s cheeks colored, huge tits quivering, pink nips pointed with desire.“I think so,” she began slowly. “I know so,” she said again, shaking her head with determination. “But Daddy, what is the fast track? I’m not sure.”And I grinned wolfishly.“Baby, it means that Daddy’s gonna prep this little vag good, I’m gonna stretch it out double quick. It’s gonna be sensational because it’s like going to the moon and back when you thought you were just going around the block. So twice as nice, twice as fast. Do you think you can do that for Daddy, baby? You think you can handle it?”And Mandy swallowed hard, eyes never leaving my cock.“I think I can,” she said slowly, “I know I can,” she said, her voice stronger this time. “But
RobShit, I’m a dirty motherfucker. Because after the call with Mandy’s parents, after Linda and Ray announced that they wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning, I sprang into action. I had just shy of twenty hours with my baby, twenty hours to feel that tight twat, to test out that sweet pussy, and shit I wasn’t wasting a moment of it.“Honey,” I ground out, voice deep. “You ready for a shower?”Mandy flushed. The girl was still completely nude and doused in my cum, some parts beginning to dry and flake, some still wet and seeping from her secret places. But instead of leaping into action, the little girl shook her head slowly, crossing her legs shyly.“Mr. Parker,” she began, “I don’t want to shower.”I looked at her hard. What the fuck? I thought all women liked to get clean, they were always in the bathroom for ages doing god knows what. So WTF was this?But the brunette shook her head again, clarifying.“Mr. Parker,” she said, clearing her throat. “I don’t want to shower beca