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Chapter 12.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

Elizabeth leaned forward and ran her tongue over the bulbous head of Forsythe’s cock. she lapped at the clear fluid that had already gathered at the tip, and a flash of pleasure filled her at the taste of him. Slightly salty, but completely addictive, his flavor was unlike anything she had ever tasted. opening her mouth wider, she sucked on the head and ran her tongue along the ridged underside of his shaft. she explored him until he was etched into her memory. His hands were fisted in her hair, the strands tightly gripped in his fists. she grew bolder, opening her mouth wider, and felt her jaw crack as she tried to swallow his thick erection whole.

— Fuck, Elizabeth. calm down, Baby, or I won’t last.

Elizabeth let his cock slip from her mouth and gasped as she looked up at him. — I don’t know what I’m doing. tell me, Forsythe. tell me how to pleasure you. - she didn’t want to ruin this for him. Elizabeth wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to tell her what to do, wanted him to exert that absolute dominance she knew he harbored. as if her words awakened something inside him, his breathing quickened and his hands tightened in her hair.

— Oh, fuck, Elizabeth. those words, that sweet, submissive side of you, are going to make me cum so hard, Baby. - she leaned forward, wanting to feel his erection completely in her mouth. The tip brushed her closed lips. — you're already doing such a good job. you're so good, Elizabeth, so perfect. - he stared at her, his voice deeply aroused.

— Open your mouth and suck on the head. run your tongue along the slit. - she did as he said. Elizabeth moved along the silky, smooth head of his cock. she pressed her tongue against the small slit, pushed it inside, and heard him groan. the sound was like gravel, rough, intense.

— Open your mouth wider and run your tongue along the underside of my cock. - she hesitated for a moment. — do it, Elizabeth. - his voice became hard as steel and her pussy quivered. with her nipples hardening, she spread her legs and moved closer to him. the soft hair on his legs tickled her nipples and a shiver ran down her spine.

She did as he asked because, although she loved him telling her what he liked, she didn't want to disobey him. she sucked him as much as she could and felt her mouth widen and her jaw start to ache. but she didn't care, because the pain brought her more pleasure.

— Use your hand to caress what you can't reach, Elizabeth. caress me while you suck me. - letting out a small moan around him, she reached up and grabbed the base of his penis. Unable to fully envelop him, she tried to get at least half of his erection into her mouth.

When she didn't move, he began to thrust his hips back and forth. his grip on her hair didn't loosen and he used it as leverage to fuck her face.

He moved her head back and forth with his hand as his hips moved forward. his grunts became louder by the second. Elizabeth moaned around his shaft and he began to move faster until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. she gagged a little and the sound only seemed to inflame him. He thrust harder, faster.

She used her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach. the feel of his cock in her hand and in her mouth made heat course through her body and Elizabeth began to move her hips on the bed. the material covering her pussy was slick with her cream and it brushed against her pussy lips erotically as she moved faster on the mattress, trying to reach her climax, which was dangerously close.

— Grab my balls, Princess. roll them in your palms while you suck me. do it, Elizabeth.

She raised her other hand to cup his balls. the double weights weighed considerably in her palm. she squeezed his balls as she sucked his cock. her orgasm was getting closer and closer to the surface. moving her pussy faster on the bed, the stimulation made her orgasm come faster.

— Don't come until I tell you to.

Opening her eyes suddenly at the comment, she stopped moving on the bed. she could have cried with pleasure. even though she wanted to cum so much, hearing him tell her what she could and couldn't do made her even more excited.

He watched her closely and began to thrust wildly, moaning loudly and slowly. he was going to cum and she wanted him down her throat. the first jet of his hot, warm sperm down her throat was a surprise, but she swallowed it greedily. his penis continued pumping the thick fluid into her mouth, but try as she might, she couldn't swallow fast enough and it dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and over her lips.

— "Holy shit. What I probably look like to him right now: body on fire, his cum dripping down my face and onto my tits." Elizabeth thought.

Elizabeth took a deep breath. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't stand the pleasure anymore. the sheet under her pussy was soaked, her intimacy was so swollen that she swore she could feel every fiber pressing against her panties and rubbing against her slit.

— On all fours.

Sliding her eyes down to his cock, she couldn't believe he was still hard as a rock after the load he had just dumped down her throat. She turned and crawled on all fours to the headboard of the bed and looked back. Forsythe was stroking himself, his gaze fixed on her pussy and ass.

— For eight years I thought about your tasty pussy. for eight years I drifted away thinking about how tight and tasty you were, how sweet your pussy would feel when it squeezed my cock... - he settled behind her and grabbed her ass to massage her eyeballs.

Spreading her buttocks, she felt the cold air caress her skin. His fingers slid under the thin band and he tore her panties, leaving her completely exposed.

— How many men have you had sex with besides me, Princess? tell me! - he seemed possessive, even jealous. She felt a tightness in her stomach just thinking about it.

— Who did you fuck, Elizabeth? - His voice rougher, more demanding, he slapped her ass. She gasped in surprise and felt the blood rush to the area he had abused. It felt good, so good.

— No one. you're the only one I've ever fucked. - Elizabeth didn't dare lie to him. she had tried dating, but whenever she was about to be intimate with someone else, all she could think about was Forsythe. screaming again when his open palm touched the side of her ass, she felt his cream slide down her inner thigh. he continued to spank her ass, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing throughout the room and intensifying the eroticism of the act.

Blood rushed to where his hand landed and the pain turned into an intense pleasure that made her eyes water and the need to be fucked by him became almost unbearable.

— Please. - hot tears rolled down her cheeks. she crumpled the sheets in her hands and stuck her ass out for more of that beautiful torture.

— Please, what, Elizabeth? tell me what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you. - he continued to spank her, his hand getting closer and closer to her wet pussy. his thigh fit between hers and pushed them further out, so that the next time he spanked her, he would make contact with her swollen pussy.

— Oh my God! - she gasped as she felt his hand land between her shoulder blades. He pushed her forward so that her upper body was flush with the mattress and her ass was raised.

— Forsythe, please, I want you inside me. - she realized when he pulled away, but before she could beg him to come back, Elizabeth felt his mouth on her pussy and his tongue sliding across her pussy lips.

He rubbed the outside of her pussy and she knew his finger must be soaked with her cream. she couldn’t think straight, couldn’t comprehend what was happening until she felt his other finger probing her anus. she moaned against the sheets and instinctively twitched as his finger gently pressed against her ass.

She could hear the sucking noises he made as he licked her pussy, and then she felt his thick finger penetrate her anus completely. he pumped his finger in and out of her, and she held on as her climax approached again. she had never felt anything like it there, and the sensation was strange, but tantalizing.

As he pumped his finger in and out of her, he slowly added another finger. There was a moment of consuming pain, but as he slowly began to stretch her, to slide his fingers inside her, preparing her for penetration, the pain was replaced by sweet ecstasy. With his mouth glued to her clit and his fingers in her ass, she was on the verge of climax.

— Can I cum? fuck, let me cum. - Elizabeth would have said anything, done anything at that moment, just to finally feel her orgasm.

— Not until I’m buried inside you, baby. - the vibrations of his voice on her clit made her grit her teeth to try to hold back the inevitable.

— Oh my God, I can’t stop for much longer. - his mouth was suddenly removed from between her legs and his fingers left her ass.

She took a deep, shaky breath. her entire body was shaking, every sense so heightened that even the slightest breath of air in the room was painful.

The length of his cock pressed against her slit and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. he entered her shallowly as he slid his hands up and down her ass. he pulled away from her in an instant, but before she could ponder what he was doing, she felt the cool wetness of something slide against her asshole. Elizabeth tensed as that "something" pressed gently against her ass. she shivered as she felt the cold coating the inside of her asshole. anticipation coursed through her for what was about to happen.

— Where do you want my cock, Elizabeth?

He was teasing her and, God help her, she was enjoying it. — In me. - her words were barely above a whisper, but she knew he heard her anyway.

— Where exactly? in your ass? in your pussy? In your mouth?

She cried harder because she couldn't comprehend her emotions. Elizabeth took a deep breath. — In my ass. Please, stick your cock in my ass. - what was happening to her? She had never wanted to feel a cock in her ass, but with Forsythe, she wanted him so deep in her ass that she felt completely filled. The feel of his chest on her back, his groan against her ear, sent shivers down her spine. — please, Forsythe. I love you. - What else could she say? this game he was playing wasn't what she was used to, but it was everything she had expected.

— Shit, Princess. what are you doing to me! - reaching between their bodies, she felt his erection slide through her saturated folds as he teased her. when he was flush with her asshole, he grunted and thrust slowly and gently - it was agony and ecstasy mixed together.

— I fucking love you. I'll never let you go, I'll never give up on us again. - he shoved all those hard, long, thick inches into her ass, and she felt the ring of muscle give way and the head of his cock slide all the way inside her. He didn't move for a moment, just letting her adjust to his size.

His hands gripped her waist hard enough to leave bruises. she stuck her ass out, showing him what she needed, what she wanted. the obscenities he muttered made her whole body tingle. Forsythe entered her in one swift movement. his balls slapping against her slit, she screamed as her climax finally came. Just that one thrust into her ass and she screamed in abandon. arching her back, Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, tasting blood.

Forsythe began to thrust and thrust into her so hard and fast that the bed banged against the wall. God, it felt good. His language was rough and harsh, explicit and crude. It fed her own desires and she pushed against him. — you feel so good, Elizabeth. - he continued to praise her, to tell her how tight she was, how wet she was.

She came three more times, each time saying his name out loud. with one last thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came so hard that she felt the powerful, hot jets of his semen coating her insides. Elizabeth collapsed onto the bed and felt his enormous weight pinning her down. the air slowly left her body and she struggled to get rid of his weight, but he finally turned and took her with him. she lay there, with his arms around her, his cock still buried inside her, feeling sated, protected and cherished all at the same time. that was the last thing she was aware of before sleep overcame her.

•••

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER JONES.

24 YEARS.

Epilogue.

June 2024, One Year Later

Elizabeth lay on her back and stared at the ceiling of her and Forsythe’s bedroom. Forsythe had woken up early, as usual, to go for a run around the lake. he had been home for forty-five minutes, well, that was when she woke to the sound of pots banging and the smell of bacon frying.

The ticking of the clock beside her was the only company she had, but she had no intention of moving, not when she was so deliciously sore from the night before. when there was no more noise coming from downstairs, Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows and stared at the closed bedroom door. she could hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and even now, a year later, her heart was pounding and butterflies were settling in her stomach.

When the bedroom door opened, she couldn’t help but smile at Forsythe. he was wearing a pair of worn sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. his hair was still damp from his recent shower and his shirt clung to his broad shoulders. when they realized that they needed each other, that although a relationship between the two of them was not "conventional", there was no denying that a person could not choose who they loved.

When her family found out about their relationship, all hell broke loose, so to speak. Elizabeth supposed it hadn’t been the wisest decision to bring Forsythe to the Christmas party. In his defense, he didn’t think it was a smart idea and expressed it, which he was right, of course, but Elizabeth said they would have to find out eventually. She wasn’t going to keep their relationship a secret, not when they loved each other and this was their life.

At first, there were reactions of shock, which was to be expected. holy shit, Elizabeth was dating Uncle Forsythe, the same man who had been married to her aunt. those feelings of shock her family had initially felt turned to outrage. of course Sylvia was there, and while it was no secret that she had cheated on Forsythe, the blame was placed solely on him. It didn't matter, because despite the horrible things her family said, how they called Forsythe an incestuous sicko, which Elizabeth couldn't understand, she knew that in the end, it didn't matter. What mattered was that they were both happy, fuck the consequences.

Her family had never been there for her, not really. Forsythe had been her only support, the only one who listened to her, and the only one who cared about her. that was six months ago, and the last time she had spoken to her family.

When they had made it clear that their relationship was disgusting and immoral, and that if she didn’t break up with Forsythe, they would never speak to her again, well, that had been the final straw and the last time she had let them control her life. smiling up at him, she stretched, the sheet sliding down her chest, revealing her breasts.

Her life was busy, with her internship at the local hospital. it had been a dream come true when she had gotten that position, one that would allow her to be close to the man she loved. Forsythe stepped closer, and she couldn’t help but feel her chest swell with love. every time she looked at him, it was the same reaction, the same intense feelings. she looked up at him as he stood beside the bed.

Her gaze dropped to the silver tray he held. breakfast in bed—something he did almost every morning. she smiled at him, just a small movement of her lips that hopefully showed she was interested in more than just breakfast. Elizabeth lifted her arms above her head and hoped the sight of her bare breasts would entice him to join her in bed.

— The bed is kind of cold without you. - Elizabeth looked down at his cock and lifted her hand to stroke it over the growing bulge.

— I brought you breakfast. aren’t you hungry?

— Oh, I’m hungry, but not for bacon and eggs. - she raised her eyebrows and hoped he’d forget about breakfast.

— You’re insatiable. - he set the tray down and took off his sweatshirt. — but you have to promise me you’ll eat something.

— Oh, I promise.

He chuckled softly and took off his shirt. He was already hard, his thick, long cock nestled in the center of a patch of dark hair pointing straight at her. — I’m going to eat it all. - okay, maybe she was exaggerating, but she couldn’t help herself.

Forsythe slid his hand down her collarbone and Elizabeth felt her pussy clench. Just that gentle touch and she was ready to go. Forsythe lay down on the bed next to her and the heat of his body enveloped her. he smelled like the soap she brought from Ireland, the one that smelled of wildlife and a fresh scent.

Spring breeze. she couldn’t help but close her eyes and make a small noise in the back of her throat.

He continued to run his hands over her breasts and swollen belly. Their second child would be born in November. Forsythe climbed out of bed and pulled back the blanket, exposing his rounded abdomen. He kissed it gently and murmured something so softly she couldn’t hear him. Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh. He looked up, his brows furrowed.

— What? - Forsythe asked.

— Nothing. you're awesome. - she hugged him by the shoulders, urging him to climb onto the bed and pressed her lips to his. — did I tell you that you'll be a wonderful father? - his hard member brushed against her thigh.

— And you will be a wonderful mother to our children. I love you, Princess. - he ran his tongue over her lower lip and she opened her mouth to him. she didn't need to say how much she loved him, she needed to show it, with strength and gentleness.

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Chapter 10.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

Her body's response was instantaneous. her heart pounding, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she felt the same rush she had felt so many years ago when he had hugged her and kissed her.

— Uncle Forsythe. - the words were breathless as they left her. He looked the same. aside from a few silvery strands that caught the moonlight, he was still all strong, powerful muscles and an imposing body. It was embarrassing, to say the least, because all she could think about was what they had shared. was he thinking the same thing? wondering what they had done?

He walked out into the courtyard and headed toward her. Her throat suddenly felt dry. — I thought you were abroad. - she closed her eyes. the words had barely left her mouth, and she immediately felt stupid. when she opened them, he was watching her with a hint of amusement.

— I was. - he didn't elaborate, and she didn't press. If he wanted her to know more, he would volunteer the information.

A moment of deep silence hung over them and Elizabeth found herself shifting uncomfortably. she cleared her throat and never imagined she would experience a more awkward moment than the day after she lost her virginity to Forsythe. How wrong she was.

— Listen, I really didn’t know you’d be here. I’m leaving because I don’t want to step on anyone. - pushing her chair back so she wouldn’t have to get too close to him, Elizabeth fell right on top of one of the broken pieces of plate scattered across the floor.

She cried out in pain, lost her balance and began to fall forward.

The floor got closer and closer, but just before she could fall face first, Forsythe was there, his arms tightly around her. he lifted her off the ground and hugged her. Elizabeth gasped, unable to do anything but wrap her arms around his neck and hold on as he carried her inside.

The feel of her body against his ran through her like a wave of heat. uncomfortable wasn’t a word she would use to describe what she felt. When they walked into the kitchen and he set her down on the counter, it brought back memories she’d tried to suppress. the next moment, he was on his knees in front of her, holding her injured foot. she squirmed at his closeness. Elizabeth glanced at his hair.

— The cut isn’t very deep, but it’s going to hurt like hell. Hold on tight and I’ll get the first aid kit. - he stood up and stared at her for a moment before walking away. could she possibly get away before he came back? It crossed her mind to make a quick escape, but how childish did that seem? not to mention that she would be a coward. If he wanted her gone, he could tell her; if not, well, maybe they could just talk. It would be nice after all these years of silence.

When he came back into the kitchen, he was holding a small white first aid box. he picked up a chair and slid it across the floor until it stopped right in front of her. Forsythe sat down and lifted her leg. he looked down at her foot again and made a soft popping sound.

— You should be more careful, Betty.

— I hear that a lot. - muttering softly, their eyes met at the same time.

— If you hadn’t been so eager to get away from me, you could have avoided this.

She felt her face flush instantly at his words and had no way to respond to his comment. as the silence grew longer and he cleaned and bandaged her wound, Elizabeth couldn’t stop thinking about the last time she had sat at that kitchen counter.

Trying to distract herself from her thoughts, she mused. — I’m so glad you’re not hurt. when my mom told me you’d reenlisted, I was scared. It’s not that I thought you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself, but, well, you know, I worry. anyway, I’m glad you’re okay. - she could have ripped her tongue out, she was talking so fast. the words seemed to tumble together and it was clear, even to her, that she was nervous as hell. After wrapping her foot, he didn’t let go right away. He looked at her face and smiled.

— Don’t worry, I’m always careful. - he patted her foot twice. she could have sworn he lingered a little longer than necessary, but then he took it off his knee and stood up. — I’d ask if you’d like to go for a walk around the lake and talk, but I’d say you’re out of commission for a while. can I convince you to spend a nice, boring evening on the couch? maybe a movie? - he was trying to lighten things up, because he no doubt felt the tension and awkwardness too. she would have loved to walk around the lake with him, but when she jumped off the counter and pressed her foot down, she knew that wouldn't be possible.

— Whatever you have in mind is fine with me. - as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt her face heat up.

Why was her mind constantly in the gutter when she thought about Forsythe? either he hadn’t noticed or he didn’t care, because he showed no reaction. he approached her and helped her into the living room. the feel of him beside her, his muscles against her softness, made her close her eyes momentarily and pray for strength.

Even after all these years, she still loved him, and not in the way a niece should love her uncle. He settled her on the couch and sat in the chair across from her. It would be a lie if she didn’t admit that she felt a little discouraged that he hadn’t sat next to her. either he didn’t know what to say or he was waiting for her to say something. she licked her lips and glanced around the room.

— I can’t believe everything is the same. - he watched him as he shifted in the almost too small chair. — even if I hadn’t been away all this time, I don’t think it would have changed anything.

— I always thought you hated Aunt Sylvia’s design sense. - biting her lower lip, she hoped she hadn’t made a mistake in mentioning Sylvia. when he smiled and shook his head, Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief.

— Nothing has changed because, honestly, I'm too lazy to do much. I had ideas for this place when I retired, but now I wonder: what's the point? It fits my purpose in life. - she nodded and looked around at the neutral colors and purely feminine decor. — save you talked to your aunt lately?

She looked at him with what she knew was a surprised expression. Elizabeth nodded once. — I talked to her briefly before I came here. I didn't want to come if you were here, you know, I didn't want to interrupt you or anything. - h was silent for a while and she felt uncomfortable with his hard gaze. — but I don't talk to her much. Not anymore.

— Really? If you don't mind me asking, why not?

It wasn't like she didn't want to talk to her aunt, and she certainly didn't mean to bring it up, but if he wanted to know, the least she could do was be honest.

— Well, to be honest, she travels so much that I find it hard to keep in touch with her. when she got married again... - she bit her tongue and assessed Forsythe's reaction.

— Yeah, didn’t she marry a doctor?

Elizabeth nodded, surprised that he actually knew. It wasn’t a secret; in fact, she’d remarried so quickly after her divorce from Forsythe was finalized that it was as if she hadn’t even been single.

— She deserves to be happy. I hope she found what she was looking for.

How could he say that after what she’d done to him? she wasn’t going to ask him directly, but the fact that he seemed so kind, that he actually wanted her to be happy, was odd. If it had been Elizabeth in his place, she would have told her to fuck off. this, of course, was Elizabeth.

Maybe it was wrong of her to come here knowing she had no business visiting, but she found it harmless enough when the thought occurred to her. she found it odd that Forsythe was here, considering her aunt had given her permission to stay. — if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here? - he chuckled good-naturedly.

— I live here, Elizabeth.

Her face heated with embarrassment. — I didn’t mean otherwise, it’s just that, well, it was Aunt Sylvia who gave me permission to come here, so I just assumed…

— Your aunt has a hard time letting go of things, materialistic things, of course..- he smiled again, and she wondered if he was as nervous as she was.

— Oh. what else could she say?

— I got the cabin in the divorce, but she seems to think it’s mutual ownership. I just don’t have the energy to argue with her anymore.

Thinking it best to change the subject, Elizabeth said,

— I’m sorry I showed up like this. I know I have no right to just come here, that’s not how it all happened with Aunt Sylvia and… well, you know. - her face turned red, and she cursed the fact that she could never hide her feelings.

— You’re always welcome here, no matter what. It doesn’t matter that your aunt and I aren’t married anymore, you’re still my niece and this is as much your home as it is mine. - she heard the embarrassment in his voice when he called her niece.

Elizabeth didn’t know what else to do or say. She bit her lower lip.

— By the way, congratulations on finally overcoming that last hurdle. your graduation is next month, right? I heard you’re going to be valedictorian. I’m so proud of you.

Sitting up straighter, she couldn’t help but smile. The fact that he was proud of her made her feel so good. — yeah, but how did you know? - she hadn’t told her parents this information yet, not because she thought they wouldn’t find out or wouldn’t be ecstatic, but because she simply didn’t want them to have another reason to brag to their friends.

He gave her a wry smile and shrugged. — you know what they say about knowing someone who knows someone.

— Yeah, well, I’m glad it’s finally over.

He stood and walked over to the bar in the corner. she watched him move, like a wild animal in the wild, with graceful movements and stealthy power. yet, after all these years, she couldn’t get over how attractive she found him or how much she wanted him.

— Can I get you a drink?

Elizabeth thought about the last time he had offered her a drink. — sure, but no lemonade this time, okay? - she couldn’t help but laugh.

— I’d say you’re past the legal drinking age.

— Ugh. don’t remind me. I’m just getting older. - he rolled his eyes as he poured ice into two square glasses. the sound of the ice hitting the glass seemed almost deafening. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and she couldn’t help but watch his forearms flex as he performed the simple act. her pussy grew wet and she crossed her legs.

— I wish I was still in my twenties. your life is just beginning, Baby.

She heard him swallow hard, even from a distance, as he said the last part, as if he hadn’t meant to.

When he handed her the glass, she could tell he was trying to maintain that iron composure he was known for, but she couldn’t help but notice the slight tremor in his hand. Elizabeth took a sip of her drink. spitting once, the fiery water slid down her throat. her eyes began to water, and she looked up at Forsythe. amusement was evident on his face, even as she continued to cough.

— A little stronger than the lemonade you’re used to?

— Yes. - her voice sounded as if she’d gargled with rocks.

She set the glass aside and watched as he took several long sips from his own glass. silence returned. finally, he said. — so, where do you plan to make your home? - his throat still burned intensely.

— I’m not sure yet. I’d like to stay somewhere close by, but I haven’t decided yet.

He stared at the glass for several minutes, and she wondered what he was thinking. she didn’t know what else to do and swallowed another shot of the alcohol, which tasted like acid.

— Holy shit. what the fuck is this?

He chuckled softly. — It’s called Diablo. It’s a rare Whiskey I bought when I was abroad. It’s been aged longer than you’ve been alive.

— Well, it tastes like shit.

— It’s an acquired taste. - his gaze was intense. — I’m very proud of you, Elizabeth.

She shifted on the couch. her foot was throbbing, but it was Forsythe she thought of, not the pain. — well, you’re practically the only one.

— You shouldn’t say that. your parents love you. your whole family loves you, even if they don’t show it like they should.

She wanted to argue that her parents were never there for her. aside from school commitments or anything that could improve their reputation, they paid little attention to her. — I wish you were right, but you know what? It really doesn't matter. - faking a smile, the expression on his face told her that she hadn't succeeded.

— Look... - he looked away from her to stare at the television that wasn't even on. she longed to go to him and run her hand over his cheek.

Everything he might have been about to say rushed through her and her heart raced. What if he told her again that what they had shared had been a mistake, that it was disgusting and immoral? She didn’t think she could bear to hear those words from him again.

— There are so many things I’ve wanted to tell you over the years. I don’t remember how many times I sat down to write to you, but I ended up throwing the letter away. What could I possibly say to rectify the situation? - he turned and looked at her, and she could see so much anguish in his eyes. — I stole your innocence. I took it from you without any regard for how it would make you feel. I destroyed your youth. - he lowered his head and she thought he was going to cry. his words sounded choked, strangled even.

Her heart ached at the pain in his voice. all those years ago, she had told him it was right, that what they had done felt so right. He hadn’t believed her, and she knew he wouldn’t believe her now. but she had to try, because she still loved him, very much.

•••

Chapter 11.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

Elizabeth got up from the couch and walked over to him. Forsythe lifted his head and looked at her. When she stopped in front of him, he knelt down and took her hands in his. she looked at their clasped hands and noticed how much larger his were. Several scars covered his tanned skin. How she wished she could erase them.

