Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
He repeatedly slapped my ass, pinched my nipples hard, he bit into my shoulder, not drawing blood but definitely leaving a mark. He came again, and then he was almost immediately hard again.
He took me. Again. At the end, he drove his fingers into my sopping wetness and then he wet his cock with me and then told me, “Your ass is mine.”
I tried to get away, squealing, “Wait!” but he didn’t wait. He got me on my side lying down and he pushed his cock slowly into my ass, taking my anal virginity.
At first it burned, it scorched, but then he told me, “Give in to me; relax and let go, baby,” and when the word ‘go’ left his lips, my muscles loosened and the feeling transcended, changed from pain to something else, something I wouldn’t quite call pleasure at first but in my head I think it was about giving in that made the pain change.
While he was deep in my ass he grabbed my clit, tweaked it and said, “Come for me, baby.” As he circled it fast, it began to build and build.
Finally, getting to the peak, my legs shook so hard I couldn’t control them, and he was moaning into my ear, rotating his hips against my backside. I came harder than I’d ever come in my life. I was done; it was as if a thousand pieces of me had shattered all over the bed.
She was in my bed, in my arms, we were tired and sore in all the right places and for her, some of the wrong places. Almost all was right in the world. Almost.
“Are you awake?” I asked.
“Sorta,” she answered, her head on my chest, her leg locked over mine, one of her hands up at my face with her fingers tangled in my hair.
“You okay?” I asked.
“My legs are still shaking. And my bum hurts,” she said softly and then she started to laugh. I laughed a little and then we were both laughing, holding each other, kissing one another, and then she had tears in her eyes, a beautiful smile on her face. I kissed the tears away and held her tighter.
She snuggled into me and whispered, “I think you totally destroyed my ass.”
I laughed a little. “It’ll feel better tomorrow.”
She let out a dreamy sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you, baby. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” she answered and I squeezed her tighter.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t,” I said.
“No, I am. I just… I went backwards when I found all that out and just shut down, I…” she trailed off.
“It’s okay,” I whispered and kissed her forehead. “You’ve been through a lot.”
We lay still together for a long time and neither of us spoke. Finally, when it was obvious we weren’t going to sleep, she looked up at me and ran her thumb across my lower lip.
“Tell me about your trip.”
I leaned sideways and shifted and then reached into the sheets and pulled off three or four sticky pieces of puffed wheat cereal that was stuck to my thigh. I gave her a funny look.
She laughed, cackled even. Laughed for so hard and so long she made me remember her age. Barely an adult, still young enough and still Tia enough to giggle uncontrollably like that. It was cute.
Maybe all was not lost. Not yet. I tossed the cereal on the nightstand and when she regained her composure I dug into my story.
“Dare and I went to see his mother.”
Her expression went serious.
“She wouldn’t tell us shit. We tried to dig into the past and she wouldn’t talk. She was like a cornered animal. Dare got pissed. But then as we were leaving, her husband stopped us, and we went for a drive with him. He knew what my father had put her through, he knew a lot of shit. He said it took him years to earn her trust and that she was that broken from Pop. The guy’s just headed into end stage Cancer so he told us he has nothing to lose and that it’d give him some degree of peace to tell us things that might mean change for the family, for Annette’s kids and grandkids. My father was looking responsible for the death of his third wife. He almost killed Annette, too. Annette escaped with the kids because he was a sadistic psychopath. Used to beat her. Used to tie her up during sex.”
I stopped and swallowed, letting that sink in for her, before continuing.
“And because she got the real idea of what he got up to in his business life she decided to run. He tracked her down in Italy, hauled the kids back and left her there threatening to kill her if she turned back up. He allowed her to see the kids once a year but that was it. He’s responsible for the death of your uncle, too. It was a power play. It got him Joe’s end of the profits and let him take the business to the next level and it was supposed to get him your mother, too. They split because of his temper and because of what he was getting up to in business. But then he sweet-talked her into leaving your father and somehow she found out about Joe and that’s when she left and had the abortion, an abortion she chose to have, not was forced to have. Your father might not even be aware of it.