Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“That’s so fucking hot, baby,” he rasped. “Is that how you do it when you’re alone?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded. It’s how I’ve always done it, alone in my room, trying desperately not to make a sound because I knew my dad was asleep on the other side of the wall. How many nights had he done the same? Taken his big, hard cock in his hand, stroking himself and holding back groans so I wouldn’t realize what he was doing.
What would I have done if I’d heard him touching himself? Would I have died from embarrassment? Blushed and pretended I hadn’t heard anything? I certainly wouldn’t have rubbed my clit faster, imagining that my fingers were his tongue, or tiptoed to his bedroom and slipped inside so we could help each other.
But that was before we’d crossed a line, before we knew how easily wrong and dirty and forbidden could become good, right, and exactly what we needed. What would happen next time?
I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I didn’t want my dad to stop fucking me.
He squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples as he ground me into the creaky cot. I was already so close to coming. I arched my back, struggling to catch my breath as my peak edged toward me.
“Fuck, Daddy, I’m going to…to…”
Words failed me as the force of my orgasm threatened to overwhelm me. But he understood what I was trying to say.
“Come on my cock, Willow. Milk me with your pussy, just like that…”
I’d never heard him talk like that before, and his dirty words sent me hurtling over the edge. He covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my cries of pleasure as I bucked and writhed beneath him. In the throes of my climax, I felt like I was floating above my body. I was flying and grounded at the same time, my heartbeat throbbing in my chest cavity. He didn’t stop thrusting into me as I came, which made my orgasm feel like it could go on forever. Then his movements became jerky and erratic.
“I’m going to fill you up.” He panted. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Forgive me, baby…”
I slid my legs off his shoulders so that his body could fall forward, and I could reach his lips. I kissed my dad hard as he came, cutting off any more sentiments of guilt or regret. I didn’t want to hear them. His cock pulsed inside me, and I ached from satisfaction. I’d helped him set aside his fear, pain, and anger for a little while, just like he’d helped me forget mine.
When it was over, he pulled out of me, but I didn’t let him go right away. I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him, cherishing the comfort his closeness provided. Somewhere in my mind, I knew that this was wrong, but I couldn’t make myself care enough to stop it. We deserved to feel good after the hurt we’d suffered. No one—not even my dad—could convince me otherwise.
He pulled his pants back on before helping me sit up. Exhausted, I allowed him to put the T-shirt back on me without much effort on my part. He smoothed my tangled hair and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then urged me to lie back down on the cot.
“Try to get some sleep,” he said. “I’ll keep watch.”
“Are you sure?” I asked through a yawn.
He nodded. “We’ll go get help in the morning.”
“Okay.” My eyes were already closing. Despite everything, I felt safe enough to fall asleep because I knew my dad would never allow anything to hurt me again.
Chapter 8
Erik
I slapped the metal dowel against my palm a few times as I gazed out at the moonlit landscape. I was bone tired, but there was no way I could fall asleep tonight. Hours had passed since I put Willow to bed, and I’d run through the day’s events a dozen times, trying to decide if I was the worst father in the world, or a victim of circumstance.
Had I taken advantage of my daughter’s compromised mental state, or were we both so broken and desperate for consolation that we had no choice but to seek it from the nearest source?
I convinced myself to stop dwelling on the rights and wrongs after a while. It was something I could try to work through later, when we got back to our normal lives. Until then, there was no point in letting doubts distract me from what was important.
Duke and the other two were still out there, which meant that Willow wasn’t safe yet.
The eastern horizon was just barely beginning to lighten. I must have been keeping watch for at least four hours without any sign of the men. It seemed naïve to hope that they’d given up on us. I glanced at the cot where Willow was still asleep, my heart swelling with love for her. She was somehow both outstandingly brave and the most precious thing in my life. I’d never forgive myself for letting Duke’s crew touch my daughter, but I was determined to make sure it didn’t happen again.