— Elizabeth.

She shook her head and looked up at his face. he looked like a defeated man, as if he had been scarred, not just on the outside but on the inside as well.

— What happened eight years ago is not something I regret. I think about it every day, wishing things had been different since then. I know why you enlisted in the SEALS, and I know it was because you couldn’t stand yourself and the guilt you felt. - he opened his mouth to speak, but she lifted her finger and placed it on his lips.

— I know you. I know you are an honorable man who only thinks of others. You are not to blame for what we shared that night. I know you are not. - Standing up to be face to face with him, Elizabeth knew she needed to speak from the heart if she wanted to communicate with him. this scene had repeated itself in her head countless times over the years.

— I love you, I am in love with you. I do not expect anything in return, I do not expect you to feel the same, but I want you to know. when I gave myself to you that night, it was because I wanted to, because I wanted to share this part of me with you. maybe I did not realize it right away, but deep down my heart knew. - she took a deep breath, calming herself, and assessed his reaction before continuing.

— It wasn't just a coincidence that you saved me from Archie that night. I don't believe that for a minute. - Elizabeth held his face. she could feel the stubble of a day's growth scraping her palm. — I loved you from the moment I knew what the concept was. I may have been young, but my heart and body knew that you were what I wanted. - Elizabeth lowered her hand and shook her head. everything she had ever done in her life hit her hard and didn't seem as important as that moment.

— I just needed to tell you so you would know the truth. I knew what I wanted then and I know what I want now. you may think it's wrong because I call you uncle, but what we shared wasn't taboo or incestuous. I don't think it's wrong at all. - She pulled away from him because she couldn't stand seeing me near him anymore.

As soon as she stood up, he grabbed her wrists firmly. Elizabeth's breath stopped in her lungs. she could hear him swallow hard and saw the gears turning in his brilliant mind.

— I became an active duty SEAL again because of what you said. I couldn’t even bear to look at myself in the mirror. I saw a man who raped his niece, who stole something so vital and precious from her. - his grip on her wrists slowly loosened as he realized she wasn’t going to leave.

— These feelings I have for you were my undoing, Elizabeth. I watched you grow into a beautiful, intelligent woman. I couldn’t keep my thoughts from feeling you, touching you, holding you. - Forsythe pulled her closer. — I tried to punish myself for what I did to you, I tried to erase the guilt and heartbreak that engulfed me whole. I tried to drown myself in violence and anger, but nothing I did could erase what I felt for you.

As the lone tear rolled down her cheek, Elizabeth held her breath. She had never seen Forsythe cry. He had always been the strong, invincible man in her eyes, but seeing him shed the tears showed her how human he truly was.

— I love you, Elizabeth. God help me, but I love you. maybe I will always think this is wrong, maybe I will never be able to shake the guilt, but I can’t let you go. I have tried and I have failed.

Not wanting to waste another minute, Elizabeth leaned in and pressed her mouth against his. tears began to stream down her face, even though she tried to hold them back. — I am here and I am not going anywhere. - bending her head, she opened her mouth over his.

She slid her tongue over his lips. the taste was salty from her tears. thankfully, he didn’t push her away, but instead caressed her tongue with his.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck. her heart raced as his hands threaded through her hair and pulled her closer. she climbed onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. their breaths mingling, Elizabeth kissed Forsythe as if it were the last thing she would do.

— All these years I’ve thought about it. All these years I’ve imagined what your mouth would feel like on mine. — he murmured against her lips.

— Just love me, Forsythe. make the last eight years of loneliness disappear. - his hands in her hair tightened suddenly and she gasped as he pulled her head back. he slowly traced her neck with his lips and tongue. the sting of his hands in her hair didn’t stop her from feeling the intense pleasure of his mouth on her neck.

— I’ve ached for you, Elizabeth. - he stood up abruptly. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her grip on his neck. He brought his lips back to hers and she sucked on his tongue as he led them out of the room and up the stairs. his arms wrapped tightly around her, his strength unsurpassed. his thighs, like twin tree trunks, carried them up the stairs with ease. the feelings that washed over her from being so close to him again, after all these years, made her remember that sense of safety and protection she felt with him when she was little.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him standing in front of the bedroom door and her heart skipped a beat. — Forsythe?

Was she saying his name to get him out of that confused look, or was she saying his name because taking this into the room he shared with her aunt seemed almost too far?

When he entered the room and walked towards the bed, she stared at his rigid face. he let her body slide over his and she could feel the defined, hard length of his cock poking into her belly. he stepped away, closed the door and stood in front of her. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder and stared wide-eyed at the monstrous bed.

— I got rid of what I shared with Sylvia. - she wondered if her thoughts had been so transparent.

Sure, Sylvia hadn't lived in that house for eight years, but still, the idea of having sex with Forsythe in the same bed they were sleeping in was something Elizabeth wouldn't do, no matter how stupid it seemed, considering she and Forsythe had already had sex.

— Come here, Baby.

She licked her lips and did as he asked. those three little words contained a hint of dominance that she couldn't deny, making her even more excited. the alcohol she consumed, however scarce it was, ran through her veins and seemed to set them on fire. she could smell the whiskey on his breath, which made her more excited, more excited. she wanted to feel his breath sliding over her bare skin, making her vibrate with awareness and tingle with desire. she just wanted him.

— Take off your clothes, slowly.

Oh God. he was using that voice she was sure he reserved for SEALS, he ordered, in that same deep tone that brooked no argument. she shivered with the intensity. Elizabeth went to the buttons of her short blouse. slowly removing each one from the hole, she pushed the fabric from her shoulders and felt it fall to the floor next to her feet. she didn't wear a bra, a bad habit, or maybe it was a good one, she admitted.

When she tried to undo the button and zipper of her shorts, Forsythe shook his head and stepped forward. there was no space between them anymore, only the raw, hungry passion that burned between them.

Forsythe cupped both of her breasts. he did nothing but hold the twin weights in his palms for so long that Elizabeth began to breathe harder, heavier, with anticipation. who would have thought that such a light touch would drive her wild with desire?

Just when she thought she couldn’t hold out another minute, Forsythe ran his thumbs over the swollen peaks. she arched her back as pleasure washed over her. her nipples, those two tiny drops of tissue, hardened even more.

She could feel the blood rushing to them, filling them, warming them, making them even more sensitive. Elizabeth opened her eyes. she hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. all she could see was Forsythe’s head moving down, and then the warm, wet cavern of his mouth closing over one of her nipples. he tugged and sucked on the tip until she begged, begged for more. he alternated between her breasts and was relentless in his assault.

When he lifted his head, he didn’t give her time to think. he captured her mouth with his, thrust his tongue inside and caressed it against hers. Elizabeth moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. she tried to rub herself against him, tried to create friction to ease the ache that settled between her thighs. without breaking the kiss, his hands landed on her hips and stopped her movements.

Dipping his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, he slowly lowered them down her legs until she was forced to kick them off. What she was wearing was not the small white bikini panties she wore every day. those years ago. the panties she wore were a thin, transparent material that hid nothing, that left nothing to the imagination. Forsythe surprised her even more by kneeling in front of her and burying his face in her mound. Instinctively, she ran her hands through his hair, and the pleasure of his mouth on the most sensitive part of her body almost made her dizzy with the euphoric sensation he caused her.

— My God, Forsythe. - his hands moved up the backs of her legs and cupped her buttocks. He squeezed the mounds a little too hard, so that a twinge of pain accompanied the pleasure.

Elizabeth wanted more, needed more. she spread her legs a little wider and pressed her pussy against his face. she heard him inhale and groan loudly. Elizabeth took that moment to really look at him. although he hadn't changed much in the last eight years, he seemed stronger, emotionally and physically.

His dark hair was short, but the strands stood on end. the sight was captivating and alluring all at the same time. she had never imagined she would be in this position, but there she was, spread wide open, with Uncle Forsythe between her thighs. He grabbed one of her thighs and lifted her, draping her over his shoulder.

She was so open now that she could feel the lips of her pussy parting. he buried his face even deeper in the valley between her legs, and the feel of his hot, wet breath excited her. she knew the panties she was wearing were soaked, she could practically feel her juices coating the inside of her thighs. holding on for dear life, he used his other hand to pull her panties to the side, exposing her pussy.

He fucked her fiercely. he was relentless as he ran his tongue up and down her slit, teasing her clit to a fever pitch, and then he thrust his tongue into her tight hole. over and over he did this, not stopping until she sucked in a breath and tensed as her climax reached its peak.

She screamed his name over and over and felt herself falling. It was only when she felt the cool sheets against her back that she realized Forsythe had lifted her and laid her down in the middle of the mattress.

— Oh, Elizabeth, my sweet little Princess. - his voice near her ear brought her back from her swoon. — the things you do to me. the way you make me feel… - It was almost as if he was talking to himself. she thought he was going to elaborate, but even though he was silent, she knew what he meant. She felt the same way.

Elizabeth watched, entranced, as he pulled away and removed his pants. even in the darkness of the room, she could see how hard he was, she could see the dark patch of hair that surrounded the giant between his legs. her pussy contracted just at the sight, but she still remembered what it was like to have that cock buried inside her.

She sat up and fought the wave of dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her. reaching out to brush his thick, muscular thighs, she pulled him forward until his cock was inches from her face. he smelled so good, a musky, woody aroma that made her ache, her body ready for penetration.

Elizabeth could see the raw desire in his eyes. With his jaw clenched and his eyelids heavy, he looked like the soldier she knew him to be. she wanted to break his control, to make him so frantic and excited that he couldn't think straight. she looked back down at the erection in front of her face and prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn't screw this up. could he tell she'd never given him oral sex? there was only one way to find out.

#Betty Cooper #Fp Jones #Lili Reinhart #Skeet Ulrich #my aunt's husband #good girl #22 and 48 #age g@p

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Chapter 7.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

Elizabeth followed him into the house and stopped when she saw Forsythe leaning against the counter. his back to her, his forearms resting on the tile, he looked like a defeated man.

She took those few steps toward him and stopped when she could touch his back with her fingertips. that was what she wanted to do, reach out and stroke his defined, sculpted back. would he pull away from her, push her away? she moved closer to him until she could do just that, but her hands clenched into fists. he turned away in an instant. they stared at each other for a moment, and he reached out to caress her cheek. leaning into his touch, Elizabeth closed her eyes and let all the sensations flood her.

— This isn’t wrong. how can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong? - his hand was still on her cheek and she opened her eyes.

— It’s just wrong, Betty. - his words were barely above a whisper, but he didn’t drop his hand.

She moved the last inch between them. Her thighs brushed against his. every part of her body tingled in a way that left her weak and breathless. she reached up and ran her thumb over his plump bottom lip. his mouth parted slightly, perhaps of its own accord, perhaps because he enjoyed the sensation. either way, his gaze was fixed on her and that was all that mattered.

— Elizabeth. - her name, a strangled moan from his lips, was the last thing she was aware of before he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. pressed between him and the counter, Elizabeth could feel every muscle in his hard body. Her pussy was saturated, and all she wanted was to tell him, to let him know that she was ready for him.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, couldn’t force the words from her lips. She was too scared. Her back was to his chest and she could feel the defined length of his erection hard against the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she glanced over her shoulder. — We really shouldn’t, Elizabeth. - though the words came out as a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire. — maybe you’re right, but I want it so bad. - he ran his hands over the sides of her breasts and down her hips.

He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully against him. as if her ass against his shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter. her skirt rode up her thighs and the cool tile beneath her ass was a shock to her overheated body. they kissed again. his lips crashed against hers with all the pent-up passion and desire they both felt. Elizabeth spread her legs wider to accommodate his large body and felt her panties brush against her swollen pussy lips. slowly, he pushed his cock between her folds, teasing her until the words for him to fuck her were on the tip of her tongue. he was a masterful kisser, and his tongue moved across her lips with such skill that she knew that fucking him would be intense and powerful.

— Please, please, let me feel you inside me. - she didn't mean to say it, to sound so needy, but the words just came out. she didn't care if she begged for it, she didn't care, at that moment, if she sounded pathetic. Elizabeth was on the verge of climax just from feeling that denim-clad cock throbbing against her body.

Forsythe growled against her mouth and quickly went to the button of his jeans. the sound of the button opening and the zipper coming down sent shivers through her body. she leaned back, supporting her weight on her hands and bracing her feet on the counter. her thighs were obscenely open and the air from the ceiling fan brushed against her sensitive skin.

Forsythe took a step back, his gaze fixed between her legs, his fingers still on the zipper of his jeans. she could tell he was having second thoughts, that he was trying to convince himself otherwise. she wouldn't tolerate any of this, she wouldn't be able to breathe if she didn't feel his cock buried inside her. she may have been a virgin, but she knew what she wanted.

The thought of making a fool of herself crossed her mind, but she would have to take the risk. Elizabeth reached between her legs and slipped her finger under the edge of her panties. they weren’t sexy at all, just white bikini panties. He could see the small triangular shape of dark hair between her thighs. the air was practically rushing in and out of him. his breathing was so fast and his eyes so glassy that she knew she was breaking his control.

What she was about to do was bold, lewd, and so unlike Elizabeth, but she wanted to tempt him, wanted to make him as excited as she was. she pulled the fabric aside and exposed her soaking slit. her clit throbbed as the air touched her. she was soaked, so wet that as soon as she pulled her panties off, she felt the cream running down her skin.

Anxiety hit her suddenly as she realized what she was doing. she had never been so extreme, never tried to be seductive. Heart pounding against her ribs, she ran a fingertip over the swollen swell of her labia. she rubbed it slowly before pulling it back, exposing her inner lips. could he see how pink she was? could he see how swollen her clit was? she could feel the little bud throb and swell with her arousal. just having his fingers so close to him was enough to send her over the edge of orgasm.

Forsythe had his pants down his hips in the next second. she felt her eyes widen as she finally caught sight of what was hidden behind his jeans. his cock was huge, thick and long, the head swollen and bulbous and already wet with his arousal. she licked her lips and heard him groan.

The sound made her look up at his. he stepped toward her and knelt down to bury his face between her thighs. the force of his mouth on her pussy, his lips rubbing along her labia, made her lean back and lean back against the counter. the sound of ripping fabric pierced her lust-induced brain and she watched Forsythe toss the remains of her panties aside. he was an animal between her legs. he licked and sucked, probed and teased until she was mumbling his name over and over. he spread her labia with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his mouth. Elizabeth rubbed her pussy against his mouth, and he growled in response. the sound made her orgasm finally come and she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking her and it only made her orgasm seem to last longer. after releasing her clit with a resounding pop, he licked a path down her slit and pierced her hole with his tongue.

He probed her body with his tongue, darting in and out, while moving his thumb back to her clit and rubbing small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. she felt another intense orgasm approaching and felt her entire body contract in response.

— Come again, Baby. I want to taste you, Betty. I want your cream in my throat.

She was shocked by what he said, but those few words washed over her like a freight train. the intensity of what was happening made her whole body shake, and she closed her eyes as she let it take her. he pressed one last lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, and she opened her eyes to see him stand up. she looked down at the monster, rigid and standing upright beneath his dark hair, and knew she wouldn’t be truly satisfied until she finally had him inside her.

Forsythe settled between her legs once more and ran his hands up her thighs, over her stomach, which was sinking under her breathing, and up her arms. he hooked his fingers under the straps of her blouse and slowly pulled them down. she wasn’t wearing a bra, and when the material slid over her breasts, they came loose and bounced slightly.

— Holy shit, Betty. you’re so perfect. so incredible. - he looked amazed, and she couldn’t help the blush that ran through her body at the compliment. Forsythe never lied, and although she had never felt especially beautiful or amazing, she did when she was around him.

She gasped as she felt his hard, hot erection pressing into her slit. Elizabeth stared at Forsythe with wide eyes. they didn’t speak or move for a long time, and Elizabeth feared that this was the end. she could picture it perfectly in her mind: Forsythe pulling away, telling her that this was incestuous, wrong, bad.

— Forsythe. I need you.

He blinked several times, as if to clear his mind, and then took a step back. defeat overcame her and she gave in. she hung her head and felt ashamed.

— Not here, Betty. - his words made her lift her head and look at him.

He helped her down from the counter and carelessly pulled up her pants before straightening her skirt and adjusting her blouse. His arms were tightly wrapped around her, making her feel safe and protected. despite this small relief, the fire that coursed through her body did not diminish.

— Let's go to my room. - she murmured against his chest.

It seemed the most neutral place, a place where there were no memories of other people. he pulled away and stared at her before nodding and leading the way. as they walked up the stairs and down the hallway, Elizabeth feared he could hear her heart beating. what the hell, she could hear it all the way to her ears, could even feel it hammering in her throat.

Forsythe stopped in front of the closed door, but made no move to open it. she grabbed his hand and led him inside. the room was dark, and the moonlight illuminated his dresser and bed. It gave everything a sexual, almost hazy feel.

When he entered, she closed the door and they stood there in silence. his back was to her, and she could see how tense he was. she ran her finger tentatively down his spine. the fabric molded to the long depression and she could see his muscles flexing, as if her touch was charged with electricity.

He turned when her fingers stopped at the small of his back. shadows covered his features, but she could still see the double expressions on his face. uncertainty and desire fought for supremacy. If she didn’t think this was right, didn’t know it would be right, she wouldn’t have pushed.

— I missed you. - sure, she had been there the whole time, but not in the literal sense. She had missed him, the Uncle Forsythe she had known all her life. the whole situation with Sylvia had created a dark cloud over him, and he had been so distant and aloof. now she could see the real Forsythe coming back, and Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel elated that she was bringing that part of him back to the surface.

— I missed you too, Baby. - he smiled at her. there was nothing sexual about that moment, nothing more than two people truly showing who they were inside. — I love everything about you, Betty. the way your hair looks like copper and fire in the sun. the way your eyes sparkle when you see the lake sparkling like little jewels. everything about you makes my heart overflow with love.

His words, so tender and raw, brought tears to her eyes. she had nothing to say in response, nor did she know what to say. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a soft sigh.

— No words are necessary. just know that you are the most important person in the world to me.

Oh my God. Tears finally rolled down her face. He made to come closer, but stopped. An expression crossed his face, one she couldn't decipher.

— Please don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you.

She laughed because she couldn't help herself. — I'm crying because I'm happy, not sad. - Elizabeth wiped her eyes and composed herself. She didn't want to be crying right now. Forsythe seemed relieved by what she said, so she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. the excitement was still running through her, and because of the feelings he had just confessed, she wanted to show him how much she loved him. — I love you so much, Forsythe.

Goosebumps ran across her skin and she felt her nipples harden in response. Forsythe did the same with his own shirt, and her mouth went dry at the sight of his chest. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen the firm, broad expanse of his defined chest, but now, knowing what was about to happen, everything seemed so different. He opened his arms and she snuggled into them. resting her head against his pectoral muscles, she could hear the strong, steady beat of his heart just below her ear. he slowly slid his hands down her arms and grabbed her skirt. as he pulled the fabric down, she felt her panties go with it. there she was, naked before Uncle Forsythe, ready to be possessed by him.

She didn’t reach for his pants and try to pull them off, she let him do it. he didn’t make her wait, and when he was naked too, she couldn’t help but press herself against him. his erection throbbed against her belly and she felt the wetness of his glans slide over her skin.

Forsythe lowered his head to capture her mouth. he kissed her and slid his hands down, cupping her ass. Forsythe squeezed her mounds and pulled her harder toward him. they moved as one toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. she felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and let gravity and his body carry her down.

The silk comforter was like water against her body and she arched her back. with her breasts thrust forward, Forsythe didn’t wait to kiss one of them. Elizabeth gasped as pleasure coursed through her.

— Oh God, Forsythe. Yes. - his mouth on her nipple, sucking, drawing the blood to the surface, drove her crazy. his teeth pulled at the swollen flesh until it was almost painful.

Elizabeth ran her hands through his hair and pulled him closer. he alternated between her breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other. she didn’t have large breasts, but Forsythe didn’t seem to mind; in fact, the grunts he made against her flesh indicated that he liked them just the way they were.

Finally pulling away from her, he sat between her legs. he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, so close to her pussy that she could feel the pads of his thumbs teasing her lips.

— I know I shouldn’t be doing this, Betty, but I can’t help it. I can’t make myself stop, I can’t stop. - he covered her body with his and sucked on her lower lip.

The thick head of his cock pressed against her pussy. he began to gently thrust into her body, and her anus sucked greedily on the bulbous head, trying to pull it deeper. he was so big, so thick, that Elizabeth could feel him stretching her, filling her. the pain was there, but the agonizing pleasure far outweighed it.

— Fuck, Betty. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so tight.

Forsythe’s crude language inflamed her, and she lifted her hips to receive more of him. the movement made him slide even deeper inside her, her wetness making it easier. he stopped halfway, and when he swore.

Under his breath, Elizabeth knew he came against her hymen.

— God, Baby.

— Do it, Forsythe. please. - he groaned once before pulling back and gripping her hips tightly.

With one swift movement, he buried himself deep inside her. the sensation of his balls slapping against her ass didn’t distract her from the burning pain she felt as he shattered her innocence. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy clenching around his cock. With each spasm her inner muscles produced, Forsythe moaned in response.

— Are you okay, Baby? - she nodded because she couldn’t find her voice.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. he began to move, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward. Elizabeth felt her pussy stretch as he thrust into her. it was something she had never felt before, nothing she could have imagined. he moved faster and faster, not letting up, no matter how loud she screamed, no matter how hard the bed shook.

Another mind-blowing climax was approaching and she breathed heavily against his neck, begging for harder, faster, rougher. before he came, Forsythe pulled his cock out of her and she let out a moan of disappointment. he turned her around and lifted her ass. chest on the bed, ass up, she could feel his hot, wet breath on her lower back. she felt his thigh move between hers and force them apart. the muscles of Elizabeth's intimacy...

Her thighs stretched and stretched, but when she felt his cock poke at the opening of her pussy, the pain subsided.

— I’m not hurting you, am I, Baby?

Oh, yes, he was, but she loved it. She shook her head and knew that if she admitted that she was, even though she loved it, he might stop or go slower. — no, I’m fine. - the words came out in a shaky whisper from her mouth.

As if that was all she needed to hear, he entered her with one quick thrust and they both moaned in pleasure. he didn’t go slow, didn’t let her body adjust to his girth. he pounded into her like a madman, gripping her hips so tightly that she knew there would be bruises in the morning. the sound of her wet sex, of her pussy sucking his cock, drove her over the edge and she came hard.

Wet flesh slammed together and filled her ears. when she heard him cry out, deep and long, she knew he was about to cum. he covered her back with his chest and reached his hand in front of her, rubbing her clit with quick strokes.

— One more time, Baby. come for me one more time. - that was all it took: his talented fingers and his rough, erotic words to bring her over the edge once more.

Elizabeth couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as agony and ecstasy merged. he tensed behind her and let out a long, loud groan before his cock twitched inside her and he filled her with his cum. her orgasm seemed to last forever, but when it finally wore off, they both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Elizabeth couldn’t keep her eyes open, but she was still aware that Forsythe was buried deep inside her pussy. hiis cock jerked every now and then, and his cum dripped down the inside of her thighs into the morning. she fell asleep like that, Forsythe inside her, his arms wrapped around her.

The last thing she whispered was probably the one that ruined everything. — I love you, Uncle Forsythe.

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Chapter 8.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

Elizabeth woke up to the sound of cabinets slamming shut. she wanted to get up and see why those cabinets were being slammed shut, but even the slightest movement made her body scream in pain. she couldn't help but smile, immediately remembering the reason for the pain. she felt something sticky between her legs, another reminder that made her tingle all over her body. she felt herself beginning to drift into oblivion, but not before she heard a door slam.

When Elizabeth woke up again, she was looking at the clock. blinking several times, she propped herself up on her elbows and pushed her hair out of her face. she couldn't be reading it right. It couldn't be after one in the afternoon. she turned and looked at the bedroom door. she looked at the empty space next to her and ran her hand over it. the sheets were cold.

As she got out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes, she felt the stickiness of what she had done the night before between her legs. the shower called her and she stepped in. she looked at herself in the mirror. her hair was tied to one side, and the expression "I just got laid" immediately came to mind. she had heard her friend use that term before and had never imagined what it would sound like, but looking at herself now, she knew she had that expression.

As she waited for the water to heat up, she couldn't help but look down at her body. her private parts ached, and she could see a small spot of dried blood mixed with Forsythe's sperm on the inside of her thigh.

She had finally done it, she had finally lost her virginity, and to none other than Uncle Forsythe, the man she was in love with. the reality of that thought made her legs go weak. she sat down on the toilet, stared at the wall, and thought hard about what that meant. how did he feel now? she knew he would feel guilty for what they had done, and she knew that no matter how much she wanted to tell him that it felt so right, nothing would change his perspective.

When she stepped into the shower, the water was scalding hot, but that was exactly how she liked it. she washed herself quickly and went to get dressed. as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, it suddenly occurred to her that the house was strangely quiet. every room she entered showed the same thing: nothing. grabbing some clean clothes after eating some fruit and yogurt from the fridge, Elizabeth went outside and sat down in one of the chairs overlooking the lake.

Maybe he was working out or running around the lake. no, she remembered that he always worked out first thing in the morning, before the sun even rose over the horizon. without worrying about it, she realized there could be a million different things he could be doing.

