Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Almost, but not enough.
He pulled the waistband of his boxers down and over his cock. I had always looked forward to this part with my ex, what I thought of as the reveal. But his erection was an entirely different beast. The damn thing was almost as thick as my wrist. It couldn’t possibly fit inside a person.
Sweat trickled down from my hairline as I worked to control my breathing. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke. I clamped my lips together to hold back a whimper. Before I knew what came over me, I was reaching down to massage my pussy through my underwear.
I wasn’t supposed to react this way toward my own parent. I wasn’t supposed to feel what I felt watching my father’s fist move up and down over his cock.
The tip glistened in the light from the television. He stopped pumping only to brush his thumb over the place where head met shaft. His lips parted. He choked out a grunt, then sucked air through his teeth.
Desire is a universal language; I didn’t have to be fluent to speak it.
The look on his face was a question to which my body responded to with a resounding yes. Slipping beneath the edge of my underwear, I aimed straight for my clit, which was pebble-hard and so sensitive that I nearly cried out when I touched it.
Squeezing the water glass in my free hand, I rubbed myself with one finger, then two, then one again when the pressure became too much. My pussy was sopping, and there seemed to be no end to how wet I could become. It felt right. It felt wrong. It felt so good it felt bad until it inevitably felt good again.
His head fell back against the headboard. He quickened his pace, gripping tightly and stroking all the way over the head and then down. Part of me wanted to pause and simply take it all in so I wouldn’t miss anything, but there was no prying my hand away when I was so close—
When we were so close.
“Daddy.” I sighed the word, not sure where it had come from. I hadn’t called him Daddy since I was small enough to fit on his shoulders.
He tugged down on the base of his erection, as streaks of translucent white leapt onto his stomach. His jaw clenched. He pumped once, twice, three times, before letting go of his cock.
The clatter of his cellphone rattling on the bedside table jolted me back to my senses. I tore my hand from my underwear and trembled in shock.
What had I done?
My father scowled then picked up the phone.
“What?” he rasped. “No, you didn’t wake me.” He hit a button on the TV remote, muting the sound, then tossed the remote to the foot of the bed.
Still gripping the glass of water, I started backtracking into the hall on trembling legs.
“Calm down, Charlotte, I can’t understand you.”
I stopped short. Why was my mother calling him so late at night? Reluctantly, I crept back toward the door, still swollen, still aching, still struggling to understand how my body could betray me like this.
He stared blankly ahead, squinted, then smirked.
“Well, where’s she supposed to be?” he asked, his tone mocking. “You won’t let me see my kid for six years and now you’re calling because you’ve lost track of her?”
My breath stuttered on its way into my chest. The only response my mother had ever offered as to why he had stopped visiting was, Your father has his reasons. Why had she lied? And what could he have done to make her bar him from coming to see me?
“Sorry.” He smoothed his facial hair. “It’s been a strange day.”
There was a long stretch of silence, followed by a heavy sigh.
“Yes, she’s here,” he said, and a cold splash of betrayal washed over me. “Because I invited her.”
Anger seared my chest like heartburn. My father sat quietly. Whatever my mother had to say, she was taking a hell of a long time to say it.
“Paige is old enough to make her own decisions. …What’s that supposed to mean? Look, whatever agreement we had about my role in her life ended in June. I’ll assume you didn’t bother to pass along that card either. …For fuck’s sake, Charlotte, she thinks I abandoned her.”
He pinched the spot between his eyes.
“No,” he said, “she’s right. I did abandon her. I never should’ve let you convince me she was better off without a father. That was my mistake, and I have paid for it every single day. Well, I’m done paying for it. She’s my daughter, too.” He scowled. “If that’s how you still want to see it, fine, but I’m not throwing her out. She’s safe here. She always was. …Sure, and while you’re at it, you can tell her how you and Dave got ahold of those emails. …Fuck you, too.”