Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
“It’s okay to cry. Remember that, baby,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss me. “I’ll cherish your tears.”
Then I feel him down there. His thing.
God, Sarah, you’re about to have sex. Call it what it is.
His cock.
I feel it at my entrance, nudging at my lips. He finds what he’s looking for.
I expect more exploration.
I expect gentle probing.
A slow push.
Inch by inch.
Instead, Dad commands Dominick, “Hold her shoulders.”
Dominick does. And then Dad’s battering ram of a cock splits me wide open.
Six
I scream.
I can’t help it.
It hurts.
More than I thought it would.
“Fuck yes,” Dad pants, pulling out and then ruthlessly jamming back in.
I holler again and Dad clutches my body to him.
“Dad, slow down!” Dominick shouts, ripping at Dad’s shoulder.
But Dad just thrusts even harder. “Let me hear it, baby. Scream for Daddy.”
And I do.
I don’t know what’s happening. I feel like I’m being torn apart. He’s so huge. Too big. Too big.
And I don’t understand the things he’s saying.
His voice is… there’s still affection there, but it has an edge. Dark, almost mean. And what he’s doing—
He pistons in and out of me, just using me. Using me for his pleasure.
Because when I open my eyes, I see his pleasure so clearly on his features. His forehead is scrunched in concentration, his mouth slightly open. I’ve never seen him look so… raw. Passionate. Still wild. Still gorgeous. But in a barbaric way.
“You’re so fucking tight, little girl,” he pants. “You’re my good girl. You waited for us. What a good girl.”
“Dad, stop it,” Dominick calls again, “slow down, don’t hurt her!”
But Dad’s lost in the haze of what he’s doing to me. He leans over, I think to kiss me. Instead of landing on my mouth, though, his lips land on my upper cheeks. He’s kissing away my tears.
His tongue teases between his lips and then I’m not sure if he’s kissing them away so much as tasting them. His movements slow too, though, so that when he next thrusts in, it’s a long, languorous stroke.
And for the first time, I don’t feel pain, so much as fullness when he does it. I gasp instead of grunt in pain and Dad smiles against my cheeks.
“That’s right, baby. You feel how big Daddy is inside you? That’s Daddy’s big cock fucking you so good.”
My chest rises and falls and my eyes shoot open as I look up to meet his gaze. His words are so wrong. Screwed up beyond belief.
But he looks so lost in the moment as he says it. So lost in me. He drops his gaze and looks down our bodies to where he moves in and out of me. In and out.
He squeezes his eyes shut and his entire face knots in pleasure. His pace picks up. “God. Fuck. Dom, kiss your sister. I can’t take care of her right now. She’s too fucking tight. Milking my dick so goddamn good.”
Dominick’s eyebrows are drawn together in distress. His eyes flick back and forth between my face and Dad’s like he’s not sure what to do. He caresses my hair and down to my shoulders.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay, beautiful,” he whispers, sounding both upset and like he’s trying to be reassuring. He leans down and drops the softest kiss to the top of my forehead right at my hairline.
In contrast to Dad, who’s gone back to driving me into the bed he’s plowing my vagina hard, Dominick’s kisses are so butterfly soft I can barely feel them at first. His hand comes to my cheek.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, lips brushing back and forth across mine. “I’m so sorry the first time has to hurt. We’ll make it feel good now, I promise.”
And then he kisses me a little more deeply, but so, so achingly slowly. All the while, his gentle hands come to my body. Tentative hands explore my breasts. Confusing and heartbreaking because he was rough with them last night. Now he caresses and drops down to worship gently with his mouth.
As hard as Dad is, Dominick is all soft.
It’s the same when Dominick’s hand moves south and he begins teasing at the bud he brought to life earlier even as Dad continues jackhammering in and out just an inch lower.
And always, Dominick’s mouth continues its worshipful exploration. Down my neck. Latching onto my nipples.
Dad’s dirty tirade never lets up either. Words I’ve heard before, but pouring from his mouth, they’re shocking. Horrifying. Electrifying.
“Never want out of this cunt. Goddamn, gripping me so good. I’m gonna stay in my baby girl forever. Fuuuuck. So fucking good. That’s right. Grip Daddy’s cock so good. Never gonna stop plowing this tight little pussy.”
Dominick’s hand on my sex starts circling.
I can’t believe the haze of pain has faded enough for pleasure to start rolling through my body again, but it does.