She wasn’t his guardian, and he didn’t owe her an explanation for where he was going. determination settled in her and she realized she was acting childishly. she relaxed and enjoyed the warm weather and the sound of the water lapping against the shore.

After eating, she sat outside for another hour before deciding she needed to call Forsythe and see where he was. even though she wasn’t his guardian, she couldn’t shake the uneasiness that was creeping up on her. Elizabeth picked up her cell phone and dialed his number. When voicemail answered, she ended the call, not bothering to leave a message. she felt her cell phone begin to vibrate in her hand and glanced at the caller ID. It was Forsythe. she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. — "I was wondering where you are?" - silence greeted her and she frowned.

— "Hello?" - The sound of booming male laughter echoed in the background.

— "Hello? Uncle Forsythe."

— Hi, Elizabeth. - Forsythe sounded different.

— Where are you? - she didn’t want to sound so accusatory, but from what she heard, he was at a local tavern. she could tell by the loud noise and the clinking of glasses in the background. This worried her, as Forsythe wasn’t known for frequenting local taverns.

— I’m at T-Pubs. Is everything okay? - his drawling voice confirmed her suspicions that he had been drinking.

— Yeah. I was just wondering where you went. a little early to be drinking, isn’t it? - she waited for his answer.

Her heart raced at his dry, angry tone. — no, Elizabeth. I don’t think it’s too early to be drinking. If you didn’t need anything, I’ll see you when I get home.

He was angry, and that anger was directed at her. things were definitely not right. Forsythe's attitude, the fact that he was drinking in the middle of the afternoon in a bar he never frequented, sent a wave of dread through her. Uncle Forsythe had never raised his voice to her. his words had been only comforting and gentle, as if he thought she...

It was like a demon inside him, a full one-eighty that filled her with fear, hurt, and a host of other emotions.

— “Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say.

Her phone went silent and she looked at it, checking to see if he had really hung up. Oh my God, what had I done? that wasn’t how she saw the whole situation playing out. On one hand, she could see all the horrible things that could and did happen after she had sex with him, but she pushed those thoughts away and focused on how right everything felt. It was clear he didn’t feel the same way, and she worried that she had just ruined her relationship with the man she loved the most.

•••

Hours had passed since she had spoken to Forsythe. she hadn’t called him back, no matter how much she wanted to, and neither had he. the sun had long since set when she heard a car pull into the driveway. Elizabeth ran to the window and saw a taxi pull up in front of the house. Elizabeth got out, her steps unsteady and unsteady. he was drunk. that much was clear.

As the taxi drove off and Forsythe walked up the front steps of the house, Elizabeth couldn’t find the strength to greet him. she had seen Uncle Forsythe drink on more than one occasion, but she had never seen him so drunk that he couldn’t even stand.

Watching him from the shadows of the living room as he staggered into the kitchen, she held her breath. the sound of cabinets banging and glasses clinking drew her closer. now, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his back to her, she watched him as he poured himself a drink.

— Have you had dinner, Baby? - with his words slurred and confused, Elizabeth should have known that, despite his drunkenness, he would know she was there. There was nothing that would escape him. ever.

— Yes. - her voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew he had heard her by the way he nodded in response. his back was to her, so she took a hesitant step forward. what could she say? how would she say it even if she knew what to say?

— It’s getting late, Elizabeth.

He was dismissing her. she wanted to argue, she wanted to beg him to come with her, to touch her, to kiss her, to love her. All these things were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t find the strength to say them. Instead, she whispered. — Uncle Forsythe, please. - he turned away so quickly that she… she took a step back, staggering. his eyes bright and lidded, he looked like a drunk, and he smelled like one too. — why don’t you talk to me? About us, about what happened, about anything.

— Don’t you understand, Elizabeth? - he gripped the cut crystal in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white. — what we did is wrong on so many levels. I’m your fucking uncle! Your fucking uncle! - he almost shouted and Elizabeth flinched, never having seen this side of him before, this raw, hurtful anger. — the ink on my divorce isn’t even dry! Elizabeth felt the tears begin to well up. she wanted to be strong, she needed to be, because showing weakness wouldn't help anything. — you know as well as I do that what happened last night wasn't wrong. I know I wasn't the only one who felt the connection. - the laugh that came out of him made her shiver. It wasn't happy, no, it was sarcasm.

— We had sex, Elizabeth. It should never have happened, but it did. don’t fool yourself into thinking it was anything else.

He said it so matter-of-factly that Elizabeth couldn’t contain the pain that filled her. — It was much more than sex, Forsythe. be a man and admit that you’re afraid to say it! - she raised her voice as loud as he did and didn’t care if the whole city heard them. His face turned red and she knew that the anger she’d seen in him was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

The glass flew from his hand and shattered against the wall. she watched the amber liquid drip down the pristine wallpaper before forming a puddle on the floor. The light caught the shards of glass and cast brilliant patterns on the wooden floor. It would have been beautiful if the aftermath of its destruction hadn’t been so ugly.

— I’m a sick man! Can’t you see that? you’re a smart girl. use that brain of yours, Elizabeth! What sane person would have sex with their own niece? blood or not, that's how I consider you, my shitty niece! there will never be anything between us, Elizabeth. past night was a mistake. a huge mistake.

When he stormed out of the kitchen, Elizabeth didn't follow him. she could have thrown herself on the floor and cried until there were no more tears left in her, but she didn't. looking at the broken glass again, she picked up the broom and dustpan and cleaned it all up. What else was she supposed to do?

•••

The next morning, Elizabeth packed her bag and called a taxi. a bus was leaving in an hour, and she planned to catch it. she hadn’t seen Forsyth again since their fight in the kitchen, but that was okay. she didn’t think she could face him anyway. he had made himself perfectly clear, made it crystal clear how he felt about her.

All she could do now was move on with her life, despite the broken heart that lay inside her chest. the sound of the taxi’s tires screeching into the driveway sounded, and Elizabeth placed her goodbye letter to Forsythe on the table. It was short and to the point.

She didn’t mention anything they had done, not even the fight. a simple “Thank you for letting me stay at your place, but I think my time here is up” was all that needed to be said.

She made sure to let him know when her bus would leave, not so much because she thought he needed to know, but mostly because she hoped, deep down, that he would come to her. she could see it clearly, could see him wrapping his arms around her at the bus station and telling her to come home with him, and that everything would be okay. and of course she hoped that would happen, but she knew it wouldn’t. Elizabeth wasn’t stupid, no matter what she’d done recently that proved otherwise.

•••

Chapter 9.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

22 YEARS.

In 2021.

The road beside Elizabeth’s car sped by in a gray and yellow blur. finally, after eight grueling years of college, she had finished. she was a doctor. It felt surreal in a way, almost like she was trapped in a dream, a very good dream, by the way.

Now, she had four more years of internship ahead of her, but she wasn’t going to let that get to her mind right now. where she was going might be one of the worst decisions of her life, but despite that, she couldn’t stop herself from making the trip. she was going to the country house, the one place she had told herself she would never return to. Forsythe wasn’t there. she knew that from one of her parents’ rare phone calls. In the past eight years, a lot had changed. her parents had decided to practice medicine in California. it wasn’t that much of a shock to Elizabeth, since she knew they wanted to expand their practice and focus on plastic surgery.

Not that she wasn’t used to being left out. Well, most of her life had been about her grades and her future professional status to them. If she looked good, they would look good. her parents had moved a year ago, and although they still spoke, rarely, it was as if they were too busy with their own lives to care about hers anymore.

Maybe they were tired of it all too, and moving was the only option they considered to fix the shitty life they had built? the one person who was always on her mind, though, was Uncle Forsythe. When everyone found out that Sylvia and Forsythe had divorced, everyone was shocked. Elizabeth knew that she, like everyone else, thought Sylvia and Forsythe would be together forever. there was no talk of Sylvia cheating on him, and Elizabeth knew that if she hadn’t overheard her aunt and uncle talking, she would never have found out. the blame fell squarely on Forsythe and his "unfitness to be a good husband."

She hadn’t spoken to her uncle in eight years. all the information she got came from her parents when they felt like calling, though she wasn’t sure why they even cared. after the divorce, it was like they’d never liked him.

She’d learned from her parents that he’d reenlisted as a Navy SEAL and gone overseas. He was back on the front lines, which terrified Elizabeth. with wars raging all over the world, she dreaded getting that call telling her that Forsythe was dead. though she had no idea who would call her. after all, she was just his niece.

She knew he blamed himself for what they’d done, and she wished she could ease his pain. If he didn’t feel guilty, why else would he have run away and become an active-duty SEAL again? she thought about him every day, but talking to him again, seeing him again, after what had been said, was too much.

As the hours passed and her tires consumed the asphalt, Elizabeth couldn't stop thinking about where her life had taken her. her fondest memories were of the cottage she was heading to, and how sad was that? a childhood where you're happiest in a place that isn't even your home, with a person you're not even related to by blood.

After starting her internship, she wouldn't have time for anything else. during this break, before starting her residency, she needed to revisit the lake, she needed to revisit the little things that made up the memories she remembered most.

When she asked if the cottage was empty, her aunt didn't even question her. It was hard to talk to Sylvia, because knowing that she was in love with her aunt's ex-husband but not being able to confess it broke Elizabeth's heart over and over again.

•••

The sun was just beginning to set when she finally arrived at the cottage. The lights were off, and the last rays of that giant orange ball illuminated the wraparound porch and the immaculate landscaping. Elizabeth stopped the car in front of the porch and turned it off.

When she got out, she stretched, her gaze falling directly on the lake. she couldn't help but smile at the warmth she felt. everything looked the same. as far as she could tell, no one had visited the house in years, but everything looked well-kept, right down to the mowed lawn.

She shook off her thoughts, grabbed her bags, and walked up to the porch. the same stone that had been near the front door was at her feet, and she picked it up. Elizabeth smiled when she saw the rusty spare key. ehen she walked into the house, she immediately smelled lemon and lavender. she turned on the lights and walked through each room. the feeling of "home" instantly washed over her. It was strange to be here again after so long away.

She quickly climbed the stairs and opened the door that led to the room she always stayed in. the room where she lost her virginity. although she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine at the memory, she also felt tears well up on her eyelids. the same bed she had shared with Forsythe was in front of her, a painful reminder of what she missed most.

The cabin was very clean, since no one had lived there for years, but she didn't doubt that a cleaning service had been hired to do the maintenance. her aunt was a stickler for cleanliness and organization.

After putting away her belongings, she went to the kitchen and emptied the bags of food she had brought. she thought it was strange that there was food in the cupboards and even in the refrigerator, but she put her suspicions aside.

After making herself something to eat, she went out onto the porch. It was just like old times, and the feeling of never leaving again made her adrenaline rush. the night was quite warm, but she decided to light a fire in the fire pit anyway.

With the flames burning before her, Elizabeth savored her meal. Leaning back in her chair, she looked up at the stars and began counting them out loud. Time seemed to slip away as she counted the small, bright orbs of light, wishing she could be so far away, looking at someone else.

— You used to do that when you were a teenager.

She gasped and stood up so quickly that her plate fell from her lap and shattered on the tile floor. Elizabeth turned, staring wide-eyed at the man standing at the back door; she hadn’t even known he’d come in.

— "My God, what am I going to do?" - Elizabeth thought.

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Summary: Where do we draw the line between love and lust? Elizabeth has always loved spending the summers at Aunt Gladys and her husband's country house. The problem is that she loves Uncle Fp more than a niece should. With Aunt Gladys out of the picture, Elizabeth must show her uncle how much she burns for him and prove that what they feel for each other is not wrong, no matter what he or anyone else thinks.

Chapter 1.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

15 YEARS.

In 2015.

The sun beat down on Elizabeth. the lilac dress she wore was thin and strapless, but it didn't help her stay cool. she was among the other bridesmaids, all of whom were at least fifteen years older. all of them, except Elizabeth, complemented their dresses. She was only seventeen, but her Aunt Sylvia had chosen her to be a part of this big day.

Today was her Aunt Sylvia's wedding. Her future husband stood a short distance away from Elizabeth, the black tuxedo he wore did not hide the brute strength he exuded. Aunt Sylvia had been with Elizabeth for as long as she could remember. Elizabeth knew him as Uncle Forsythe, so this marriage was just a formality, a legal bond of their already permanent relationship.

Elizabeth admired him. she loved spending her summer holidays at her aunt and uncle's country house. although her aunt was only twenty-eight years old, Sylvia was a very important person, just like her mother and father. she was a doctor who everyone looked up to.

Uncle Forsythe hadn’t gone to college like Aunt Sylvia. he was a military man, a man who served his country, as her mother would say. she heard people talk about how heroic he was, how powerful and strong. they called him a SEAL, whatever that meant. Maybe one day someone would explain it all to Elizabeth.

As the sun rose higher, Elizabeth could see everyone shifting uncomfortably. Why would anyone want to get married in this scorching heat?

The heat was beyond her comprehension. Elizabeth admitted that the lake behind them sparkled like a million tiny jewels in the sun.

As the music played and Aunt Sylvia walked down the aisle, Elizabeth couldn’t help but stare at Uncle Forsythe. he was smiling broadly, his attention completely focused on his future wife. she adored Uncle Forsythe. He was the only one who told her stories of faraway places, the only one who played knight to her princess. He was never too busy for her. Not like her parents.

Maybe that was why she liked him the most. when everyone else was too busy to worry about Elizabeth, Uncle Forsythe was always there. an idle thought crossed Elizabeth’s mind, a thought that Uncle Forsythe would be too busy to spend time with her. he was married now. What if her aunt and uncle ended up like her parents, too busy for her?

When Aunt Sylvia stopped in front of Uncle Forsythe, she turned and smiled at Elizabeth. This had all been rehearsed yesterday. Elizabeth was nervous, but she forced herself to step forward and catch Aunt Sylvia’s bouquet like a big girl, without missing. she didn’t want to ruin this special day for her aunt and uncle.

Uncle Forsythe turned and looked at her. He smiled, but then she saw the way he was squinting. It took all of Elizabeth’s control not to start laughing. but she smiled. she just couldn’t help it.

The ceremony ended without a hitch, and Elizabeth found herself stuck in a corner, watching the adults have fun. still, she couldn’t stop worrying that things were going to get awkward.

— Why the look on your face, Elizabeth?

She knew that voice, deep and slightly rough. Lifting her head, she stared into Uncle Forsythe’s bright black eyes. they always reminded her of the ocean. she’d seen enough pictures to know that the color was the same.

— Nothing. - she wouldn’t tell him how she felt, wouldn’t tell him that she knew things would be different now. They wouldn’t be around anymore, they wouldn’t invite her to the cottage for the summer.

When she was quiet, he spoke softly. — I thought we could tell each other something? - he pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. — we're friends. whatever you have to say, i'm all ears. - he smiled and tapped her chin with his finger.

— You... - would he be mad at her? she hoped not. — wou won't have time for me anymore. - He leaned back in his chair and looked at her with a frown.

— I don't have time for you anymore? are you crazy? - she couldn't help but laugh at the sound of his high-pitched voice. As if he was shocked that she had said such a thing.

— Listen. no matter what happens, you and I will always be best friends.

— Okay?

— Fp! Come on, Fp!

Elizabeth looked at her aunt over his shoulder. Sylvia had a drink in her hand and waved at him enthusiastically.

— When we get back from Europe, you, your mom and dad will come here, okay? We'll go on the boat and I'll tell you some more stories. Sound good, girl?

She nodded. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead before standing up and walking over to Aunt Sylvia. Elizabeth sighed deeply. she knew that Uncle Forsythe was telling her the truth. he never lied.

•••

Chapter 2.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

18 YEARS.

May 2017.

Elizabeth stood next to her mother as her father took another picture. today she graduated from high school with honors, and her parents were ecstatic. she was finally done repeating school, well, at least until college started, but that didn't happen until the fall.

She had big plans, which included spending the entire summer at her aunt and uncle's country house, enjoying the sun and relaxing until school started again. they were ready to head to the country house, and for the next few months it would be all about relaxing until life got back to normal.

Uncle Forsythe hadn't lied all those years ago. He had made sure that Elizabeth and her parents were around as much as possible. However, after Elizabeth started high school, those trips had slowed down considerably. focusing on her studies and taking extra classes during the summer was a priority for her parents. Harold and Alice Cooper had made it clear that securing her future was too important.

It had been several years since Elizabeth had been back to the cabin, and she secretly resented her parents for denying her this one pleasure in life. she missed her aunt and uncle, and although they visited during the holidays, life was never the same.

The plan was to go to the cabin in the morning, and Elizabeth could barely contain her excitement. she missed waking up early and going out on the deck to watch the sun rise. Everyone else would be asleep, except for Uncle Forsythe. It was like their little secret, a special moment just for them, when he let her drink coffee like a grown-up. they didn’t speak during that time, didn’t exchange a single word as they watched that great ball of light rise above the mountains and paint the sky a dark pink. those moments were what she thought about the most, what she missed the most. those had been the days, but now she had eight years of school ahead of her. after all, she was following in her parents’ footsteps, hoping to make them proud. Wasn’t that what every teenager did? wasn’t that what every person aspired to in life? to her, it seemed almost automatic, even repetitive.

— Archie! Archie, honey, come here and take a picture with Elizabeth. - her mother's incessant laughter grated on Elizabeth's ears.

Elizabeth looked back and saw Archie, her boyfriend of two years, walking towards them. He approached Elizabeth, his arm around her waist. Archie was studying law, a profession that his parents approved of.

There was a feeling inside Elizabeth that urged her to think that something was missing, that there was much more to life than working yourself to exhaustion.

What difference would it make to have all the money in the world, a great career, and people looking up to you if you weren’t happy?

Sometimes she wondered if her parents were happy. when was the last time she’d seen them kiss or hold hands? they didn’t fight, but she could tell when they did, even without raising her voice. the tension they created was palpable. would she ever be like that? fighting without saying anything? miserable because happiness and love were absent from her perfect little life?

God, she hoped not. she’d rather be dead than live her life like that.

•••

When the photos stopped and everyone began to disperse, Elizabeth and her parents headed back home. exhaustion was overwhelming her, but the excitement of what the next day held overcame it.

— What time are we going back to the cabin?

Elizabeth leaned back in her seat and turned to look at Archie. his collar was unbuttoned, his tie loosely wrapped around his neck. His hand slowly moved up her thigh.

Placing her hand over his, she stopped him. — Archie! my parents are right in the front seat!”

Whispering almost frantically, Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile at him. he glanced at her parents indifferently. they were both engaged in an animated conversation about some new medical issue.

Progress. — we’ll leave first thing in the morning. - Elizabeth tried to steer the conversation back to her original question, but he wouldn’t be dissuaded.

Jake leaned in close, his warm, minty breath brushing her neck and sending shivers down her spine.

— I can’t wait until we get to the cottage, Elizabeth. I’m going to fuck you. - he slid his hand higher up her thigh and she found herself allowing it.

Throughout the two years they’d been together, Elizabeth had successfully maintained the "no sex” rule. despite Archie’s adamant talk about how they should express their feelings for each other physically, he respected her decision and didn’t pressure her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex with Archie, or in general, but she just felt like waiting was the best thing to do at this point in her life. she knew she was probably one of the only virgins in school. hell, most of her friends had so much experience in sex that they would make a porn star raise an eyebrow. but you wouldn’t guess that from the private school she attended. The students who attended Riverdale High School came from prestigious families, and while you might think they were preppy and conservative, most of the students were weird as hell and knew pretty much every sex position known to man. This summer would be different, though. she was going to give herself to Archie. she wanted to lose her virginity. his weight on her was suffocating at times. a stupid thought to some, but she really thought it was time, and judging by Archie’s opinion on the whole thing, he thought it was time too.

— I’m so turned on by you right now, Elizabeth. - Archie continued to whisper against her neck. His hand was now pressed against the inside of her thigh, his thumb caressing her soft skin.

She was wet, so incredibly soaked that she could feel the silk of her panties pressed between her thighs. weird wasn't even a word that could describe how she felt. there she was, so turned on she could barely breathe, as her parents drove them home.

She wanted to clasp her legs together and tell Archie that this wasn’t the time, but even though she thought about it, she couldn’t make her body cooperate or form the words.

When his thumb teased the saturated folds of her privates, Elizabeth had to hold back a moan of pleasure.

— So, dear Archie, are you excited about starting at Columbia in the fall? - he pulled his hand away just as Elizabeth’s mother turned in her seat.

— Oh, yes, Mrs. Cooper. - Archie took Elizabeth’s hand and brought it to his mouth for a tender kiss. — I’m also so glad that Betty will only be a few hours away.

Alice smiled. — yes, Harold and I couldn’t be happier that she got into University Canada West. just remember that you both need to focus on your studies.

— Oh, yes, ma’am.

These were Elizabeth’s parents, always worried about the future. just once, she would love to hear them talk about something other than school and a career. Elizabeth was following in her parents’ footsteps and becoming a doctor, but there was a small part of her that yearned for something more, something simple.

She wanted to feel a passion and drive that didn’t revolve around good grades and approval. Considering the path she was on, those thoughts were practically a fairy tale.

•••

By the time they reached Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Forsythe’s driveway, the sun was already high. It was only may, but the heat was already rising. Her father drove around the corner, and when he stopped the car, they all got out. the five-hour drive had been exhausting, and even though Elizabeth was used to the journey, her body ached. before they even reached the front door, it opened and Aunt Sylvia rushed out, a big smile on her face.

— I’m so glad you got here safely. - Sylvia wrapped Alice in a tight hug, then Harold, Archie, and then Elizabeth. Sylvia took a step back, her arms still around Elizabeth’s waist, and looked at her almost curiously. — I’m sorry we couldn’t be there for your graduation, dear. I was called in for emergency surgery and Fp had a meeting with the new recruits. - Aunt Sylvia’s comment seemed insincere.

— It’s okay. I'm just glad we're finally here. - and she was. Elizabeth felt instantly at peace when she arrived at the house. It was as if the stress of the last eight years of school had melted away.

Sylvia smiled, but even that felt forced. Her aunt wasn’t known for her kind nature, but Elizabeth could tell there was definitely something bothering her. holding Elizabeth by the chin, Sylvia turned Elizabeth’s head from side to side.

— You really have grown up beautifully, Elizabeth.

— You saw me in December. - forcing a laugh and pulling away from Sylvia’s unyielding grip, Elizabeth smiled almost automatically.

— Ah, to be so young again. Just like I remember when I was your age, so pretty and popular. You know, I had all the guys eating out of the palm of my hand. - Elizabeth loved her aunt, but Sylvia had a way of her own. “Condescending” wasn’t even a word that fully described her.

— You act like an old woman. you’re only thirty. - Sylvia frowned, but then seemed to regain her composure and laughed halfheartedly.

— You’re very kind, dear. - Sylvia rolled her eyes, her tone dry. she turned her back to Sylvia and led everyone into the house.

Elizabeth still didn't want to go in. she felt the sun hitting her back and turned to enjoy the view. memories invaded her and she felt as though she couldn't breathe enough, she always felt at home there.

A silly thought, she admitted, but considering this was her aunt and uncle’s house, she couldn’t help but feel at home.

Looking out over the lake, she watched the sun cast a silvery glow over the water. It was as if millions of tiny diamonds were shining back at her. the sight reminded her of the day her aunt and uncle had gotten married. the water looked exactly the same. the horizon loomed in the distance, the snow-capped mountains looking majestic and imposing at the same time. — Beautiful, isn’t it?

His deep, gruff voice made her smile instantly. Turning, Elizabeth watched Uncle Forsythe leave the house and walk towards her. For a moment, Elizabeth couldn’t help but admire him. The white T-shirt he wore did nothing to hide the raw strength and defined muscles. they flexed and bunched with every step. the khaki shorts and flip-flops he wore looked almost out of place on the tough soldier who had seen too much war.

A sense of unease washed over her at the direction her thoughts had taken. this was her Uncle Forsythe, after all. she tried to convince herself that, technically, they weren't related. He was her aunt's husband, related only by marriage. this reasoning did nothing to ease the guilt she felt. she had known him all her life. she admired him, hung on his every word. he was the only one who truly listened to what she had to say.

When he stopped in front of her, his smile was wide. He was much taller than her slender five-foot-four. craning her neck back, she couldn't help but study him closely. It felt like it had been ages since she'd last seen him, hell, it had. His smile was white and direct. she stared at his square jaw and well-defined cheekbones, staring into his eyes. the color always reminded her of the ocean. It was a striking contrast to his short, dark black hair. — It really is. - he pulled her into a tight hug and turned them so they were both looking out at the lake. — I missed you, Princess. - he ruffled her hair and she elbowed him in the side. they stood there, just the two of them, with only the wind whistling through the trees to keep them company. She could have stood there all day, but her aunt's shrill voice shattered the serenity.

— Hey! can you come in soon? we’re leaving on the boat in a little while.

Elizabeth turned and saw her aunt standing in the doorway. her tone was dry, almost as if she were angry.

— Come on, my dear. - Forsythe’s tone suddenly turned sharp, but he kept his arm around her shoulders and led her into the house.

As they passed Elizabeth, her aunt made an exaggerated sound. It was obvious that something was bothering her aunt, and Elizabeth had a feeling it had to do with Uncle Forsythe.

•••

Elizabeth put on her sunglasses and closed her eyes. the boat rocked gently back and forth with the waves, almost lulling her to sleep. the feel of the sun above her, warming her skin, made her sweat and sigh in contentment.

— You look so hot.

Elizabeth turned her head toward Archie’s voice and smiled. — could you speak louder? my parents are on the other side of the boat. - sliding her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, she looked at him with hooded eyes.

Archid was propped up on his elbows. sweat dripped down his forehead and down his muscular chest. leaning down, he ran his tongue along her earlobe. — that bikini barely covers your tits and pussy, Betty.

Slapping him on the arm, she quickly sat up and looked back. her mom, dad, and aunt were all sitting on the padded bench on the other side of the boat. It was obvious from their laughter and the wine glasses in their hands that they were oblivious to anything else.

— Could you keep it down? the last thing I need is for my parents to hear my boyfriend talking about how hot I am.

Archie raised an eyebrow and leaned in again. — I could tell you how much I want to fuck you. How do you think they’d react to that?

•••

A breath she couldn’t quite make out. Walking to the edge of the boat, Elizabeth leaned over it and looked out at the water lapping against the side. she sensed Archie’s presence behind her and rolled her eyes. He doesn’t give up easily, I’ll give him that.

Feeling a little irritated that he wouldn’t listen to her, she decided that if he wanted a little teasing, she would gladly give it to him. Elizabeth turned quickly and pressed herself against his chest. Her breasts brushed seductively against the hard, unyielding expanse of his chest. hard, unyielding chest? her heart stopped instantly. Her sunglasses did nothing to hide the glare of the sun above her and she staggered back as far as the edge of the boat would allow. oh, god. Large hands grabbed her arms to steady her. Snapping her head up, she shielded her eyes with her hand and looked at who stood before her. Forsythe.

Horror and embarrassment hit her like a red-hot poker. Elizabeth felt her face burn with mortification.

— Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Uncle Forsythe. I thought you were Archie. - squeezing her eyes shut, wanting to scream, she knew she should keep her mouth shut.

He was silent for too long. Elizabeth dared to stare at him intently. She knew what she had done and said it looked extremely bad, however innocent it had been. Well, maybe not entirely innocent, but that wasn’t the point.

— Is this the kind of thing you do with Archie?

It wasn’t like she had taken off her bikini bottoms and introduced herself to Archie or anything, but she wasn’t going to comment on that. Shaking her head furiously, Elizabeth took off her sunglasses. Forsythe’s eyebrow rose, as if he actually expected her to answer.

— Do you really want me to answer that? - heat flooded her again.

Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut? The only thing he was wearing was a pair of swim trunks. her gaze was fixed on the massive muscles covering his chest.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Why couldn’t she look away? Why was she having these completely inappropriate thoughts about him? God, she was disgusting.

— Yes, I really do. - In a tone of voice that was non-arguing, he crossed his arms over his chest, which made everything contract and flex with tension.

She put her sunglasses back on and lowered her head. What could she say? — I’m sorry? - what was she apologizing for? for pressing her breasts against Uncle’s chest because she thought he was her boyfriend, or for staring at him like she couldn’t control her libido? her throat felt like… she swallowed hard. she just wanted this day to be over.

— Listen, I know you’re 18 now and a grown woman, but as long as you stay here, I don’t want you and him... - he pointed his finger back, behind him and Archie. — getting into trouble. - got it? when she didn’t answer, he continued. — In other words, Archie better keep his dick in his pants. - wow. blind. — um… - how embarrassing was that? Elizabeth looked at Archie. he already had his headphones on and the music was playing loudly. Elizabeth forced herself to look at Forsythe. she said the first thing that came to mind. — that won't be a problem. - she didn't know how Archie would react to the news, but she certainly wouldn't try anything with him now.

— Great. now go to the shade before you burn yourself, Princess. - the hard tone in his voice disappeared and he smiled before turning around and going back to where everyone else was sitting.

Elizabeth walked over to the towel and sat down next to Archie. she didn't move and was happy. what would she have said to him, anyway?

•••

Chapter 3.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

A week had passed at the cabin. Elizabeth had successfully avoided Archie's advances, but she could tell he was getting annoyed with the situation. he was more aggressive with his advances, something she wasn't used to. the last two years with Archie had been filled with gentle touches, sweet caresses, and soft affection.

This new Archie was almost frightening in his intensity to go further. trying to push her worries away from the situation, she focused on the fire in front of her. they had gone boating earlier, and now they were all sitting around the fire. thinking about other things, she hadn't heard Archie speak until he nudged her.

— Sorry, what? - turning to look at him, she saw his wide smile.

— I asked if you'd like to go for a walk with me around the lake a little later. I saw a really romantic little cove not far from here. - Elizabeth knew what he was talking about, and romantic wasn't exactly what she would call a place. the "cove" was a bed of fallen, rotting logs and sharp rocks. the only romance she could imagine there was the small, postage-stamp-sized beach, but even that left a lot to be desired.

— Sure. - It was getting late, but she wasn't tired and she could still see the house from the cove. sla didn't like to venture too far from the house after dark.

Her answer seemed to calm him for a moment, and he turned away, looking back at the fire. Elizabeth reached into the bowl of watermelon, took a piece, and brought the thick, pink flesh to her mouth. biting into it, she felt the juice run down her chin. when she looked up, she met Forsythe’s gaze. he was watching her intently as he leaned back in his chair. he lifted a bottle of longneck beer to his mouth, took a sip, and then turned his attention back to the conversation his parents and aunt were having.

— "How long had he been watching me?” - Elizabeth wondered.

A spark of unusual emotion rose within her. Elizabeth could not contain the excitement she felt, but she held it in check, knowing that her affection was completely misplaced. disgust and self-loathing still played a role in her feelings. Elizabeth turned her attention back to the conversation. she listened with little interest as her parents and aunt discussed the youngest…

Emergency surgery. that was what usually happened to them. they were always so absorbed in their own conversations that everything and everyone just disappeared.

As the night wore on, everyone filed into the house, one by one, until it was just Archie and her standing by the fireplace. he was on his fifth beer, some that had magically appeared from a backpack at his feet. apparently, he stole them from his parents.

— Want one? - she held up the half-empty bottle and shook her head.

Elizabeth could tell the alcohol was starting to take effect by the glazed look in his eyes. she gripped the iron poker tightly and pushed the glowing embers into the fire. — want to go for a walk now?

Looking at Archie, she shrugged. — sure. - she wanted to stretch her legs anyway.

He took her hand and led them away from the firelight, toward the forest. Archie kept them within the tree line as they walked parallel to the lake.

— Don't you just love this place? - talking to herself absently, she watched the water gently caress the shore. She turned to look at Archie when he didn't respond. Before she could get a good look at him, she cried out in surprise when Archie grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against a tree. — what are you doing... - he didn't let her finish, just slanted his lips against hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. he tasted like beer, which wasn't at all appetizing.

His groan was deep and satisfied. pressing his erection against her belly, she shivered, but not with excitement. Archie's actions were a little too aggressive and she panicked. His hands were all over her body. he caressed her, pulled and pinched her, his actions seeming almost desperate.

— Archie. - breaking contact with his mouth, she tried to push him away.

— Calm down. - He took a step back, his gaze roaming her body up and down. - you're so hot, Betty. - his voice was hoarse, his words a little slurred. he reached into his pocket and pulled out three small bottles of liquor.

She stared at him, horrified. — where the fuck did you get that? - drinking wasn’t the problem in this situation, well, not the main one. she had been to many parties, even gotten drunk on more than one occasion, but the way he was acting now wasn’t the Archie she knew.

— I got it from my parents’ minibar. want one? - he opened one of the lids and downed everything in one go.

She had never seen this side of him before. He was acting so reckless and uninhibited. — what the fuck, Archie? since when did you become a drunk?

His laugh was short. — we just graduated. I’m celebrating. - he held out a bottle to her, and she shook her head. He shrugged. — more for me. - Unscrewing the second bottle, he downed it too. The stench of booze enveloped her and she wrinkled her nose. — don’t get all tense, Elizabeth. You’ve been drunk before.

— Yes, I have, but not the way you are. We're also at my aunt and uncle's house and my parents are here. - he laughed and took a third sip. — you smell like a bar, Archie. so fucking stinky.

He stepped forward, placing his hand on the tree next to her head. — no? what do you find attractive about me, Betty? - Archie asked.

— Well, it was your dignity, responsibility, and kindness, but now even that is going down the drain. - the dark look that crossed his face made her stiffen in response. - I think we should go home so you can sleep and forget about this.

— Oh? what? You think you're too good to let go?

She shook her head. the conversation was starting to take a dangerous turn. — It's okay to let go, Archie, but I have a big problem with being irresponsible, especially in someone else's house. - Elizabeth placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him back. — get out of the way, Archie. I want to go home. - he remained still. - I'm serious. Get out of the way.

— Do you know how many girls I could have slept with since I started dating you?

Anger slowly coursed through her body. — you're drunk and you're going to regret the direction this conversation takes tomorrow, Archie. - Licking his lips, he lowered his eyes to her mouth.

— I could have fucked Josie, Clary, and Hope the last week of school.

She tried to push him away again, but couldn't. — very kind, Archie. anything else nasty you want to tell me? - the next moment, he grabbed her hair tightly. screaming in pain, he held her head at an odd angle and covered her mouth with his other hand.

— You have to be quiet, honey. I don't want anyone to ruin our fun. - as he trailed kisses down her neck, she struggled against his grip.

What the hell was going on? It sounded like a bad scene from a movie. this certainly wasn't the Archie she knew.

— I'm so sick of trying to be someone I'm not. for two damn years, I sucked up to you and your family. I, for one, think I was a warrior. I stayed with you even though you didn't get laid, even though you put up with your mother's incessant complaints. all for what? a few make-out sessions here and there, sometimes touching your pussy and tits? - he took a deep breath and pressed his erection against her belly again. — I'm a man, Elizabeth. I have needs.

He took his hand off her mouth and grabbed her breast tightly. biting the inside of her cheek, she refused to scream in pain. — It seems you're an alcoholic too. - he stopped his ministrations and stared at her. she used that moment to get away from him. successfully pushing him away, she started toward the house. the sound of his drunken mumbling made her feel several emotions. she didn't think Archie would actually try to do anything to her, but then again, his actions so far had been like those of a stranger to her. she walked three meters before Archie grabbed her arm tightly and spun her around. Elizabeth lost her balance and fell backwards. Archie still held her arm and fell forward with her. Pine needles dug into her skin and rocks dug into her back when she finally touched the ground. He covered her body with his, laughing, his eyes crazed. — It seems like you really want a dick, kitten. did you see how you easily got into it backwards? - he started to fiddle with her blouse and unbutton the buttons. she tried in vain to push him away, but it was no use, even drunk he was stronger than her.

— Don't worry, Elizabeth. I'll make this feel really good for you. trust me.

•••

Chapter 4.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

Air rushed in and out of her mouth as the weight of Archie's body suffocated her. Elizabeth would never trust again. look what happened when she did. struggling a little harder, she knew she couldn't let that happen.

She gathered her strength and raised her hands to caress his face. the sound of his pained groan brought her a sense of victory. before she could do it again, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. The other began to unbutton and unzip her jeans. When his cock was out, he pushed her skirt up hard. He grabbed the hem of her panties and ripped them from her body.

— Please stop, Archie. - tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled uselessly.

— Betty, don't act like you don't want to. you've been teasing me for two fucking years. didn't you make it sound like you were going to give me some pussy when we got here? just give me what you got. - horror gripped every part of her as she watched, wide-eyed, as he began to stroke his own cock.

Was it her fault? she had told him she wanted to have sex, but she had no idea it would end like this.

Archie forced her thighs apart with his own and ran his hand over her mound. his touch was rough and urgent. he placed the tip of his erection at the entrance of her vagina. she began to cry louder. he covered her mouth with his hand and urged her to stay still and take it like a good girl.

She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for it to be over quickly. just when she thought he was going to force himself inside her, Archie's weight was lifted off her. keeping her eyes closed, she was afraid to open them. muffled grunts sounded near her. when everything went silent, Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes.

She was panting heavily in fear and staring wide-eyed at the large, imposing figure standing over Archie's huddled body. Archie lay lifeless on the floor, and if it weren't for the rising and falling of his chest, she would have thought he was dead. She looked away from the shadowed figure and slowly sat up.

Forsythe emerged from the darkness, his eyes hard and his jaw set. as his gaze raked her, she saw the anger flash across his face. expression, but then that emotion softened and he looked at her gently. He took a few long steps and knelt on the floor beside her. — Are you okay, Betty? - his voice sounded strangled, as if he had to force the words out. His hand on her cheek was large and warm, and she couldn’t help but lean into it. unable to contain herself, she cried even harder. her entire body shook as the gravity of what had almost happened echoed in her mind. Forsythe helped her up and hugged her. — shhh, it’s okay now. I won’t let anything happen to you, Princess. - he let him hold her as she cried into his chest.

— It’s my fault..- she felt him shaking his head before she could even finish. He held the back of her neck, holding her tighter against him, and spoke softly.

— This isn’t your fault at all. - o matter what you said or did, no one has the right to take anything away from you. he grabbed her arms and pulled her back so she could look him in the eye. — do you understand me, Betty? - he swallowed hard. her throat was dry and sore. Elizabeth saw the firm determination reflected in it.

— I understand. - looking behind his arm, she stared at Archie.

— Don’t worry about him. he’ll be gone for a while. let’s get you inside. - he put his arm around her shoulders and led them toward the house. Before they crossed the tree line, she stopped him.

— Can we not tell my parents about this?

— Betty, I really think they need to know. - she knew they would, but she couldn’t face their reaction when they found out. Would they blame her? Probably. they loved Archie, they thought he was perfect in every way. there was no way they would believe he would try something so heinous.

— I know, it’s just… - she looked at Archie curled up on the ground. — my parents won’t believe he would do something like that.

— They love you, Betty. - his tone softened, as if he was trying to convince her.

She didn’t want to argue about it. she knew her parents and she knew how they would react. — please, Uncle Forsythe. please don’t tell them. - she could see the war raging inside him about what to do. he looked at Archie for a moment, uncomprehending, and then turned to her.

— The police need to be called, Betty. - Forsythe’s tone didn’t invite argument.

My God.

The night was getting worse. — look, I know they should be called, but I don’t want to drag myself into this mess any more than I already have. you know as well as I do that if the police arrest him, there will be all sorts of legal issues that will involve me, too. - she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist.

She just wanted to be held. She wanted to forget about that night and move on. — please, Uncle Forsythe. please, can we just forget about it? — Almost begging, she prayed for him to hear her.

Elizabeth kept her head down, and when she felt Forsythe’s hand on her shoulder, she looked up and looked at him. neither of them spoke for several minutes.

— They’ll wonder why he has a black eye and wants to leave. - she could tell by the way he spoke that he wouldn’t tell anyone.

Maybe Archie really did need to be arrested, and maybe his parents needed to know, but she couldn't go through that now, nor did she want to think about it.

— He'll leave in the morning.

— Believe me, he won't want to stay anyway. - they were silent for several minutes and didn't move forward toward the house. when Forsythe finally took a deep breath and took a step back, he ran a hand through his short hair.

— Okay, I won't say anything, but I'm only doing this because you asked. It goes against my better judgment, but I don't want to see you suffer any more than you already are. - Nodding, she wouldn't have done it any other way. She would find something to tell her parents.

— And, Betty? - Forsythe, called Elizabeth's nickname.

— Yes? - Elizabeth turned.

— If I find out he's put his hands on you again, I'll hunt him down and kill him.

Trembling at the intensity of Forsythe's words, she knew he meant it.

•••

Chapter 5.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

The next morning, Archie woke up in his lawn chair, half his face swollen shut. when Elizabeth saw him, she knew immediately that his memory of the night before was intact. she thought he might look remorseful, even regretful, but a deep-seated hatred had taken hold of her. when her parents saw what had happened, he was at least smart enough not to be honest about how he had hurt himself. when he expressed his desire to go home, her parents were more than willing to take him back, probably worried about the possibility of a lawsuit over his injury. they didn’t bother to ask if she was okay with leaving, just told her to pack her things and meet them in the driveway. she refused to go, not wanting to be in the car with any of them. when she told them this, they looked at her as if she had grown a second head. of course, they told her she would just be a burden to Sylvia and Forsythe—who didn’t want to have to take care of a teenage girl.

Luckily, Uncle Forsythe was there, ruffling their ruffled feathers and telling them it was okay for her to stay at the cottage. without even looking back, they left.

That had happened a few hours ago and Elizabeth still didn't know how to feel. the whole situation was surreal. how could she ever trust another guy? Archie had turned into a monster in just one day. after two years with him, she needed to find out the hard way who he really was.

What she needed to do was run around the lake, clear her head and try to put things in perspective. she had too much anger and energy to just sit around and mope. she also didn't want to be around Aunt Sylvia. It seemed Sylvia wasn't too happy about Elizabeth staying.

Though she hadn’t said much, actions spoke louder than words. slipping on a pair of running shoes, Elizabeth grabbed a few bottles of water and headed out to get the feelings inside her out. she knew a good long run was just what she needed. she needed to let everything go so her mind could be open and free again. she had other things to worry about, like school starting in the fall. running faster, she let her surroundings wash over her and focused solely on what was in front of her.

The sun was setting when Elizabeth returned to the house. covered in sweat, she was exhausted, but she also felt exhilarated. ehen she stopped at the back door, she heard shouting and cursing coming from the open window. she hadn’t meant to snoop around, but rather to go in rather than hear an obvious fight. she knew leaving would have been the right thing to do, but her aunt and uncle’s argument had caught her attention.

And she felt her feet cemented to the ground. — It’s always about you, Fp. when are you going to start thinking about me? - her aunt’s voice was shrill and full of anger.

— Calm down, Sylvia. you’re acting childish. - Forsythe’s voice was firm. although he kept his cool, Elizabeth could tell he was irritated by the short words he said.

— Childish? ha! - Elizabeth heard cabinets slam shut. — that’s why our relationship sucks, Fp. that's why I went somewhere else to get what I need.

— No, our relationship sucks because you're a selfish bitch, Sylvia. you went and had sex with another man because you only care about yourself. you had no consideration for anyone else.

Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand as she listened to her uncles' private conversation. she felt like a voyeur, but she still couldn't move.

— Would you have told me if I hadn’t caught you? — Forsythe laughed harshly. — no, you wouldn’t.

— If you’re so unhappy, why did you stay?

— I didn’t want to give up, Sylvia, but as the years went by, I realized I didn’t care anymore. - everything was silent for a few moments. — I thought we could work this out. how wrong I was.

— This isn’t working, it hasn’t for a long time and we both know it. - Sylvia’s voice rose an octave.

— You’re right. I can’t keep holding on to something that doesn’t exist.

— I wish I’d never wasted all those years on you. Look what it’s gotten me! - more slamming of drawers and cabinets preceded Aunt’s harsh words.

Elizabeth didn’t move as she heard the front door open and close loudly. the sound of a car starting up and speeding out of the driveway made her shudder. it wasn't time to go in, not with his aunt or uncle inside, not after everything he had just heard.

As the car drove away and the sound grew more and more distant, Elizabeth turned to leave. Just as she was about to step out, she heard the back door open and close. tensed, she feared she would turn and see who was behind her. If it were her aunt, Sylvia would have had flaming eyes and a temper that would make Elizabeth take a few steps back. Uncle Forsythe was good at hiding his emotions. he held them in, hiding them behind a mask of cool, collected composure. Elizabeth feared his reaction mostly because he was like the calm before the storm.

Bracing herself, she turned and met her uncle’s blue eyes. he looked calm, as if he hadn’t just had a fight with his wife, as if she hadn’t abandoned him. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Elizabeth began to feel the tension in the air. awkward didn’t even begin to describe it.

She didn’t respond.

She wasn’t going to lie, and not because she knew Forsythe would be able to find out. Elizabeth didn’t feel right lying to him, not even about this.

— I’ve been standing here for ten minutes. - It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either.

He nodded almost absently and turned his attention back to the sunset.

— That took a long time. - It was as if he were talking to himself, keeping his attention on the horizon. — I wish you hadn’t gone through that, but your aunt is not known for her subtlety.

Elizabeth walked over to where he was sitting and sat down beside him. — I’m sorry. - Is that the right thing to say? — maybe I should go home. - How could she stay here after all this? he seemed fine, but Elizabeth knew that even if he wasn’t upset about the outcome of the marriage, he must still be upset about the situation in general. Who wouldn’t be?

— No, I don’t want you to leave. - he turned and smiled at her. — you have nothing to apologize for. I'm just sorry you had to be here when the shit finally hit the fan. I know this must be embarrassing for you. trust me when I say our marriage was on the rocks a long time ago.s

It wasn’t Elizabeth’s business, but she loved his honesty and wanted him to feel like he could tell her anything. So, against her better judgment, she asked. — If things were so bad, why did you stay together for so long? - his heavy exhale made her instantly regret what she’d said. — I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.

— No, it’s okay. I think I stayed so long because I thought things would be different. I thought I could make our relationship work when she was already damaged. - he laughed awkwardly.

When no one else was there for her, he was, and so she needed to be that shoulder for him to lean on if he needed it. — I’m sorry she… - how to say this?

— Cheated on me? - she turned to face him and felt some of the tension dissipate when he patted her knee. — It’s okay, honey, I don’t mind talking about it. We’re both adults and it’s not like you haven’t heard her say it. - taking a deep breath, he leaned back in his chair and ran his hand over his chin. - let's put it this way: after that, things were never the same again. as much as I wanted to leave it behind, I couldn't.

They were silent for a while longer, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Elizabeth didn't know what to say, but she knew that at that moment nothing needed to be said.

When the sun finally set, she went inside and washed. Elizabeth wished she could do something to change things for Forsythe, wished she could wipe that look of disappointment from his face when he thought she wasn’t looking. Would things ever go back to the way they were? She had a feeling they wouldn’t.

•••

Chapter 6.

ELIZABETH "BETTY" COOPER.

The next few weeks were tense at the cottage. although she tried to make light of the situation, she knew that Forsythe was trying too hard. It was just a difficult situation that made everything awkward, no matter how hard they tried to ease the tension.

Meals were eaten in silence, and when either of them did strike up a conversation, it was brief. When Forsythe received the divorce papers in the mail, they both knew that Sylvia had planned it, knew that the relationship was over long before the fight happened. she had seen him sign the papers, his writing quick and angry. how she longed to comfort him, but she knew that it would not be welcome, especially at this moment.

There was so much confusion in Uncle’s eyes, and Elizabeth wished desperately that she could ease it. the idea of going home sounded better and better. Elizabeth knew that Forsythe needed some time alone, but every time she brought it up, he brushed it off and said that he loved having her at the cottage, that her company was much needed.

As they sat at the dinner table, the only sound was the sound of silverware hitting the porcelain. She looked up as she lifted her fork to her mouth and watched Forsythe chew dryly, his attention focused on the table. she repeated the chewing and swallowing motions, trying to push away the worries, fears, and uneasy feeling that surrounded her. she picked up her glass, raised it to her mouth, and took a long sip.

— So… today really was a beautiful day.

— Yes, it was. - he didn’t look up at her as he answered. she placed the glass on the table along with the fork.

— I was thinking about going home. - he looked at her now. — I wouldn’t expect you to drive me back or anything. There’s a bus leaving for the city this weekend. - he carefully set his fork down and leaned back. She shifted in her seat, restless, aware of the intense tension. — I just don’t think now is the best time for me to be here. Things are just… weird. - I hate to say this, but I want to be honest.

— Do you hate being here? - his voice was calm and neutral, but she knew she shouldn't let herself be fooled.

— I don’t hate being here. I just hate this weirdness between us. It’s no one’s fault. I know things are bad right now, and I just think maybe you need some time alone. I feel like a burden.

When he ran a hand through his short, dark hair and sighed, she felt guilty for opening her mouth. there she was, making things more stressful when he already had enough to do.

— Are you done eating, Betty?

She looked down at her plate, a little shocked by the abrupt change in subject. — yes. - picking up her plate, she was about to take it to the sink and rinse it when Forsythe was right in front of her, reaching out to take it. she looked at him in surprise. she hadn’t even heard his chair slide across the floor when he stood up.

As he carried the dishes to the sink, she watched him. the simple white t-shirt he wore stretched across his broad, muscular back. the sinews and tendons were easily visible beneath the thin fabric, and she couldn't contain the heat that bloomed within her. she frowned at where her thoughts were going. Elizabeth shook her head, hoping to clear it.

— Join me outside and watch the sunset?

She nodded and followed him out the door. the sun was already beginning to set on the horizon, the shades of pink, yellow and orange mixing to create a cacophony of colors that painted everything with a tone of happiness. the air was thick and warm, but the beauty of the environment helped to muffle the uncomfortable feeling that the heat created. the two sat around the fire and Elizabeth looked at the cold, black ashes. she remembered when they had all sat around it, a few weeks ago, with the flames between them and the laughter echoing loudly. now it was just the two of them.

Elizabeth looked up and saw Forsythe watching her. — hi. - trying to lighten the situation, Elizabeth smiled. Forsythe smiled back, but the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes.

— I was a son of a bitch, Betty. I'm really sorry.

— What? you weren't an asshole. - he nodded before she could even finish. — after everything that happened, I wouldn't expect you to be so happy and excited.

— Would you like something to drink? - once again, she found it a little odd that he changed the subject so quickly. after she nodded, he got up and went into the house. He only left for a few minutes, and when he came back, he had a bottle of beer in his hand and a glass of lemonade in his hand.

Of course, he handed her the lemonade. She frowned and took the offered glass. — I wouldn't mind a beer. - when he laughed, she glared at him.

— You're only eighteen. - he leaned back in his chair and took a long drink from the bottle. — Isn't the legal drinking age twenty-one? - he was teasing her, she realized.

— Oh, come on. Like you never had a beer before you were twenty-one? - raising an eyebrow, she studied him over the rim of her glass.

— No, I did, and it made me do a lot of stupid things.

— I'm sure drinking at any age will make you do a lot of stupid things. - they both started laughing. Elizabeth was happy to feel the tension dissipating.

As the night wore on and the conversation continued, Elizabeth was finally feeling her old self around Uncle Forsythe.

— Come here, Elizabeth. sit next to me.

She walked over and sat down beside him. they hadn’t lit a fire and the only thing that gave off any kind of light was the silver moon above them.

— The sky is so bright tonight. I bet you could count every star. - she elbowed him in the side. He gave a wry grunt and smiled at her. — I remember when you were little and you told me you were going to count every star in the sky. Remember that?

— Yes. - Elizabeth leaned her head back against the chair. she stared at the bright, twinkling stars. — actually, I tried once, but the next thing I knew I was waking up the next morning. - they both laughed and she turned to face him.

He stared at her intently, and Elizabeth could see the movement of his jaw beneath the skin, a faint dusting of stubble. she wondered what he was thinking to make his gaze so thoughtful and almost haunted. how she wished she had the courage to reach across the distance between them and run her finger between his eyes, smoothing away the tiny crease there.

Elizabeth turned her attention away from Forsythe and looked up at the stars. there was no point in thinking about these things. she needed to push away the emotions that threatened to consume her. he was her Uncle Forsythe, the man who had always shown her strength and compassion.

— I’m so glad I came to the cabin. Even though everything turned out the way it did.” She quickly changed the subject. Elizabeth didn’t want to think about Archie and what had happened, but it was a surefire way to divert her thoughts to other things.

— You know you really are a wonderful man, and if Sylvia can’t see that, aunt or not, I’m glad you got away. You were always there for me when no one else was, not even my parents. - he didn’t say anything, and she worried that she had said something wrong or crossed a line. She looked away from the stars and looked at him.

— I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me to hear you say that. - he stood up and hugged her tightly.

Elizabeth couldn't help but let herself be carried away by the hug. he was so strong that she knew he could make anything bad go away. he smelled of the wild nature that surrounded them and she took a deep breath. she wanted to burn that scent into her mind so she would always have it to admire, even when he wasn't around.

— I love you, Betty.

— I love you too, Uncle Forsythe. - he pulled her back so that she was facing him. she couldn’t contain the emotion that flooded her, couldn’t contain the urge to press her lips against his.

— No. I really love you. - his voice low, he almost whispered the words.

He was so close that all she had to do was lean in and kiss him. lowering her eyes to his lips, she ached to do just that. — I really love you too. - when she looked up again, she saw that he was also looking at her lips. the expression he held could have been interpreted in a million different ways: motivated, fear, indifference, all of these expressions filtering across his face in rapid succession.

It might be wrong, it might even be inappropriate, but Elizabeth couldn't deny what she felt for him. It was more than loving Forsythe, it was feeling protected and cherished. She didn't just realize that, no, she felt it when she learned what true love was, when she realized that looking at him made her heart flutter and moisture well up between her legs.

She was an adult, she knew what she wanted and she no longer cared about the outcome. she leaned in the last few inches and pressed her lips against his. he tensed for a few seconds, but when she ran her tongue along the opening of his lips, she felt his body soften.

The deep, masculine groan he emitted made her nipples harden and her pussy grow wet. When he opened his mouth and their tongues pressed together, she couldn't contain the small sound of pleasure that escaped. he tasted so good, so addictive. she never imagined it could be like this, so potent and intoxicating.

Elizabeth tilted her head even further and deepened the kiss. the sound of glass shattering on the cobblestone patio as his bottle hit the ground seeped vaguely into her lust-induced brain. she wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted so that her legs brushed against his. Forsythe tensed again and she thought he would pull away or stop, but after a moment he kissed her more fervently.

Tongues dueling, breaths mingling, they were like rabid animals trying to get closer, needing more. the kiss was wild, uninhibited. He grabbed her waist, his large hands almost enveloping her completely. he pulled her towards him with gentle movements and she found herself straddling his legs. her skirt rode up her thighs and his rough jeans scraped against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

This excited her even more. she moved closer to him and pressed her breasts against his firm chest. she felt her nipples harden, turning into small hard points of pleasurable agony. When her intimacy brushed against the hard erection pressed against the fly of his jeans, he suddenly broke the kiss. they were both panting and staring at each other. she felt euphoria and a little admiration. she had never imagined she would do that, but nothing had ever felt more right.

— Betty. - his voice was deep and hoarse. — we can’t do this. It’s not right. - she knew he was right, knew that if her mother or father, or God forbid, her aunt found out, they would never look at her the same way again.

Despite all this, she didn't care. why should she care what people thought? they never had before, never acted like they wanted to know what was going on in her life. she felt that this was right, that there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

— I love you. - without wasting another minute, Elizabeth leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. her pussy brushed against his cock and she felt a strong jolt. even wearing thick jeans, she realized how big he was. It was a little unnerving, but nothing about Forsythe was small.

The next moment, she found herself falling backwards and hitting the floor. her breath was knocked out of her for a moment. she looked at him a little dazed. Forsythe had stood up so fast that she had fallen. right off his lap. He was pacing back and forth in front of her and playing with his hair with his hand.

— Oh, Betty, fuck. I'm sorry. - he reached down and helped her up. he kept his hand on her arm, but as if he had caught himself doing something he shouldn’t, he staggered back and away from her.

— Wait. Please don’t go.

He stopped and turned to face her. the haunted expression he wore tore at her heart. — I can’t, Betty. this isn’t right. - he let out a long breath and then turned to go into the house.

— Uncle Forsythe. - she took a step toward him. before he reached the door, she saw his body stiffen. he didn’t turn around when he spoke.

— See, Elizabeth, that’s right. I’m your uncle. I’m. Your. Fucking. Uncle! - she could tell his anger was rising at an alarming rate. His crude language didn’t faze her, not when the blood rushed through her veins and her body felt like it was on fire. — stop. we’re only related by marriage. - she was on the verge of tears, frustration and excitement waging war inside her. she would have said anything to make him see reason. Elizabeth knew what he meant, knew that even though they weren’t related by blood, he was still her uncle. He shook his head and finally turned to look at her intently. — I’ve known you all my life, Betty. this isn’t right. I’m sick! - her voice broke on the last sentence and she wanted to go to him, comfort him and tell him that everything was okay.

She took another step, but he anticipated it and stepped back. he held up his hand to keep her from moving. opening her mouth a few times, she wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in her throat. he turned and stormed inside, and she flinched when he slammed the door. she shouldn’t have gone after him, shouldn’t have followed him, but she couldn’t help herself. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. she had initiated the kiss, she had started all of this. If this was the end of it, if he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, well, she understood, but she needed to know the truth. how could she let it end like this if she never found out what was really going on? was Forsythe as confused as she was? did he care for her on a whole other level? she needed to know.

#Betty Cooper #Fp Jones #Lili Reinhart #Skeet Ulrich #my aunt's husband #good girl #18 and 44 #age g@p

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Summary: Megan, a 20 year old girl was in her boyfriend's office of over 46 years. She had an idea to tease him, but soon she would regret teasing him.

KATTHRINE EMILY PARKER, 20

— Hmm. - I moan as I stretch my back, intentionally exposing my ass in the air, the light blue dress riding up as I move and my loose hair sprawled on the floor where I lie. I'm sure my panties are wet and showing, but the men behind me continue to talk. there's no way he didn't hear the moan. I pout, biting my lip.

I lie back down with a loud thud, some of my crayons rolling across the hardwood floor of the office. I'm so stuck here. Harvey and I celebrated our anniversary a year ago, with promises that he would take me somewhere. but here I am, sitting in the office, he's in another meeting less than ten feet away, and I'm not even sure he knows I'm here. I know he has to work, but I crave his attention more than anything else in the world.

Harvey has been very busy since spring. now summer is almost over and I see no sign of him slowing down.

The worst punishment of all was today and I have no desire to take another one, however, I also don't want to let it go. It really sucks not being allowed to be home alone, hence the fact that I'm lying on the floor of the office scrolling through my phone while he has a meeting.

Turning away, I tap one of my cortunas on the floor. I can feel the sugar from all the cakes I've eaten during the course of the afternoon working its way through my system. Harvey gave me a stern look when I was with an old high school classmate.

— We started later than we wanted, but I can promise you that the roof will be done before winter. We don't want any snow falling on the open rafters. let's keep it closed. - Harvey says, as I'm bored to death.

— And when do you think the rest of the house will be finished? I don't want to tell my girl one about this until the work is closer to being finished or she'll drive me fucking crazy.

— I know, very well. - Harvey says seriously.

Rolling onto my side, I rest my chin on my hand and look at him, but he still doesn't look at me. I know Harvey sees me. I lift one leg so my dress falls open, revealing my panties, higher this time, and I slap my heels on the floor.

This is sure to get his full attention. I know I'm pressuring him, exposing myself like this, but I'm turned on and I need him now.

Both men turn to me, Harvey's eyes harden and he gives me a look that is the opposite of the calm he's trying to convey. I feel my pussy clench at the fact that both men's eyes are on me, but I only look at Harvey. I'm being a naughty little slut in my quest for his attention.

Actually, it's my fault he didn't give me any this morning. when we were on our way to his company.

Maybe you should spank me, I'm sure we'll get to that when the meeting is over.

After my punishments, I'm sure it's now.

— Kathrine, do you enjoy teasing me so much. while I have a fucking important meeting? - Harvey yelled, as he dropped his pen on the floor.

I feel my face flush at his words. I can't believe he said that.

— I’m sorry, Derek. do you mind? - Harvey asks, setting his pen back down on the table and looking at his partner.

— No way, Harvey. - Derek says, and I smile, thinking he’s going to get up and leave, but he just leans back in his chair.

When Harvey stands, he keeps his eyes fixed on me. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and then pulls them off his pants.

— Oh shit. - I whisper, and then I cringe, hoping he didn’t hear me curse.

Before I have time to try to stand, Harvey’s hand closes around the back of my neck. I’m glad he didn’t take off his belt, but it’s still a damn possibility.

— Don't fight me, Babydoll. don't make me hurt you. be a good girl and take what you asked for. - before I can answer, my chest is being pressed against the table. kifting my dress he pulls my panties down to mid-thigh, giving him enough room to do what he wants but still keeping me hidden from the other man. — you showed those motherfuckers something that belongs to me, didn't you? you were asking for their fucking attention.

The pain of the spanking on my ass makes me scream before I can answer his questions.

— Silence, you whore. - I feel Harvey's hand rub the burning skin, then I hear the other man in the room shift in his chair.

For a moment, I completely forgot he was here, he may not be able to see my ass, but Harvey has never done anything like this in front of another man. I've never been exposed to anyone but Harvey.

Flashes of excitement run through me. part of me loves attention. I always love attention, but I like teasing him so much.

— Is she okay? - Derek asked.

— Yeah, that slut is like that. because I haven't paid her any attention. after I fuck that girl, she'll go back to sleep. - Harvey yelled.

— Hey... - I start to protest being talked to as if I wasn't here, but another blow hits my ass.

— I would recommend that you stay still, Baby Doll, or I won't give you that orgasm. don't you want me to touch your pussy or not? I can already see your cream covering your thighs. You're a dirty slut, aren't you? - Harvey asked, as he looked at me.

I moan at his words, rubbing my legs together, trying to get friction on my clit to relieve some of the pressure building up.

— She's a stubborn whore, isn't she? -

Harvey slides a hand between my legs, placing it on my pussy and stopping my movements so that I can't find relief. one of his fingers starts rubbing back and forth on my clit and pleasure floods my senses.

— She's been very stubborn the last few months and I have to do something about it. - Harvey says, still stroking my clit back and forth.

— She's pouting because I've forbidden her from talking to another man.

Excitement fills me and I can't tell if it's from embarrassment, anticipation or the thought of Harvey fucking me in front of another man.

— That sweet 'please' was so polite, Katthrine. your good manners will get you what you want. - suddenly, I feel his tongue on me. his entire face is buried between my legs from behind, my chest still pressed against the table.

Harvey grabs my thighs, pulling them closer to him.

He lifts me up so my ass is off the table, making me stand on my tiptoes. for a minute, I'm afraid my sandals will make me slip, but Harvey's grip is so firm that I'm not going anywhere.

His tongue plays around my clit, teasing it as he gives it firm, wet licks. the sensation of his attention on my soft, tender part has me screaming for more and more. I try to push my body back and put myself on his face, but Harvey's grip won't allow it.

— Fuck? - Derek says. then I hear the familiar sound of plastic packaging being ripped. — shit, is that what happened?

— Well, that bastard told me he had no intention of hitting on her, but I knew he was lying.

— I'm sure it will happen, sometimes. - Derek says.

— Yeah, I'll have to hire some security. when she gets out of college.

— Please, Daddy. - I beg.

I scream in frustration as his mouth suddenly leaves my greedy pussy.

— You’re going to cum for me, Katthrine. I’m going to cum. and when you do, I want you to remember whose sweet pussy this is. It may be between your legs, but it’s mine. you must remember that the next time you think about showing it to another man to get my attention. I’m going to punish you again and you’ll never want to tease me again.

If I wasn’t so close to cumming, I would have said my strategy worked. but I knew this would only end with me in the corner and not cumming, so I close my mouth and fight the urge to be naughty.

All thoughts leave my mind as Harvey’s mouth goes straight to my clit. he sucks it into his mouth and I cum immediately. my head fogs and my legs give way as pleasure courses through me.

— She’s in a bad mood today, but she still tastes as sweet as ever. - Harvey says, pulling me off the table. he places me on his office couch, my panties now hanging around one ankle. I try to close my legs, but Harvey stops my movements.

— No, Katthrine. you wanted to be a naughty brat and disturb my meeting. the least you can do is give Derek a nice view of your wet pussy while we finish up.

I'm so exhausted from my orgasm that I don't even protest. I just let my legs spread.

— I told you that you should have gone to sleep earlier now, you're going back to sleep while I'm finishing up the meeting. - I lean over, Harvey sits up and I rest my head on his chest. I feel Harvey covering me with his long coat.

Running his hands gently through my hair, I slowly start to drift off to sleep.

•••

KATHRINE PARKER.

— You look so hot in that bikini. Babydoll. - Harvey says, pulling me into his body and cupping my bikini-covered pussy with his hand, making me relax.

The weather is perfect today. So it's not too hot to just lie around the cabin during the day. Harvey nibbles on my neck, making me smile even more.

— It's not too hot, are you okay, Babydoll? - Harvey gives my neck another small bite and I smile at the feeling.

— Yes, Daddy. Just a little thirsty.

I turn in his arms, pressing my body against his.

— Whipped cream? - Harvey knows what I'm implying.

— Extra? - Batting my eyelashes, I try to work a little to get what I want.

— I'll buy it for you. - breaking out of my embrace, he gets off the sofa bed and gets on top of me. — don't leave the cabin while I'm gone.

His eyes roam over my tiny bikini. My breasts jut out at the sides of the triangles and the tiny panties cover my private parts.

— Why not? - I ask, standing up and putting on my sunglasses. — what if I need to go for a quick dip in the ocean?

He leans forward, pinching my nipple. I gasp in shock as he rolls it between his fingers, looking into my eyes.

— Just, I won’t be gone long. I don’t want to leave here. - Harvey growls, squeezing my nipple a little tighter and making me scream louder.

— Fine. I pout, moving back to the sofa bed.

— I could just tie you up here and not have to worry.

He grumbles and runs a hand over his chin, which he hasn’t bothered to shave since we got here.

— You can’t tie me up! - I stand up again. — what if I want to have a dance party? - I start dancing around the bed, waving my hands in the air.

— Do you want me to get your drink? Because I'm about to drag you back to the cabin and fuck you.

When he says this, three people walking along the beach turn to look at us. — Daddy! - I feign shock, but I really don't care.

— Just sit down and wait for me to come back.

I fall onto the sofa bed, making my movements as dramatic as possible.

— Be a good girl while I'm gone or you won't suck my damn dick when we're in the cabin.

I look at his dick. It better not happen. I'd never sleep if I couldn't have it in my mouth. the feeling of sucking it while I try to fall asleep calms me down. I huff as he leaves and know I need to behave.

Hours pass and Harvey still hasn't come back. okay, maybe not hours. more like five minutes, but I'm starting to sweat and need to cool off. I get up and walk to the edge of the cabin and see if I can catch a glimpse of Harvey. when I look around, I don't see him. I decide I probably have time to dive in really quickly and run back to the cabin to dry off before he comes back with the drink. he'll never even know I'm gone.

I throw my sunglasses back on as I head towards the beach, looking down to make sure my nipples aren’t showing and my pussy is completely covered. I reach the water’s edge. I’m so absorbed in the sparkling blue ocean that I walk and bump into someone, sending us both tumbling into the waves.

I get caught in the current, but before I can catch my balance, a set of hands grab my arms and help me up.

— Wow. If I had known there was a set of tits like that under the shit I had at the club, I would have looked further.

The seawater burns my eyes and I have to blink a few times to recognize the bad boy from the dance club last night. I see that his eyes are fixed on my chest. He squeezes my arms a little, trying to pull me closer and I start to panic.

— Get your hands off me. - I try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. fear starts to send shivers down my spine and I don’t know what to do.

— Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't want attention when you're wearing something like that. why don't we go for a quick walk and...

He doesn't get a chance to finish the thought before he's pushed into the waves and I'm in Harvey's arms.

— Daddy! - I almost sob into his neck, grateful that he’s here. I look back over my shoulder to see the boy stand up and walk out of the water. I feel Harvey’s tense gaze on him.

— Keep, your dirty hands off my girlfriend, Chris. - Harvey says, as he holds me tightly in his arms.

— Maybe you shouldn’t let your girlfriend dress like a slut on the beach and get crazy when people talk to her. - I feel so angry at his stupid words. He doesn’t know anything about us.

— And you never fucking touch anything that doesn’t belong to you. you should be dead, you son of a bitch.

With those words, Harvey punches the man in the face with a single blow. He turns us around and takes me back to the cabin, pulling the curtains as we reach the bed. I see my drink on the side table and look at it anxiously.

— I'm sorry, Daddy. - I say, lowering my head.

— You don't need to apologize, Babydoll. I should have apologized for leaving you here alone, I should have taken you with me. - Harvey says, and puts his finger on my chin and lifts it to look into my eyes.

— I love you, Daddy. - I say, hugging him.

— I love you too, Babydoll. No one will take you away from me. - Harvey says, wrapping his thick hands around my waist.

Harvey takes me to bed, lying down on the bed, even though I'm on top of him.

I feel his hard cock in my pussy.

#age g@p #daddy's good girl #agent harvey russell #katthrine parker #20 and 46 #jeffreydeanmorgan #lucyhale

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GWENDOLYN STACY.

— Did you like it? - Godfather Eddie, asks me after I open the present.

— It's beautiful. Like everything else. - I say honestly.

It's Christmas and I've spent hours opening one present after another. each one is more beautiful and perfect than the last.

— That's what you wanted, isn't it?

— No, I remember saying I wanted this necklace. - I say a little brusquely, but then he gives me a confused look.

— Yes, you did. Last April, when we were at the museum. I mentioned the necklace in the painting and you said you'd like to have a necklace like that. no one knew if the necklace existed or was just in the painting, so I asked the jeweler to make a replica for you.

— Oh. - Is all I can say as I stare at the necklace filled with all sorts of jewels. I didn’t think it was real, but I was clearly wrong.

Today has been confusing, to say the least.

Last night was a blur, and when I woke up, I thought maybe I had dreamed it. that was until Godfather Eddie went down on me and made me orgasm all over his face. then he had sex with me three times before he let me get out of bed. the last time I was on all fours like a dog while he did it from behind. I tried not to like it and kept telling myself it was horrible, even as I pulled back for more. even as I got wetter and grabbed his cock. even as I silently begged him to keep going.

Since the house staff is off today, he cooked for me. I didn't realize how hungry I was, but I ate until I couldn't hold anything else down. when he was satisfied, he took me to the living room and showed me the mountain of presents. I didn't know how to react because this was very different from Godfather Eddie. our relationship before last night was distant and somewhat cold. but seeing him smiling at me while he prepared food for me and then spoiled me with presents was like waking up in a new world. maybe that's it.

— Godfather Eddie....- I start to say, but he interrupts me. — I have one more present for you. - I say, and look around the room.

— How can there be anything more? - Godfather Eddie says, touching my face.

To my complete surprise, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. He places it on his knees and points his finger at me. — Come here, sweet Bunny. - Godfather Eddie, he orders.

I’m hesitant because when he puts his hands on me, my body betrays my mind. I know it’s wrong for him to touch me, but when he does this, all I can do is hope he never stops. does that make me as bad as him?

When his smile fades, I know I have no choice, so I get up from where I’m sitting on the floor and sit on the couch next to him.

— When you first came here, I was angry. - he says as he takes my hand. — I didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of anyone. of anything, really. - he leans down and kisses my hand. — then you looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes like I was your savior, and it made me feel like a god.

He's not wrong. I remember thinking of him that way too. He opens the velvet box and reveals a giant diamond surrounded by dark red rubies. I can't help the little sigh that leaves me at the sight of it.

— I love you and I want you forever, Gwendolyn. - Godfather Eddie says as he takes the ring out of the box and places it on my finger. — I want to give you the world.

Before we went down to eat this morning, he gave me a bag like Hayley usually leaves, and inside was a beautiful red dress. He also gave me a special pair of panties and a bra to match and asked me to wear them today. It was so out of character for him, but maybe it wasn't. maybe this was just the kind of man he'd always been and he didn't know how to give me his all.

— I have nothing to give you. - is all I can say.

Sure, I could resist and run away, but what awaits me beyond those doors? Nothing and no one. Here in this mansion I have someone who loves me and everything I could ever dream of. All I have to do is ask and I know Uncle Logan will give it to me with a smile.

— I think you know what you can give me in return. - Godfather Eddie says, and I nod.

— Yes. - I agree and stand up from the couch.

Bending down, I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head in one smooth motion. The bra he asked me to wear today has a clasp in the front that opens the silk cups and exposes my nipples. at the sight of them, his eyes darken and he licks his lips. this triggers my own reaction and I can feel drops of warm milk running down.

When I go to pull down my panties, he shakes his head.

— Leave them on. - Godfather Eddie swallows hard, as if he's having to control himself. — I like to push them to the side. - I agree to his request and reach between my legs to pull them off. When the cold air hits my pussy, I can feel how wet I am.

— The first time I walked into your room I was really nervous. - Godfather Eddie says as he gets off the couch. — I fumbled in the dark and ended up cumming in my pants before I even touched you. - Godfather Eddie kneels in front of me and places his hands on my hips. — the more I touched you, the more I needed to touch you. - Godfather Eddie comes closer and I feel his warm tongue slide between my folds. — some nights I would come in there and just hold you while you slept.

I moan as his mouth moves over all the sensitive skin. how can I want this so much knowing how wrong it is?

— Other nights I’d eat your pussy for hours. - everything south of my belly button tightens and Godfather Eddie chuckles. — you’re greedy even when you’re asleep. - he buries his face in my pussy and I scream as the orgasm swallows me whole.

The next thing I know, he’s got me on all fours right next to the Christmas tree. I don’t have time to catch my breath as his huge cock penetrates me so deep it feels like it’s in my stomach. I keep bracing myself for it to hurt, but of course that should never have been a concern. Godfather Eddie licks my shoulder as he climbs over my body and starts to attack me like an animal. I’m embarrassed that I’m wet and then embarrassed when I spread my knees wider. Godfather Eddie makes me feel so good I forget he’s my Godfather.

— The first time I came inside you, I couldn’t breathe. — Godfather Eddie says as his cock throbs. — It felt like you sucked my soul out of my chest and I came so fast.

— Please, Godfather Eddie. — I beg, not sure if I’m begging him to stop or keep going.

— You slept like an angel while I filled you with cum. — Godfather Eddie licks the shell of my ear and I’m so close to another orgasm. — I know I’m your Godfather, but I can be your daddy too if you want.

— Oh God. - I moan as the orgasm that was threatening to come frees me. My arms give out as my ass is in the air and he fucks me into the floor.

— Fuck, did you hear that? - the sound of his heavy cock slamming into me echoes through the room. — that sounds like a yes to me.

— Yes, Daddy. - I say, and his cock goes solid as heat floods my pussy.

— Shit. - Godfather Eddie hisses as if he doesn't want to go so fast, and I smile to myself.

He pulls out and I roll onto my back, realizing I've fallen into a pile of presents. Godfather Eddie isn't done with me yet as he shoves his still hard cock back into my pussy.

— I still have a lot to give you. - Godfather Eddie says as he reaches down and grabs my nipple.

— Me too. - I say as I run my hands through his hair and he moves to my other nipple.

Maybe this can be wrong and right at the same time. at least that's what it feels like to me. as I squeeze and milk his cock, he tells me all about our dirty future.

•••

#tom hardy and dove cameron #age g@p #gwendolynstacy #eddiebrock #18 and 42 #godfather #goddaughter

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Summary: He became very obsessed with his goddaughter, so he decided to make her his girl.

GWENDOLYN STACY, 18 YEARS.

After brushing my hair, I put all my belongings away on the bathroom counter and put the towels in their place. Godfather Eddie doesn’t like me to leave a mess, even though this is my bathroom and no one shares it with me. I want to laugh at the idea of anyone else using this space. there are ten other bathrooms in this house that they could choose before using mine.

Still, he likes everything to be in its place and the house to be tidy. this time I want to roll my eyes because he has maids who come in several times a week to make sure there’s not a speck of dust in the place. If I happened to leave my brush on the counter or, God forbid, clothes on the floor, it’s not like they’d be there for twenty-four hours. there would be someone right behind me to make sure everything was spotless.

But that’s Godfather Eddie. He likes order, precision, and doing things his way. The urge to rebel and throw everything on the floor is strong, but then I remember why I live with him and I make sure everything is extremely clean.

My parents moved last year and I didn’t fit into their plans of partying and sleeping with strangers from all over the world. I was only a few months away from turning 18, so they left me at Godfather Eddie’s house and told him to make sure I stayed out of trouble until I was of age. now that I’m eighteen, I trust in my Godfather’s good graces and pray he doesn’t kick me out.

After I graduated from high school, he told me I could go to college or learn a trade, but I could stay here as long as I followed his rules. and of course I agreed immediately, because what other options did I have? I got good grades, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. He agreed to pay for my tutoring in the meantime, since there was no college nearby that I could commute to. so that's what I do every day now. I wake up, sit for hours tutoring, and then go to bed. It's not much different from my previous life, but it's better than being on the streets.

— Gwen? - Godfather Eddie’s voice startles me and I look in the mirror to see my reflection. — your breakfast is ready. - he says, but he doesn’t leave right away. Instead, he looks back at me in the mirror and his eyes travel down my dress. — where did you get this?

— Hayley bought it for me. - I say softly as I run my fingers over the pretty green material. — It was in the bags she left on my bed.

Hayley is my personal shopper and also in charge of buying my clothes. she usually has very strict instructions about what I can and can’t wear, and I was shocked when this dress was stuffed into one of the bags. It’s the perfect Christmas dress and I couldn’t wait to wear it. Especially since it’s Christmas Eve.

Usually when Hayley buys me clothes, they are black, white, or gray and completely shapeless. there is never any color or anything form-fitting that would draw attention to me or my body. But this green dress is the complete opposite of all of those things because it is tight and short with glitter all over it. I wanted to scream with excitement when I saw it, but now I am wondering if there was a mistake.

The way Godfather Eddie is looking at me makes me think that this is not something he wanted me to have.

— I see I will have to talk to her again and remind her of her wardrobe requirements. - he presses his lips together as his eyes drift to my breasts. — and she obviously needs to get remeasured.

Sure, the dress is tight across my chest, but it’s stretchy.

Okay, so it’s stretched to its max size, but I can’t help it. my boobs keep getting bigger and bigger and now they hurt all the time. I figured they’d stop growing at some point, but maybe it’s all the vitamins Godfather Eddie makes me take. they also make me wetter between my legs, but I’ve never told anyone that.

— Maybe she thought she needed a fun dress for tonight. - I say, because the last thing I want to do is get Hayley in trouble.

There were also a few different panties and bras in the bag, but I don’t dare mention that to him.

— Hmm. - Godfather Eddie makes a short sound, but his eyes keep moving over me. he looks annoyed as he looks at the dress over and over, and I stand there trying not to fidget. — we don’t have time for you to change. Your breakfast is getting cold.

With that, he turns and leaves me running after him.

— Why don’t we have time? - I ask as I follow him down the stairs.

— Your guardians will be here early. - Godfather Eddie says as we enter the dining room and the kitchen waiters immediately come out to serve us. that’s why my breakfast would never have a chance to get cold, but I don’t tell him that.

— My guardians? - I ask, feeling betrayed. — but it’s Christmas.

Godfather Eddie takes the napkin away as the waiters uncover our plates and leave us alone.

— I’m aware of the date, Gwen, and it’s Christmas Eve. - he looks at the silver plate next to mine that holds my daily pills. — eat so you can take your medicine.

I shouldn't take them on an empty stomach, but how am I supposed to eat when I expect at least a few days off from school?

— Godfather Eddie... - I begin, but he gives me a look that stops me in my tracks.

— As long as you're under my care and guidance, you'll do what I expect of you. Is that understood? - he cuts into his breakfast omelet, but waits for me to answer before taking a bite.

— Yes, Godfather Eddie.

I agree because I have to, and also because he doesn't demand much of me. He lets me have free rein of the house and doesn't make me lift a finger. all he asks in return is that I study hard and take care of myself.

This is our first official Christmas together since I was dumped in January, so I was the one who assumed today might be different.

— Good one, kiddo. - Eddie says and then goes back to eating his breakfast.

— Are you working today too? - I ask, and shake my head before taking a sip of juice and pointing to my plate.

— Eat. - Godfather Eddie orders, and I do as he says. — the offices are closed on Christmas Day, and most of the employees want to be with their families tonight. - Godfather Eddie says as if it were a ridiculous request, but then sighs. — then I'll be home early.

— Would you like to watch a Christmas movie with me? - I offer.

I don't have any Christmas traditions, but it seems like something we could do that wouldn't require much conversation. He doesn't seem to be into that, and it's not like we're having people over.

I was surprised when he brought in a crew to decorate the entire house for the holidays. At first I thought we were going to have a party, but then nothing happened. I guess he just wanted the place to look festive. It seems a shame to waste all that if we're not going to do something Christmassy.

— I suppose so. - Godfather Eddie says cautiously. — If you finish your studies on time.

— I will. - I promise and then I take the pills from the tray and swallow them with the rest of my juice. when I finish, he gets up and I do the same. — Godfather Eddie? - I call him.

He stops on his way out of the dining room just as the waiters arrive to clear our plates. — yes?

— Is it okay if I wear this dress today? - I’m not sure if I need permission to keep it on, but something tells me it’ll be a long road to making amends if I don’t ask first.

He takes a moment to look me up and down before his eyes settle on my chest again. Is it really that tight?

— You can. - he finally agrees, and with those two words, he walks away.

•••

EDWARD BROCK, 42 YEARS.

When his driver pulls up in front of the house, Eddie doesn’t wait for him to open the door for him.

— Have a Merry Christmas, Mr. Brock. - Mr. Argent says, and Eddie waves in their direction.

Most of the staff are off tonight and tomorrow to be with their families. until this year, they had no one to spend the holidays with. that is, until Gwendolyn came along.

Her reckless brother and his wife had left their daughter on her doorstep almost a year ago so they could live a life of vagrancy. the best thing they did for their daughter was give her up, and selfishly, it worked to their benefit.

She turned eighteen shortly after moving in, and since then, Eddie has been grooming Gwendy for her future here. He’s brought in the best tutors, and she’s risen to the challenge. He’s also taken care of her health and well-being, and has cultivated her body into his own perverse dream.

— Welcome home, Godfather Eddie. - Gwendolyn says as she greets him at the door.

The red dress was exactly what Eddie tells Hayley to include in her weekly clothing shopping, and it’s just as beautiful as he imagined. Gwendolyn stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, and Eddie hands her her coat. When he turns to hang it in the closet, his eyes feast on her ass.

— How were your classes today? - Eddie asks, reminding himself to keep control.

— Great. I finished early, like I promised.

— Good, girl. - Eddie says, and he doesn't miss the sweet smile she gives him every time I compliment her. Gwendolyn loves to be complimented, and Eddie can only assume it's because she didn't get it often from her parents. — as a gift, I gave you a break from school until the first day of the year.

— Are you serious? - her eyes widen in shock, but then she’s the one who surprises him by jumping into his arms. — thank you, thank you, thank you, Godfather Eddie

Her soft curves press against him, and it feels so good. her breasts are bigger than ever.

— You’ll still have to do your chores around the house, but until the first of the year you can enjoy your well-deserved break.

— Sure, Godfather Eddie. - Gwendolyn quickly agrees. — I’ll do anything you ask.

— Good, girl. - Eddie says again, and this time she smiles.

— Do you want to watch a movie now? Most of the crew went home early, so it’s just us.

Just like Eddie planned it to be. — I don’t see why not.

She jumps up barefoot as she takes his hand and practically pulls him into the entertainment room. Eddie had this area of the mansion remodeled earlier this year, but we don’t use it often. there's a big screen like a movie theater with rows of couches and chairs. Eddie told the staff they'd be using it tonight, and they set out candy and fresh popcorn. I also notice blankets and pillows on the middle couch, and Gwendolyn heads straight for that.

— I didn’t know what movie to order, so they picked three different ones. — Eddoe grabs the remote from the table and Eddie sits in the middle of the couch.

Eddie leans back and spreads his knees so his cock has room to stretch against her thigh. Eddoe is hard and it’s starting to get annoying that he can’t do anything about it.

Soon.

— Why don’t we start with the first one and see what happens? - Eddie offers, and Gwendolyn agrees. When she goes to sit down, I pat the spot next to her. — right here.

She hesitates for only a second before doing as I say and sitting down next to him. being this close to her and having her body touching his will drive him crazy, but it will be worth it.

Gwendolyn enjoys herself while watching the movie, and I enjoy watching her. she eats popcorn and candy and eventually gets comfortable enough to put her feet up on the couch next to her and lean against it. Eddie has his arm slung over the back of the couch so that it fits naturally in the crook of his arm.

— What did your family do on Christmas Eve? - Eddie asked as the first movie ended and the second one began.

— Nothing really. - she shrugged. — I remember my mom once telling me we had to get Santa milk and cookies, but that was a long time ago. - she shrugged, but Eddie could tell it bothered her. — Is that you? - she asked.

— Nothing. - Eddie shook his head and then reached down to touch a strand of her purple hair. Eddie slid it between his fingers and I felt her snuggle closer to me. — I like watching movies though.

— Me too. - she looked up at him and there was a bit of chocolate on her bottom lip.

— Let me clean that up for you. - Eddie said as he licked his thumb and slid it over her lip.

As he did so, I made sure the tip slipped a little bit into her mouth. when Eddie felt her tongue against it, and Eddie swallowed hard and forced himself to pull his thumb out of her mouth.

— Good one, girl. - she doesn’t say anything else as we go back to watching the movie, but she does move a little closer. After a while, I point to the table next to the popcorn.

— Do you want some hot chocolate? - he asks.

— Oh, yes, please, that sounds good. - she says, focusing on the movie.

Eddie has instructed the staff to serve her her usual drink before going out for the night and change it to cocoa instead of tea. he pours her a mug and adds extra marshmallows, then joins her on the couch again.

When the third movie starts, she can barely keep her eyes open. It doesn’t take long for Eddie to fall against him and fall completely asleep. carrying her in his arms, I go upstairs to her room and lock the door. she doesn’t move as I pull the covers back and place her on her bed. the room is completely dark, so he turns on the bedside lamp so he can see everything as I pull down her dress.

— Now, I’ll have you all to myself. - he says, watching her.

•••

EDWARD BROCK.

After I take it off her, I take a moment to let Eddie appreciate her body in just her bra and panties. normally, when Eddie comes into her room, she is completely unaware of what he is doing to her, but tonight will be different. tonight Eddie wants Gwendolyn to know what is happening.

Eddie enjoyed having Gwen as my little toy to play with and all I could do while she slept. He told himself that if he could make her happy during the day, she could make him happy at night. now Eddie has realized that he wants Gwendolyn to know how good she makes him feel all the time.

The sleeping pill I usually give her is much stronger, so Eddie only added a little this time. Eddie can tell it is wearing off when he shifts in his bed. Eddie, not wanting Gwendolyn to be scared, Eddie climbs into bed with Gwendolyn and gets between her legs.

— Godfather, Eddie? - Gwen says groggily.

— I'm right here, Gwen. - Eddie says as he reaches down and undids his belt.

— W-what's going on? - Gwendolyn blinks a few times, but can't focus right away.

— We forgot to offer milk and cookies to Santa Claus. - Eddie says as he takes out his dick and pushes his pants down.

— What? - Gwendolyn is totally confused, and then she feels her hands trying in vain to push her chest. — why are you on top of me? - Gwendolyn asked scared.

The dose isn't strong, but it still slows her movements and makes her weak.

— Come on, Gwen. You're not a little girl anymore. you know who Santa Claus is, don't you?

Gwendolyn blinks and shakes her head, then tries to push him away once more.

— Godfather Eddie, what's going on? - Gwendolyn asked again.

— I'm Santa Claus. - Eddie says as he takes and fastens her bra. — I'm the one who brings presents and knows if you've been a good girl.

Gwendolyn stiffens as Eddie takes off her bra and throws it on the floor.

Gwendolyn's heavy breasts spread and Eddie can see pearls of milk already starting to leak. he could tell she was so full this morning when Eddie looked at her in that dress. he knew she would be dripping wet tonight and would need to nurse more than usual.

— Look at you, already dripping wet. - Eddie says as he leans his head down and takes Gwendolyn's nipple in his hand. The sweet cream hits his tongue, and he moans at how delicious Gwendolyn is as he licks it hungrily.

— No no no no. - Gwendolyn tries to struggle, but her hands are weak and fall to the bed before she can make contact.

— You're so full and swollen. doesn't that feel better? - his mouth goes to Gwendolyn's other nipple, and she practically squirts into his mouth. Eddie makes a sound of approval as she nods.

— Stop, please don't do this. - Gwendolyn begs.

— But this is your favorite part. - Eddie says as he reaches between them and pulls Gwendolyn's panties to the side.

— This can't be happening. - Gwendolyn's feet try to kick, but all they do is spread her legs wider.

— Come on, Gwen, don't pretend you don't like it. You're so wet. do you feel it? - Eddie slid his fingers between Gwendolyn's pussy lips and she inhaled deeply. - It's dripping down your thighs.

— Godfather, Eddie. - Gwendolyn whimpered as Eddie pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock.

— Don't worry. I'm about to make it better. - Eddie says as he kisses Gwendolyn's lips and Eddie pushes in.

— No! - Gwendolyn screams, but Eddie ignores her protests.

— That's it. - Eddie groans as he thrusts deep and feels his cock tighten with the need to cum. — eelax. I know it doesn't hurt.

— W-Why? - Gwendolyn whimpers and Eddie goes harder. — why doesn't it hurt? - Gwendolyn asks, as she looks at Eddie.

— Oh, sweet Bunny, this isn't our first time. - Realization dawns as Eddie dips his head and licks Gwendolyn's nipples. — santa needs more milk with his cookies.

— Have you done this to me before?

— You like it when I suck them and fuck you at the same time. - Is my answer as I thrust harder. — I loved having you living here, and from now on, you'll be the mistress of the house. - Gwendolyn tries to close her eyes, but Eddie holds Gwendolyn's chin, forcing her to look at him. — you'll do this for me every night or I'll put you back to sleep. your choice.

— Godfather Eddie, we can't do this. - Gwendolyn sniffs.

— No one needs to know you're my niece. from now on, you'll be on my arm and on my dick. - Milk leaks from Gwendolyn's breasts and Eddie leans down to rub his face against them.

— You shouldn't do this to me. - Gwendolyn says irritably, and places her hand between them.

— I can do whatever I want. - Eddie says, and when he rubs Gwendolyn's clit, she screams. — And I can make you love it.

— No. - Gwendolyn shakes her head, but Eddie just smiles.

— Don't worry. It's not the first time you've cum on my dick.

Eddie circles Gwendolyn's clit the way she likes it, and Eddie feels Gwendolyn's pussy tighten around him. Gwendolyn is still so tight, but the pills Eddie gave her make her so wet that it's easy to go as deep and hard as you want.

— Don't, make me like it. - Gwendolyn squeezes her eyes shut, but Eddie doesn't stop.

— There you go, can you feel it? It's us, sweet Bunny. It's you and me who are making all this mess.

— Oh God. — Gwendolyn inhales and her body twitches. then Gwendolyn screams as her orgasm hits her, and Eddie fucks her so hard that the headboard hits the wall.

His cock goes deeper and deeper as Gwendolyn cums and sinks down to his balls. They tighten until his cock can't take any more, and Eddie goes crazy in Gwendolyn's teen pussy. It's so pretty and pink as the cum shoots out of my cock, and she continues to throb with her own orgasm.

Eddie stares at her soft body filled with his cock and Gwendolyn's nipples leaking milk, all he can think about is fucking her again.

— Merry Christmas. - Eddie says as he reaches down and grabs her once more.

— Godfather, Eddie? - Gwendolyn, called him.

— Yes, Sweet Bunny. - Eddie asked, squeezing Gwendolyn's breasts.

— Please, stop this. My breasts are hurting too much. - Gwendolyn said, in agony.

— Shhh, Sweet Bunny. I'm just making you feel good. - Eddie said, pinching Gwendolyn's nipples.

Eddie took Gwendolyn's hand. — you've always belonged to me, I won't let anyone take you from me. - Eddie says, kissing Gwendolyn's hand.

— What if someone ever finds out about our relationship? - Gwendolyn says, Gwendolyn's eyes widening.

— You don't need to worry about that. I'll fix it. - Eddie says, touching Gwendolyn's face.

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KATHERINE MONTGOMERY.

25 YEARS.

— I still feel like I’m dreaming. - I look out at the gazebo covered in lilacs and peonies, the sweet scent of the flowers still lingering in the air hours after we were married inside the white structure in the center of the city park. it’s been less than two weeks since the day we met, and now we’re husband and wife.

— Then we’ll never wake up again. - Jason pulls me close to him. I haven’t left his side since that day at the restaurant, and I wonder how he’s going to be able to go back to work and leave me.

He talked about hiring me a bodyguard, but with the way he and his friends and family have supported me, I don’t think that’ll be necessary.

I reach out and place my hand on his rigid jaw, the massive ruby and diamond ring making my fingers feel more doll-like than ever. the sun casts a pink and orange glow on the clouds as we walk back to the gazebo.

I remember that just a few hours ago, Cheryl and Serena were standing next to me, each holding a pink leash so Lily and Jane could be my bridesmaids too. Jason returned to the fair the day after the incident, along with five other police officers, and pulled Serena out of the mess. He offered her a place to stay, a new life, and although she was conflicted, she came with us and her life is evolving too. she is staying at the house and will be taking care of the dogs during our honeymoon.

— I just wanted to see you here one more time. I would marry you a million times if I could. today was the happiest day of my life. you are mine in every way, Katherine, Angel. - he kisses my forehead and even that simple gesture sends goosebumps down my skin and a throb through my private parts. — I love you a million, a trillion, a zillion times. - I look up at him, my hair blowing in my face as my bare feet peek out from under the ruffled hem of my wedding dress.

— You’re everything to me. - Jason licks his lips, his eyes taking on that faraway look they sometimes have.

— What’s wrong? are you happy or..

— My greatest happiness. I just... - he pauses, looking up at the twinkling lights on the structure. — how all of this happened, you, me, us, your life no one could have written it.

— Like I said, it feels like a dream. - I smile, the memory of everything that happened washing over me. — I mean, finding you was one thing, but finding my birth mother? a twin sister? What are the chances?

— Like you said, a million, a trillion, a zillion to one.

I always knew I was born in County Roscommon. I was told my mother was unmarried, underage, and that she had given me away, but any other details were always vague.

It was more than a shock to process that I had found my birth mother and father at the same time and in the same place.

Margaret is still processing it too. she suffered for nineteen years because the doctor and nurse told her I had died shortly after birth. she had no strength, she begged to see me, but they refused.

I’ve been sold.

I shiver, and then Jason wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me to him, and I feel safe again. I can feel his almost constant erection pressing against my hip.

Rest my head on his chest, and I listen to his heart beat slowly and evenly. I have a husband, a man I’m still getting to know in many ways, but who I feel like I’ve known forever.

I have a mother, a sister, and a family. A real family. and I’ve been loved more in the short time since I went for that coffee with Jason than I have in my entire life.

— Are you ready to start our life, Mrs. Katherine Winchester? the limo is waiting to take us to the airport.

Jason has planned a two-week honeymoon for us on a private island off the coast of Belize, a place I’ve always dreamed of visiting.

— Yes, but I want to do something first. - I say, right in his face.

— What is it, Angel? - anything, I'll give you whatever your sweet heart desires. - he says, caressing my chest.

I reach between us, wrap my fingers around his cock and squeeze, giving him a shy look, biting my bottom lip as he smiles, tucking my hair behind my ear.

— What do you say, Angel? - he asks, squeezing gently.

My heart races in my chest. — please, Daddy... — the desire I feel for him snakes inside me. coiling and slithering like a predator until it gathers deep inside me, ready to pounce.

I've learned that I have my own power, especially when it comes to teasing him and making him salivate for me. I've also discovered myself under his love and wisdom, understanding that I have a voice and knowing that he will always be there to hear it.

— Good girl. now, come with me, I have a surprise for you in the backseat of the limo.

We walk down the steps of the gazebo towards Gabriel in the black limo that waits for us on the street in front of the restaurant where we just celebrated with half the city.

— What's the surprise? - I ask, because we were in the limo earlier and there was nothing in the backseat - at least that I could see.

— So impatient.

I grimace and pout. — girl doesn’t need to be patient.

— True. - he slaps my ass as he opens the door and I crawl into the backseat, pulling my long dress around my feet and waiting for him to follow. — come here, Angel. - he pats his lap and I climb onto him as he reaches over and raps his knuckles on the dark partition that separates the driver from the backseat, and a second later, I feel the vehicle begin to move.

Jason kisses me, soft and warm, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his kisses.

He pulls a piece of paper from the inside pocket of his tuxedo and hands it to me. — read it.

I unfold the document and focus on the words. my supposed homeschooling has been a bit lacking, so sometimes I have to slow down and spell out larger words, and other times, I have to ask Jason what they mean or how to pronounce them. he’ll help me. he'll teach me everything I missed, and maybe I can earn extra points if I'm a really good student.

But this time, reading the piece of paper, I don't need any help.

— That's it? A building? on Main Street... did you buy a building? - I asked anxiously.

— It’s your wedding present, Angel. For your dance studio. You can call it whatever you want. I’ll help you with the business, all you have to do is dance, teach, and have fun. We’ll put in mirrors and a hardwood floor and decorate it however you want. Cheryl already said she’ll help too. You’re in charge, I’ll be there to help and support you. and pay the bills.

— Oh my God. - I stare at the deed.

— I’ll be in charge? - The words hang between us. I’ve never been in charge of my own life before.

— Yeah. Well, we’ll still have our rules. - he leans in and kisses my nose, then runs his hand up my leg, under the fabric of my dress, until his fingers brush against my bare pussy. — no panties, unless Daddy says so. - he whispers in my ear and I’m immediately soaked.

— It’s the best present ever. Now, can I get you a present?

— Sure. - what do you have for me

— Well, it's not something that comes in a box or something that costs money.

— Οk.

I slide off his lap, kneeling in front of him on the floor of the limo, lifting my dress up toward my hips, palms facing up, high on my thighs, just like he trained me to.

My mouth waters at the sight of the long, hard outline of his cock behind the black fabric. — please, Daddy. I want to give your cock special kisses. Just like you taught me.

His eyes burn as he groans, his hands already on his belt as he releases his erection, rock hard and dripping as I smile and wrinkle my nose. He lifts his hips, pulling his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees.

— Since you said please… - he replies, throaty and tense.

He reaches over, grabs the back of my hair and pulls my face toward his cock.

— Balls first, Angel. take good care of your Daddy, he loves you more than words can express.

He groans as I run my tongue over the thick skin, looking up to see him close his eyes and lay his head back on the seat.

— That’s my girl.

He grips my hair tighter, pressing me against him, the musky, woody scent filling my nose as I lick and suck, gently and carefully. After a minute, I pull away as he looks down.

— Is that right, Daddy?

— You’re doing great, Angel. Keep it up and I’ll give you your special prize.

— Daddy’s cream?

— Yes, Angel. Now show me what that mouth is for.

He grunts as I wrap my mouth around the tip and slide the head between my lips.

— Good girl. - he says through gritted teeth. — My girl, my love, my wife… my everything.

He releases my hair, spreads his arms wide on the top of the seat, sinks down, and lets me give him my all.

•••

JASON WINCHESTER.

55 YEARS.

Epilogue 5 years later.

— Angel? - Jason looked around the house and the deck, but there was no sign of Katherine.

She usually sits out front, weather permitting, waiting for Jason to finish his shift, usually cuddling him as the kids join her.

They have three and one on the way. two older boys, Eddie, four, and Steven, three. Diana is our youngest, at eighteen months, and the fourth will be a surprise.

Jason looked at the kitchen table and there was her cell phone. He picked it up and, as usual, it was dead.

Katherine has never been interested in technology and prefers to be outside, making art with the kids, reading or dancing around the house or in her studio. she rarely turns on the television unless she’s watching something with the kids.

The house is never the same without her. there’s a mess in the kitchen, as always. she’s not the cook in the family, but she tries hard, and cleaning isn’t her thing either.

She really is a free spirit and that might mean a little more work for me, but Jason wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Jason would do anything to make sure she’s happy.

She’s started a family with him, but also with his parents, Cheryl and Meredith, and of course Serena. she brings light and laughter wherever she goes, and it’s a constant battle to keep guys from getting close to her. even the parents of the kids at The Little Sprite Dance Studio need a little education from her every now and then.

Jason has continued to work, but more and more he wants to spend every minute here with his family. retirement is coming. seeing his parents still enjoying each other like they do just makes him want to have that with Katherine.

Jason heard the door close behind him, and a second later, the cold, empty house is filled with chaos and love again.

— Daddy! - Eddie and Steven come running, but Katherine smiles, holding Diana, who is dead to the world, in her mother's arms, fast asleep.

— Where have you been? - I ask, trying to keep my voice calm, because she knows better than to leave without telling him where she's going and without her cell phone.

— We just went to see Cheryl. we had ice cream and then went to the park.

— Without your cell phone? Without telling me? - Jason likes control.

Jason taught Katherine to drive right after they got married and, well, she gets lost easily, even with a GPS, and has had three minor accidents in five years, so I want to keep an eye on her when she's out.

Besides, Jason can't stand not knowing where she is and if she's safe, even when she's not driving. that's just how Jason is, and that's not going to change. not when it comes to his wife and his family.

Jason bought her a fancy car, a fancy Suburban, and she’s on her third because I want her to always have the latest and greatest in terms of safety.

She pouts. — what’s up?

— Yeah. - Jason nods, looking at the boys. She knows that if Jason was really worried, he could track her on his phone. the first ankle bracelet he gave her broke a few years ago, but she bought a replacement a day later. — you guys are stuck together. go wash up. you can have an hour free in the playroom, then I’ll make dinner. go, run.

They whistle and head upstairs to the huge playroom, and Jason goes in there, taking Diana from Katherine and putting her in the portable crib in the living room.

Jason is as obsessed with his wife as ever, and he can go overboard sometimes, but he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and keep Jason from going crazy.

— I’ve already finished the flyers and sign-up sheets for next week’s recital. - she’s trying to change the subject.

— That’s great, Angel. - Jason walked over and took her hand, leading her down the hall to their bedroom. — but you know the rules. leave the house, let me know, and get your phone. you didn’t do either.

— Sorry, it was last minute…

— That’s not an excuse, is it?

She shakes her head. — no, Daddy.

— Okay, then, time for the corner. - Jason closed the door behind them and pointed, and she knows what to do.

Jason stood still, watching. she still takes his breath away, just like she did that first day.

His cock is already a thick, demanding slab of meat when she lets her dark red dress fall to the floor, naked underneath, as she places her hands on the walls in the corner, arching her back, her ass sticking out and her head falling between her arms.

— Good one, girl. - he says, seething, already taking off his work boots and taking off his clothes. — you know you’re in for a rough fuck, little girl. a punishment and a reward, all in one.

She nods, her blonde hair falling around her face as Jason lines his cock up with her wet entrance and thrusts in unceremoniously.

Jason lifts his hand and covers her mouth as she screams, the sound of her orgasm instantly rippling through her, and Jason shows no mercy to her tight pussy.

— Naughty girl, I’m not asking…

Her walls are already pulsing and clenching, making it harder to get in and out, but that only makes him want to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.

— Do you want my cum? - Jason yells, pulling his hand away from her mouth and going harder, knowing that in his own way, she loves the punishing fucks, the roughness, the games they’ve shared.

— Yes, Daddy.

— Good, girl.

Jason loves our life. loves everything about them and can't wait to see what the future holds.

— Please, Daddy, I want to go.

Another rule: ask before you come. shhe doesn't always get that one right either, but part of the fun is breaking the rules.

— Give it to me, Angel. show me how you enjoy a good fuck from Daddy... - Jason felt her start to cum, her walls contracting as his balls tighten, releasing the first hot jet of cum into her cervix. Jason roared, filling her to overflowing, but kept pumping, imagining he was shoving every last drop of cum into her womb.

They convulsed, cursed and screamed, panting and sweating, when a knock on the door snapped them out of the moment.

— Mommy?

— Yes, honey? - she answered breathlessly. It's Edward, and thank goodness we taught their children to always knock first.

— Diana is crying.

Jason pulled out of his wife, pushing her to her knees. — clean me up. - Jason ordered quietly, then turned his head toward the door.

— we're going, buddy. go sit with her for a minute, Mommy's finishing something up here.

— Sure. - Edward replied, irritated. — just don't take too long, sometimes you guys take too long in there. - Katherine's mouth wrapped around his cock, licking and sucking it, her eyes wide as she looked up.

— I love you, Angel. - she pulled his still swollen head away from her lips to answer.

— I love you too, Daddy.

— Now finish up, do a good job or you might end up having to stand in the corner again.

She wrinkled her nose. — promise?

Jason nodded. — I promise.

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JASON WINCHESTER.

The clock on his desk reads nine in the morning, and Jason has been staring at his precious sleeping beauty for three hours now. Jason tucks a strand of her hair behind her delicate ear. Jason is not the man he was yesterday, when he first walked into the fairgrounds and saw her.

Now, her ivory skin has red marks that are turning purple from his teeth and from where he held her so tightly while they fucked. still, Jason feels a raw fury in his stomach, remembering how he found her last night in that shitty box. she is not going back there. When he saw her walk through the door of his house yesterday, Jason knew he would never let her leave.

She turned a house into a home in the blink of an eye. as soon as she walked through the door, visions of her dancing, with a baby in her arms, washed over him like a tidal wave.

Now she’s curled up in the white sheets, her hands clasped to her chest as the light filtering through the trees filters into the room, reflecting off her bare breasts and down her legs. Her ribs and hips jut out more than usual, and from what she told him last night, it’s on purpose.

A maniacal rage boils inside him as she describes the days she’s starved herself, the discipline she’s endured over the years… fuck. If Jason lets her think about it, the bodies will pile up and that will only keep him away from her. Jason will find another way to deal with this. first, his focus is on your little spirit.

She looks peaceful, at home, and completely his. the morning breeze warms the room through the open sliding glass door, and our first day together in their home is about to begin.

Last night, after she rode his cock and brought him to another round of orgasms, and Jason filled her with another life-changing dose of my cum, he carried her out onto the deck, fingering her pussy, pushing his hot, sticky cum back into her as he tried to leak. Jason fingered her to another orgasm under the stars as she screamed "Daddy" over and over, and Jason was in heaven.

Afterwards, she would play with the dogs. Screaming and rolling around on the floor while they rolled and licked her. and now that I have her, Jason can’t imagine life without her.

Jason got out of bed, grabbed a pair of worn-out pants, and headed for the bedroom door. Jason had to check his email and come up with a plan for what to do about her troublesome father, or whatever it was.

She also needs clothes and all the other things a girl needs now that this is her home. Jason has to be at the station by one o’clock at the latest, so we’ll have to do a little shopping before then.

Jason also doesn’t want to wait to introduce her to his parents and his world. Jason wants her to be present in every aspect of his life right away, so Jason made a note to call Wendy at The Over Easy and reserve a table for an early lunch.

Jason will have to work for a while after that, but my plan is for her to spend some time with her mom and dad, or maybe Anastasia in the afternoon. they look about the same age.

Jason heads to the kitchen because coffee is mandatory. and Jason knows she likes her coffee black, sweet, and piping hot.

While Jason makes the coffee, I fill two stainless steel bowls with dog food, and Lily and Jane follow him out onto the deck.

— Breakfast, girls. — Jason sets them down and they devour everything while Jason goes over and opens the gate to the stairs leading down so that after they finish they can walk around the backyard.

Jason imagines what Katherine's favorite breakfast would be. Jason knows she told him she's allergic to eggs and chicken, and he doesn't want her to even touch anything that could make her sick or hurt her.

As the coffee maker hisses and makes coffee, Jason throws out everything in the fridge, including eggs and chicken, reading all the labels to make sure it's approved, and then throws the full trash bag into the garage.

Jason pours a full cup of black liquid crack and takes the first sip, while all the dreams of what his life will be like now that he has Katherine in his world make his dick hard and his heart race. Jason fills a mug for her, adding six spoons of sugar, and Jason can't stop smiling.

Jason turns to go back to his room, because being away from her for even ten minutes is too much. Jason hasn’t even checked his email yet, but what the hell. eork can wait.

Being a sheriff has been his world and his identity for a long time, but now Jason knows what it’s like to have a real purpose. His girl is his home, his paradise, his everything now, and work life will have to adapt.

When Jason rounds the counter to cross the living room and down the hallway, there she is, twirling and singing, her white shirt unbuttoned on the deck. the morning sun makes her skin look like creamy velvet as she dips and sways like god brought her down from heaven for Jason.

The white edges of my shirt reach down to her knees. Jason crosses the room, watching, his cock already at full attention and dripping with cum, ready to fill her tight pussy with more juicy cum.

Jason knows she’s sore, she has to be. they did five rounds last night in the cool, untouched territory, and even after the warm compresses I insisted she let him press into her swollen pussy, there must be some painful reminder of all their activity. when she turns, I open the glass wall and she looks his way, seeing him watching, and presses her perfect cherry lips together as she stops.

— You don’t have to stop, Angel. - Jason stares at her hard nipples. her cheeks flush and she runs her hands down the front of her shirt. — I know. It’s so beautiful here. I feel like I’m part of nature.

She turns, walks over to the railing and rests her arms on it, tilting her hips back and leaning forward. — It’s like a dream. - Jason sets the mugs on the long wooden table and Jason walks over to her, pulling her shirt off her shoulders and tossing it behind him.

Jason pressed his chest against her back, Jason let his aching cock settle against her ass. — this isn’t a dream. this is real. It’s going to be real every day from now on. - she tilted her head, trying to look over her shoulder at him, and see the doubt.

— I don’t know how. I need to go back… - Jason reached out and grabbed her pussy with one hand, pressing his other to her mouth.

— You’re never coming back. you’re never leaving. - Jason seethed, the venom in his voice startling him.

The thought of her no longer being by his side made a new anger rise inside him. Jason forced himself to loosen his grip.

— Listen, little one... - Jason used a gentler tone. — this is your home now. You're not coming back. If you need anything, I'll buy it for you.

— It's not that. - she looks at the grass on the other side of the lawn. — I don't need much. I've never had much. It's just that this has been my life for so long, I know they'll come after me. there were others... - she hesitates as Jason runs his hand down the arch of her back.

— Tell me, Angel. I want to know everything.

— Others of us who left... especially the girls. they always found them and brought them back. they...

— Those other girls didn't have me between them and the rest of the world. You do. You. won't. come back.

There's a long silence, then she presses her ass against his throbbing cock. — we'll talk later. - Her voice grows sensual as the birds sing in the treetops. — right now... - another pause and his cock is already dying to be inside her. — who knows we can do it again?

— Do what again, Angel? - Jason ran his hands up her arms, rubbing her ass as she rocked against him, feeding their fantasy.

— You know, Daddy... - her voice got softer as she lifted her shoulders, turning her head to look at him. — you could give me those special kisses and then stick it inside me again. like, maybe from behind? like if we were standing up? like, on all fours, I think it's called...

A growl echoed inside him. — what does a good girl say when she asks for something?

Jason was already dropping to his knees, spreading her legs, sticking his mouth between her ass cheeks and then moving down to taste the wet luxury of what she was giving him.

— Please, Daddy... - she whispered to the sky as she leaned forward, opening herself wider as Jason reached down with one hand and freed his cock before it broke in half.

Jason felt her pussy juice on his tongue, knowing that she was wet for him was the best gift he could ever dream of. She may have haunted his dreams before, but now she was here and the game was on.

Jason licked her from behind. He alternated between her clit, her opening and her tight entrance, which made her squeal and scream, then Jason went back to fucking her with his tongue, loving how her slippery, silky wetness soaked his face. Jason stopped for a second, spitting on his hand and rubbing some of her wet arousal into his palm, then Jason reached down and started stroking his erection, trying to calm him down as hell.

Jason went back to devouring her like a fucking starving man as her legs trembled and she let her forehead fall on the railing, moaning. she flooded his mouth as orgasmic tremors took over her tiny body and Jason drank her in, wanting every drop inside him.

Jason stroked his cock harder, faster, as she writhed and screamed in the summer air. but his hand would never be able to do that again.

She lifted her head and turned to watch him jerking her off as Jason pulled his soaking face away from her swollen, gushing cunt, and Jason saw the wonder in her clear green eyes.

— One day... - Jason began, slowing down the movements of his hand, his eyes fixed on the action. — one day, Daddy will teach you how to do this for him. my hand won't work anymore. You're too sweet, too tight... but your hand. Or... - the thought burned in her brain. — those perfect feet of yours... Daddy would like to see you masturbate him one day using your hands and feet.

— I want to learn. - she started to let go of the railing and turn around, but Jason brought his hand to the center of her back.

— Stay. you're going to get fucked all bent over, just like my little toy. - Jason stood up, kicking off his jeans, and she rocked her hips back as Jason bent his knees and placed the tip of his cock in her hot, greedy opening. — you made Daddy hard, now you're going to have to be a good girl and take it.

— Yes, I know. - she answers, her voice a little hoarse as she reaches between her legs, guiding the tip into her opening. She screams when his head appears in her impossibly tiny hole. - I'm sore. - she whispers. — can you go a little slower, please, daddy?

- "Fuck. I hate that she's suffering because of me, but when she talks like that, it's almost impossible to give her what she asks for." - he thought, as he looked at his girl.

— I'll try. but you know that when you dance like that, you're testing me. You're asking me to fuck you.

— I know. I'm sorry.

— It's okay, Angel. Just remember, you make Daddy do these things. - Jason shoved as much of his cock into her at once, as he thought she could take, as he exhaled and Jason heard her moans.

— Please, please... God, it hurts. I don't want to stop, but... - she moans, lowering her head between her arms. — just give me a second.

— I know, Angel. I'm going to go even deeper like this. I'm going to fill you so much that you're going to feel me in your throat.

Jason grabbed the sides of her ass and pulled her down, every hard inch, and her shuddering scream echoed in the distant trees.

She moves her hips, trying to find some comfort, and Jason can’t believe she’s tighter than she was when Jason took her. Her walls throb as Jason thrusts his hips against her ass, hearing the deck railing creak as she holds on for dear life.

— Rub that clit. - Jason orders, as his balls start to tingle and Jason knows he won’t last much longer. he’s come so many times since he took her last night that he should last longer, but damn, she feels so good wrapped up in her pussy.

Jason watches her hand move between her legs, then the movement of her arm, the movement of her shoulder as she plays with herself.

— This girl is so hot and hot. horny for me. oh my, how does your pussy get tighter? when you touch your clit, your greedy little pussy hugs my cock tight.

Jason looks down at where his cock is impaling her, and it’s so obscene: huge compared to her petite body; along with the way he spreads her opening and spreads it wide until it feels like it’s going to open wide.

His balls are already tight, ready to cum, as her hand moves faster and faster, driving her toward her own release. Jason reaches up and grabs her shoulders, pushing her body down into his upward thrusts, knocking the air out of her lungs in gulps.

The head of his cock is digging into her cervix. Jason is so deep I’m going to end up inside her womb if I’m not careful, but the thought only makes me want to fuck him harder.

— Come with Daddy, Angel. I’m so close I’m going to cum inside you. Daddy wants his girl.

His words cause another pressure on her inner walls as Jason groans, barely able to hold back.

Jason slid his hand down her back, around her hip, then placed his fingers in hers and massaged her clit.

— Show me what feels good, Angel. Daddy wants to know how to make you happy, just like you do him.

— Like this. - she whispers, their slippery fingers intertwined as if they were one, and she begins to move her hand in rhythm with his. — ahhh, my god, Daddy, it feels so good. You're growing inside me, I can feel it.

— Yes, Angel, because I'm so close, but I won't cum until you do. I want us to do this together, so massage yourself. Then tell me when you're ready.

Jason didn't stop thrusting until he felt the gush of wetness soak their hands and she threw her head back onto his shoulder. — now... God, I'm ready...

— Please. - he grits his teeth as his cum is already shooting up his shaft.

— Please. pleeease, Daddy! - her voice trembles and cracks as she falls off the edge.

Her first hot squirt is milked by her orgasm. she bucks her hips back, her fingers still moving through the wetness of her clit as she twitches, and Jason holds her waist to keep her from collapsing, wondering who will stop him from doing the same. wave after wave of her orgasm fills her little pussy as Jason lifts her feet off the deck, holding her straddling his cock like a limp doll as Jason steps back, throwing her ass onto a cushioned outdoor couch and nearly passing out from the intensity of her orgasm. Jason can’t breathe, white lights flashing behind his closed eyelids as she lays her back against his chest and Jason tries to find her center. after a moment, she lifts her feet until her heels rest on the edge of the cushions as she sits up straight, the elegant arch of her back accentuated, leaning forward, her arms clasped together resting on her thighs just above her knees. Jason ran his finger down the curve of her spine, her ribs standing out with each heavy breath she took.

— Are you mine, Angel?

She rested her chin on her shoulder. — all yours.

— Good girl, because I'm going to stay with you forever.

We stay like that, trapped by the breeze on their bare skin for a long moment, then she moves her hips, rocking on his still hard cock.

— Daddy? - she called him.

— Yes, Angel. - he asked.

— Can we do it again? like this? Please, Daddy? - she lifts her hips, sliding his cock halfway in, then Jason pushes her ass cheeks back onto his cock and Jason can't contain the moan that escapes his throat.

— Yes. - Jason managed to say. — yes, since you said please.

•••

KATHERINE MONTGOMERY.

— I’m not sure which one to choose. - I look around at the multitude of clothes spread across the table and the dressing room of the small boutique.

— You don’t have to choose. take them all. - Jason has been watching me for the past hour as I’ve been trying on clothes, modeling each look for him as he sits.

— I can’t take them all. - I say, my heart pounding.

I’ve never really shopped before. I mean, we’ve been to stores here and there, but I’ve never had the chance to try on clothes I liked, much less think I might buy one or two.

I flip the price tag on the daisy-yellow silk dress I’m wearing and my eyes widen.

— It’s pennies and six dollars. Just for one dress.

The young man who was helping us brings out a few more clothes and hangs them on the hook in the open dressing room, then looks at Jason.

— How are you, Sheriff? - I can tell she’s flirting with him a little and I step forward, facing her and sitting on her lap. — Your niece... - her voice is questioning, hopeful. — friend... finding what you need?

Jason leans over and kisses my cheek and I give him a wry smile.

— My girl likes everything that’s there and there, and nothing’s too good for her. - he reaches into his back pocket and hands her a card. — put everything in there, wrap it up, and we’ll come back to pick it up in about an hour. - he takes the tag off the dress I’m wearing and hands it to her. — we’ll take this one too. and those sandals she’s wearing. she’ll wear them to the end.

She gives me a mischievous smile and turns on her heel back to the front of the store. before we got to the boutique, Jason took me to a little toy store in town. It was like being at the North Pole. I never had a real Christmas or birthdays, and looking at all those stuffed animals and toys.

Jason satisfied me completely. he sat on the floor with me, watching me fix a doll's hair. He bought everything I touched and, just like he had done with the girl in the store, told us to wrap everything we had and come back for it later.

After the toy store, there was a jewelry store. I had never been in a real one and I was amazed at the shiny, glittering earrings and necklaces. I didn't dare choose anything and, in fact, I was a little embarrassed by the tiny hope of owning something so precious.

We left without buying anything after Jason chatted with the owner, who seemed familiar. He took me for coffee and we sat in the little local coffee shop, chatting and enjoying ourselves until we were done. then, to my surprise, when we got back to his truck, there was a little velvet box with a bow on my seat.

He put the little ankle bracelet with a ballerina pendant and a thick double clasp on it so I wouldn't lose it.

He treats me like a real princess. this morning, we took a long shower after our sex in the bathroom, and I washed my hair while Jason washed my body. I feel so special with him, and the truth is, I feel more than just safe, I feel committed. like we’ve already been deeply involved in this relationship, in a matter of days.

I’ve never felt safe with anyone, ever, not even my supposed parents. It’s confusing, and the new hope I feel mixes with the old doubts inside me.

I’ve never known what it’s like to have roots, and from our conversations this morning, Jason has solid roots, not only here in the community, but with his family as well. I don’t even know what that would be like.

It makes me think of my sister. Wondering if she’s okay. wanting to tell Jason about her. even asking if we can take her away too… I push the thought away. the fear of them coming after me is one thing, but if two of us deserted, they’d surely send an army to bring us back. I don’t know what to do, there’s no right solution, so I do my best to think about the wonder of the day and hope that somehow, someday, I can free my sister too.

— Are you feeling okay, Angel? - Jason strokes my cheek with his thumb as I lean into him, his legs firm under my ass, the yellow dress so soft against my skin.

— Yeah. I’m a little tired, but wide awake at the same time. a little sore too, but I feel better than I’ve ever felt before.

— Good. You should always tell me, for better or for worse, how you feel, okay? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on inside that head, heart, and body of yours.

I nod, but deep down I wonder if I’ll ever be able to adapt to such a normal life. what if the wanderlust that’s with me is so ingrained that I can’t stay in one place for long? Jason has a career, a position in the community, a family, a home… what if I can’t do it?

My life has been a revolving door of families and workers all chasing what we can get. I’ve never really been part of a family, but feeling Jason’s warmth next to me, I think I love him.

I think I’m in love with him. and when, not if, he leaves, it will destroy me. because I’ve never allowed myself to feel anything like this before.

Fear tightens my throat and I know I need to find a way to protect myself from the pain I know is coming.

— I have a surprise. - Jason lifts me up, stands next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders.

— You've done enough for me.

— That will never be true, Angel. but we’re going to have lunch with my parents and some friends. I want them to meet you.

Panic fills my throat. Parents? Friends?

— I don’t know. - I shake my head, because hope is too high a price to pay if this isn’t real.

— Let’s go.

He leads me out of the store, everyone nodding and saying polite goodbyes to the local sheriff, all the while giving me sidelong glances as they whisper to each other.

We walk down Main Street, Jason holding my hand like he’ll never let go, and as we approach a corner, I see an older couple across the street, talking to a woman and a girl about my age, outside a restaurant with a sign above it: The Over Easy.

— Jason... - I stop, barely able to breathe. I've been some kind of thief, a con artist, a taker for so long... I can't. especially with the town Sheriff. he's going to lose the respect of the community and maybe his job...

I feel like my entrances are being rearranged. The idea of not being with Jason already makes me cry, but suddenly it's so real. so normal.

The older couple looks in our direction and the scene, and Jason waves back.

I feel so out of place that it's all I can do not to turn around and run in the opposite direction, but Jason just opens my hand and gives me a smile.

— They're going to love you. - Jason leans in and kisses me, long and slow, and for a moment I believe everything, and I feel strong.

— I hope so.

We cross the street and I am immediately hugged and introduced as everyone smiles and laughs, pulling me into the warm and wonderful energy of people who obviously love and care for each other, with no other intention than the bonds of family and friendship.

— How long have you been hiding this beautiful young lady from us? - Jason’s father puts his arm around me.

— No interrogations. - Jason answers playfully, taking his father’s arm and replacing it with his own.

— Old habits. - his mother says, tugging on her husband’s hand. — you take the badge from the man, but some things never change. don’t take our nonsense seriously, Katherine… and by the way, what a beautiful name. Is it a family name?

— No, ma’am. I’m not sure where it came from. I know I was born not far from here, but I was adopted, so I don’t know much more.

The woman to my left, Meredith, suddenly freezes, staring at me, and I lean into Jason, feeling like I’m in the spotlight. The younger woman, closer to my age, to his left, with rainbow unicorn hair, smiles, her pixie look contrasting with an all-black ensemble and chunky combat boots.

— I know what it’s like to have an unusual name. - she says. — My mom was kind of a hippie back in the day. and, gosh, your eyes are amazing. I can hardly stop staring at them…

— Thanks. - I leave it at that as we head into the restaurant, where there’s a huge table waiting for us. It turns out that Meredith owns the place, and Jason set it up earlier today just so I could meet the important people in his life.

I’m silent for a while as we sit down. everyone is so familiar with each other, joking and gently chiding each other as we wait for our food, but after a few minutes I start to relax.

His parents are relationship goals. they kiss and can’t stop touching each other, and it’s clear they’re proud of Jason. they ask me simple, gentle questions, just enough to show interest but not feel like an interrogation.

— Here we go. - a large man and two waitresses approach with trays of food and begin serving the family meal in the center of the table.

— So, Katherine, what do you do? or what would you like to do now that you’re here in Millington? - Victoria asks, Jason’s mother.

I look at the generous portions of all kinds of comfort food. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to eat without supervision that my mouth waters as my stomach rumbles, ready for the deliciously fragrant meal that’s being served.

— Well, I mean, I love to dance. I've always wanted to teach. maybe. - I say, hesitating and shrugging before continuing, — like, a dance school for kids or something? I don't know, I've never really thought about what I'd want.

— Well, you're going to have to do a lot of that now. - Jason takes my hand, brings it to his mouth and kisses my fingers.

— Dude. - Meredith smiles at him. — you go from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye.

— Nothing wrong with that. - his father interrupts. — I knew the minute I saw Victoria here that she was mine. she was a girl from another town, passing through, but I knew. I knew when I saw her with her parents, having a picnic in the park, when I was a police officer and...

Jason's mother places her hand over her husband's, blushing a little. — everyone's heard this story before, you don't need to tell it again.

— Well, Katherine didn't hear. What about you, Angel? - he looks at me and I shake my head negatively. His father is just an older version of Jason. He's not as big, but his eyes are the same and the shape of his face is frighteningly similar.

— I'd love to hear the story.

I answer, feeling welcomed and welcomed by all of this.

— See? - he smiles at his wife, and for a moment they just stare at each other. — as I was saying, I knew right away. I took her father aside and said I would pay for them to spend the weekend right here in town, at the Millington Inn, which is just down the street, as long as I could invite them to dinner that night. I think he was probably expecting a burger and fries or something, with a deputy's salary, but I made a deal with the best restaurant in town for a five-star dinner. The owner was a friend and gave me a month to pay.

Jason’s mom laughs. — My dad said he’d never seen so much food in his life. he didn’t eat for two days. how many plates were there?

— Seven. and I spent the whole time trying to get your attention.

— You already had it, my love. - Jason’s dad nods. — The rest is history. We were married within a month and we’ve barely spent a night apart since. If I could have married her that first day, I would have. I just knew.

— Likewise. - Jason agrees, and I melt inside. How can this be my life? Family and friends around a table of food, all in my honor? Just to meet me?

— Well, eat up. - Meredith says. — here, Kezia, these are Frank’s famous chicken tenders. they’re a house favorite…

— Although we’ve never tried them. - Cheryl interrupts, but I barely hear her.

I flinch as Jason grabs the tray and pulls it toward him. — sorry, I should have told you when I called this morning. Katherine is allergic to poultry… chicken… turkey. snd eggs. We need to be very careful.

Meredith falls silent, her face serious, and I immediately feel uncomfortable again.

— Sorry. It’s okay. I usually eat a lot of vegetables and rice.

— It’s okay. she says, but her voice is strange and even her granddaughter looks at her questioningly.

— Are you okay, Grandma? that’s weird… - Cheryl adds, giving me a puzzled look, but before I can ask what’s weird, her grandmother pushes her chair back and I suddenly feel awkward.

— Yes. - she says the word, but it’s clear she’s not okay. — can you excuse me for a minute?

— Anyway. - Cheryl looks at me. — as I was saying, it’s a coincidence… my mom and I are also allergic to birds. What are the chances? — the cheerful unicorn goth girl smiles, shrugging, and passes me a bowl of salad.

Her sudden departure does nothing to dampen everyone’s mood, so I grab spoonfuls of green beans and a generous helping of salad to start. as we eat, Meredith returns, but she’s quiet and keeps glancing my way when she thinks I’m not looking.

— I’m so full. - I finally put down my fork as Jason and his parents heatedly argue about the latest need for a new traffic light a few blocks down Main Street.

— Where’s the bathroom? - I lean in and whisper to Cheryl, who points to the back left corner of the now crowded restaurant. Jason grabs my ass hard as I stand up and blushes, looking around the table, but no one seems to care. He kisses me first.

— Do you hear everything?

— Yes. Now kiss me. - I lean in and do as he says, my heart as full as my belly as I walk through the crowded restaurant.

Everyone is eating and laughing, and this is a world I’ve never been a part of before, but finally, I have hope. I feel like I belong here, like this is a life I deserve, and a confidence grows in me that the dreams I never dared to dream might just come true.

•••

JASON WINCHESTER.

His pager goes off while his cell phone rings, and Jason looks down to see that it’s Jones calling and texting at the same time, which means there’s something urgent.

Jason looks at his mother and then at the others at the table. — I have to go take a call. Atake care of Katherine when she gets back.

— I’ll treat her like my own daughter. - his mother smiles.

— Good, because that’s what she’ll be once I get her a ring. - Jason is surprised by the admission, but he ignores the gasps and giggles from the table.

Sounds right. Jason’s going to marry her as soon as possible, I just need to get things sorted out.

Jason glances back toward the hallway with the bathrooms, but the restaurant is so crowded that he can’t see past all the customers standing around waiting for tables as he walks out the front door.

Jason taps the screen as the summer afternoon heat engulfs him.

— What’s up?

— We have a problem. I just got a report from one of the fairgrounds workers over on Baldwin Road. You need to come in, man. I hate to break it to you, but the girl you've been with the last few days... her name is Katherine, right?

— Yeah, and her?

— Her dad said you kidnapped her.

— What? Oh my God... - Jason shook his head, holding his temples with his fingers. — that's a lie and he knows it. she'll confirm it.

— I figured that out, but it's still going to have to be handled delicately, because that's not the worst of it.

His head is already pounding and I can't imagine what could be worse.

— She's only 17, man. I know you probably asked, and maybe she lied, she seems older, or you didn't ask and just assumed... but her dad says she's a minor. he says he has a birth certificate to prove it.

Jason felt the forever he wanted with Katherine evaporate into the ether. she said she was twenty.

Fuck, yeah, she looks a little younger, but what the fuck? she’s not seventeen.

Jason knows she wouldn’t lie about that. Jason knows there’s something else going on here, he just hasn’t figured out what yet.

— I’ll be on my way in a few minutes. - Jason glances at the screen and taps on the tracking app that tracks Katherine’s ankle bracelet he gave her, seeing it moving outside the restaurant’s back parking lot just as Jason’s voice comes over the speaker.

— You should probably hire a lawyer…

Jason is already walking into the restaurant, heading toward the back hallway and the back exit when his dad spots him.

— What’s wrong? - his decades-old cop father’s instincts are still sharp.

— It’s Katherine. - Jason looks around the table, his seat still empty.

— She's not back yet. - his mother says, her eyes scanning the crowd.

— Something's wrong. go to the front, go around the sides of the building... I'll go out the back...

Out of his peripheral vision, Jason saw his friends and family rushing to the front door, no questions asked.

His stomach knotted, bile burning on his tongue as alternatives ran through his head.

Jason entered the back hallway, the small red dot on the tracker moving out the back of the building, so he didn’t bother checking the ladies’ room before knocking on the back door and scanning it.

There’s a black, older model van parked on the street, and I hear a door slam and the engine start. Jason darts toward it, his hand on his gun as he moves to the side of the van just as the side doors are closing.

It’s Katherine’s “father.”

— She’s my daughter. I’m taking her back. You’re going to jail for a long, long time, Sheriff.

Jason aims for his head, his finger twitching to pull the trigger, but he’s in the background now. His head is spinning, but he needs Katherine out of that vehicle. no matter what happens, she’s not going back in it. The vehicle is running, which means someone else is in the driver’s seat and they could take off at any moment.

— Get in front of the car and put your hands on the hood. - Jason orders as his mother, father, and Meredith walk down the driveway. then his niece Cheryl comes running, out of breath, from the back parking lot.

— Do what he says. - his father also draws his gun, supporting him as he always does.

— You’re just digging yourself deeper. - her father smiles, lifting his hands and placing them on the hood of the moving van as Jason looks behind the wheel and sees one of the other men in the troupe.

— You. - Jason points his pistol through the windshield and she lifts his hands. — turn off the vehicle, put the keys on the dashboard and get out of the van, hands on the hood next to your partner here. - Jason looks at his father. — cover him. - he nods as Jason heads toward the side doors, keeping his pistol pointed as he presses the button on the handle and opens the door.

The back is empty except for Katherine, a red handprint on her cheek, but her eyes are defiant and there are no tears.

— Are you okay, Angel?

— I am now. - she answers, sliding across the metal floor of the van and climbing out beside him. — I tried to run away, but I couldn’t with two of them.

— It’s okay. you did your best.

Jason pulled her behind him, his mind racing with turmoil, thinking that her age was in question. But right now, her safety was paramount. Jason would deal with his own issues later.

— You used my daughter, kidnapped her, and more, I’m sure. her life and career are in ruins, and you can’t take her away from me.

— You’re full of shit. - her father interrupted.

— Her birth certificate is in my back pocket. See for yourself.

Jason nodded to his father, giving him the go-ahead to go get the piece of paper where her career, life, and reputation were filed. whatever was printed on it would be used as evidence. Jason would have to stay in court while they read it.

Her father pulls out a folded, weathered white paper, her mother, Meredith, and her niece Cheryl gather around him as Jason keeps his gun pointed at the two men and Katherine approaches the group, taking the paper from her father.

— I’ve never seen this. - she says. — no one has ever told me exactly where I was born, or my birthday… and anyway, I’ve counted 17 summers, I’m sure. how am I supposed to remember 17 summers when I’m only 17?

— Exactly. - her father says, laughing. “17 summers. 17 years.

— No way. I didn’t start counting until I turned one!

— Look at you? - her father scoffs. — you’re a fucking bastard, but I was going to get the most for you, Brandon was willing to pay, but only after confirming that you were still intact.

— Intact. - he says as if she were an animal. —but you ruined yourself. you're dirty now, aren't you? aren't you?

Her father pushes the barrel of the gun right up to Broyn’s nose and he falls silent, cringing as Meredith steps closer, pulling the paper to one side and leaning in while her other hand covers her lips. her eyes dart to Jason, then to the men, then to the paper, and finally to Katherine. — she’s not 17. - Meredith snarls at the two men and then fixes her gaze on me. She’s not 17, Jason.

— What do you mean? how do you know?

— Because she’s my daughter.

•••

It's almost midnight when Jason sits, looking at the moon, stroking Katherine's hair as she sleeps with her head on his lap.

Jason doesn't have the heart to move her and possibly wake her up, because she's had a hell of a day.

So does Jason, and Meredith and Cheryl...

Life is stranger than fiction, that's for sure.

After Jason called for backup and arrested Broyn and his assistant Erik, they started to figure out what the hell was really going on.

They pieced things together as best they could.

#age g@p #katherine montgomery #jasonwinchester #20 and 42 #daddy's good girl #jeffreydeanmorgan #lucyhale

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KATHERINE MONTGOMERY.

The warmth of the fire pit burning behind the stage eases the chill in the air, but I still shiver as I take a deep breath. my final dance of the night has drawn more applause and cheers than usual, but it feels empty to me.

Emptier than usual, I would say.

Jason is still in the crowd. he practically threw half the men to the ground for making comments about me or trying to touch me while I twirled and danced.

I barely know him, but all my thoughts are consumed like kindling in a forest fire.

Jason. Jason.

Dad.

It repeats in my head, pushing everything else out. It has created a tsunami inside me, flooding everything, washing away much of the weight and doubt I have carried my entire life.

I can tell by the way Dad looks at me as he approaches that he knows something is different and that either I am in trouble or he ate a bad turkey leg again.

— Daddy, can I ex... - I start, thinking about avoiding the problem, but he doesn't seem to hear me as he invades my personal space.

— He’s on the hook. - he murmurs, smiling to keep up appearances as the rest of the group gathers around the campfire and chats, preparing to unwind for the evening, which usually includes alcohol, other substances, and sex. — you’re the bait, but you didn’t give him more than he was allowed, did you? - his jaw tightens, his voice hoarse.

— No, Daddy. - I lie lightly.

I’m never supposed to let our targets touch me for more than a handshake or a peck on the cheek, so what did I do with him?

Jason would be seen as a horrible indiscretion today.

— Great. He’s in a bad way, but you need to keep him away. he’s disrupting the crowd, making our job harder. you’ll go with him again tomorrow. miss the presentations and keep him busy all day. It’s our last day here and the crowd will be big, as will our fundraising.

My throat closes up as I see Jason weaving through the group behind the stage, heading towards us.

He’s gorgeous, more so than ever, and the way he made me feel takes the tension out of my core and I want to throw myself at him.

— Good night, Sheriff! - my dad uses his best booming showman voice. — you enjoyed the show once again.

Jason’s jaw sets as he places his hands on his belt, his gun still holstered as he looks down at me, then turns his broad shoulders to my dad. the tension in his body tells me he’s still on high alert, not the way he relaxed with me at the waterfall. I feel a shiver inside me when I think about the orgasm and still see the vague outline of the dried evidence on his pant leg.

The way he looked at me, kissed me, like I was already his, and for a brief moment all the pressures and troubles of my life floated away into that little pool.

— Sure. - he mumbles, and I can tell he wants to say more, but he’s holding back. — It was beautiful.

— Yes. - my father laughs, and the complicity in his laugh makes my stomach turn. he's playing Jason and I hate being a part of it. — It seems like my precious daughter has her own personal protector in the middle of the crowd.

— She needs one.

— Oh, yes, we make sure she's safe. - he looks at me and I look down. I don't want to play this game anymore, not with Jason, but years of training... if that's what you want to call it... the fear of reprisal twists inside me.

— Yes. - I interrupt, hating myself for playing this role. — my family keeps me safe, but I also really appreciate your help. You were so kind... - Jason gives me a look like he can't believe this bullshit, but before I can say anything, my father takes us to the next step.

— Katherine hasn’t missed a performance since we got here, except for today, and she twisted her ankle a little at the last dance tonight. I was wondering… — Jason keeps his eyes fixed on my father as he approaches me. — once again, I’d be honored if you’d take care of Katherine tomorrow. We have our busiest day yet, and I’d like her to have a day to relax before we head to the next city.

Jason sniffs and holds back something that sounds like a growl, then looks at me. — are you hurt?

— It’s nothing. - I hate the lie, but it’s already been said. I’m stuck with it. — I just misstepped.

I hear laughter and chatter coming from behind, right on cue. our group is a well-oiled machine.

My sister and four other younger women surround us.

— Katherine! - Serena calls. — are you coming? Mommy is waiting for us. - she turns to Jason. — we're on cleaning duty. all the costumes need to be washed. we take turns, but today it's all on us. A family that works together... works. - she smiles, repeating the already familiar lines.

Dangle the carrot and then take it away, our father always says. It makes them salivate for what they can't have. It makes them soft in his hands.

— I have to go. - I look at Jason, our secret is hot and heavy between us, but I beg with my eyes for him to join in the fun.

At least for now.

— I'll be here at dawn. - Jason says as I'm pulled away, my heart already broken, knowing that I won't see him until morning. Hoping that, in the end, he won't change his mind as I play and relive our day by the water.

Come back to me, Daddy. Your little girl needs you already.

•••

JASON WINCHESTER.

Something smells bad around here, and it's not just the overflowing porta-potties.

Her father is serious. there's something wrong here. Jason doesn't know the details yet, but he'll find out, and when he does, there's going to be a bloody hell.

Jason knows he's only spent a few hours with her, but she's his and he's going to make sure she's safe until she's with him full time.

After the group of girls dragged Katherine away last night, he circled the camp and watched from the shadows for an hour. Katherine didn't clean any of her costumes, so her sister is a liar too.

That would make Kezia a liar too.

Okay. she's being coerced, his instincts have been telling him that from the start. that "father" of theirs, if you can call him that, has some kind of power over them.

He’s more than a liar, he’s a son of a bitch, and it makes you wonder what kind of intimidation he uses to get compliance. as Jason watched from the parking lot, she came back alone, walking toward Broyn and an older woman, maybe her mother.

They were lecturing her, pointing fingers and waving their hands, staring at her as she stared at the ground. Then the older woman grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to a makeshift shower area of sorts and shoving her inside.

She emerged soaking wet, wearing only a thick nightgown, and the woman then handed her to one of the younger women who had taken her from me earlier, and they disappeared into a tent. Jason could see their silhouettes as they sat in a dim light, casting shadows. every now and then, Katherine would put her head in her hands while the other woman threw hers up in the air as she spoke.

Soon after, the interior light went out.

Jason hated going out, but he had some work to do, since his other deputies were taking care of everything during the day while I was away, and the station had called him a few times because of some small but important incidents in the city.

Besides, Lily and Jane were home, and Jason had been out longer than usual, and it was already late at night to ask his mother or father to go check on them and feed them. the tension was growing inside him as Jason drove away, knowing he would be back as soon as possible.

Now, Jason was showered and dressed in civilian clothes. I managed to sleep for two tortured hours while fighting the urge to jerk off his cock, her taste still lingering on his tongue. there was no way Jason was going to wait for the morning to come back. this girl had him under her spell and maybe Jason was losing control, but his desire to consume her was overwhelming.

It’s not just the way Jason wants to sink into her virgin pussy and claim her forever, it’s more than that. there’s a pulse inside him. Jason wants to make sure she has everything in life and then some. a protector, a guide, a lover, a confidant, a friend… everything. just like a husband to a wife and a stalker to his prey.

Jason wants it all with this girl who’s already stolen his heart.

Jason is watching from the back of the camp again through night vision binoculars. the tent she disappeared into the last time he saw her is still dark, and I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. not having her by his side or in his sight is going to drive him crazy, so I open the door to his truck and start walking toward the tent.

Jason stops as he approaches, hearing low voices coming from the other tents. the fire in the center of the camp is glowing like orange embers, and it reminds him of the burning desire Katherine has ignited inside him. His balls are still heavy, like they've been loaded with a lifetime of cum just for her. Jason can't stop his cock from leaking at the thought of printing her with his semen.

Should Jason have taken her to the lake? not expected, but marked right there and claimed as his.

She is innocent, but the way she felt pleasure as her slippery pussy spread across his thigh has him high. Jason wants that dripping pussy of his, morning, noon and night, and that is something Jason has never thought of before. the anguish he felt without her surprises him, but the image of her sweet face as her first orgasm rippled through her will be etched in his memory forever. His finest hour.

Jason is in love with this girl.

And as unreal as it may be, it doesn't matter. deciding to go all in and follow his instincts, which rarely deceive him.

Jason takes slow, measured steps towards the tent and below, listening, but there is no sound coming from inside. Jason walked in through the front, the zipper was open and Jason didn't want to scare her or the other girl she was with so he crouched down, his eyes adjusting to the low light but his heart sank when he saw the tent was empty.

Fuck. something’s wrong.

Not knowing where she is is one thing, but his internal lie meter is on overdrive when it comes to her father. Jason should never have left her here.

This is his fault, and if something happened to her, Jason will never forgive himself.

Just as his heart is about to crack his ribs, I hear a little scream over his left shoulder. It’s a female voice, a young woman, and she’s reached down and grabbed the grip of her pistol, partly on instinct and partly because if anyone touched her, they’re shot in the head.

Jason hears low voices, and Jason follows them toward a larger, taller canvas tent with dim lighting inside.

Jason steps back, where it’s darker and his shadow isn’t cast on the fabric, and I peer through a gaping crack where a retractable window shade isn’t quite aligned.

And his blood turns to ice.

His fingers close around the cold steel grip of his gun, while my thumb unlatches the clasp that holds it in its holster.

The man who introduced himself as Katherine’s father sits in a wooden chair, holding a long, gnarled cane.

It’s what’s on the end of that cane that could very well end his life this morning.

It’s Katherine.

She’s huddled, huddled inside a wooden box shaped like a cage, barely big enough for her tiny, snuggled body. Broyn taps the top with the gnarled end of his cane.

— What’s your job? - he asks, as murderous thoughts flood his brain.

To kill you, you son of a bitch.

— To distract. To do what I’m told. to serve the family. - Katherine’s soft voice shakes. I try to suppress a growl as anger bubbles up inside him.

He slams his cane down on the top of the box five times, and Jason sees Katherine flinch and flinch more with each blow.

— You say the words, but you don’t follow through on them! - he bellows, standing up, approaching the wooden box and looking down. — you kissed him. I heard you telling Serena. - his jaw clenches and he continues. — you must not be touched by them. You must remain untouched. Your value to the family is partly your beauty, but also your purity. If it is discovered that you let a stranger touch you, I will lose many thousands of dollars, Katherine, and that is not going to happen.

— I’m sorry. - she whimpers and I don’t hear anything else.

The beast inside him is ready to rip Broyn’s skin off as I walk to the front of the tent and rip open the flaps of fabric that serve as a door, pistol in hand.

Her father spins around, cane in the air, and Jason gives him a look that lets him know he’s halfway to getting a bullet in the brain.

— Jason. - Jason hears Katherine’s voice, but he’s focused on the son of a bitch in front of him.

Jason reached out and snatched the cane from his hand, throwing it into the corner, but keeping his gun pointed at him. then, Jason stepped forward and, in a single movement, ripped the top of the cage holding his girl by the hinges and threw her at him.

— Are you okay, Angel? - Jason asked, keeping his eyes on the man who stared at me fearlessly.

— I'm fine. - Katherine replied, as I reached out with my free hand and helped her out of the box. — don't hurt him.

Jason swallowed the hatred that built in his throat as he pushed her behind him, then closed the space between him and his father, reaching out and grabbing her throat with one of them and shoving the barrel of his gun into her stomach.

— You're so lucky she's here. the only reason you're alive is because I don't want her to see you die.

— You're a man of the law. I'm unarmed. It would be murder. - he chokes out the words as his fingers crush Broyn's windpipe.

— Look me in the eye, do you think I care what they call you? Besides, I caught you committing a serious crime, imprisonment and torture, domestic violence... you fought me while I tried to free Katherine. I know the fucking law.

Jason shrugged. Broyn's eyes narrowed, but he flinched, his mouth hanging open as Jason cut off the little air that was reaching Broyn's lungs.

Jason released Broyn's throat, leaned back and hammered his fist upward, under his jaw, knocking him backwards, three feet away, where he fell in a pile of dust, unconscious.

Jason spun around, grabbed Katherine's hand, and led them out of the medieval torture chamber and toward the truck.

As they walked out, they heard a voice coming from behind another tent.

— Shhh. - Jason looked at her, Katherine, oblivious, next to him, and saw one of the girls who took her from him earlier. — take care of her. please. - Jason opened his mouth to answer, but she was already gone and Jason didn't want to wait another second to get his girl out of here, but he made a note to ask her later who the dark-haired girl was.

Jason put Katherine inside the truck, buckled her seatbelt and finally Jason put his gun away when he looked back and Jason didn't see anyone watching. Jason started the car and spun in the dirt, knowing that now that I have her back, I'll never let her go again.

— I'm sorry I left you here. I knew something was wrong, I should have followed my instincts. my sweet little girl, I may never let you out of my sight again. - Jason reached out to her hand and brushed the dust from her cheeks.

Dry trails of tears cut through the dirt and Jason never wants to see her cry again. her insides feel like a coiled viper, ready to attack anyone who dares to come near her now.

— Angel, are you really okay? - Jason approached and cupped her cheek.

— Now, yes. - she looked at him, her face soft and confident as she smiled, and his heart races. — where are we going? - she asks, and it takes me a second to extinguish my fury and focus on taking care of her.

Just as Jason opens his mouth to respond, a loud, gnawing growl rips from her stomach and she wraps her free hand around his core.

— Sorry.

— You’re hungry. - a new anger wells up inside him as he remembers seeing her last night, but not seeing her eat anything. — we’ll get you some food, that’s where we’re going.

— No. - she answers, too quickly, but Jason doesn’t see her flinch. — I’m fine.

— Yes, we are. - John announces, giving her a stern look. — sometimes I make the rules, I know what’s best for you and you’ll learn to trust me.

The tension in her face softens and she leans her shoulder against his ear. — Daddy knows best. - the words fall from her plump, cherry-colored lips, and his already throbbing cock sends a jolt of aching desire deep inside him.

— Every time you call me that, I feel like the luckiest human being on the planet, Angel.

— Every time I look at you, I feel the same way.

•••

KATHERINE MONTGOMERY.

— This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. - I look around, my mouth agape in wonder as I spin in circles, the stars and moon shining brightly. the first hum of light turns the sky along the horizon from black to a deep gray. — I’ve traveled all over the country and I’ve always dreamed of a place…that looked like this. I never imagined it could be real.

— Well. - Jason begins, his eyes fixed on me as we walk down the stone path from where he’s parked his truck toward the front door of a house that looks like it’s straight out of my dreams. he’s stripped off his uniform, pulling on a pair of baggy, faded jeans and a white button-down shirt. simple, but still so fucking hot. — first, you’re the most beautiful place, person, everything I’ve ever seen. and second… - he stands behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist, and I feel his hard cock press against my back, making the tension between my legs ease. — second, this is real. I will take care of you from now on, Katherine. no one will hurt you again.

I want to believe him, but a lifetime of living a reality that doesn’t match his words inspires doubt in me. I take a deep breath, admiring the massive, barn-like structure that is his home, lit from the inside and out by the dim light of dawn.

The rustic form contrasts with the modern touches that have transformed the giant structure into an imposing home. as we approach the front door, I see huge glass windows that offer a direct view from the first floor. the driveway to the house was probably half a mile long, winding through pine trees that reminded me of the ones at the waterfall we visited yesterday.

He told me it was part of the same land, and the way it curved and the huge, ancient trees hugged the house made it look more like the cover of a magazine than someplace I ever imagined I would find. just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I heard dogs barking inside and saw them through the glass.

— Do you have dogs? - I give a little jump.

— Yeah, Lily and Jane. rescued. kind of like you.

A smile spreads across my face. — I love dogs so much. I’ve never been allowed to have pets. they’re considered an unnecessary expense in our group. but when we’re at festivals, people bring their dogs and I’ve always wanted one so badly.

— Well, come on. meet your dogs.

The way he says it. — meet your dogs. - gives me pause, but I’m so excited that I don’t think I could have misunderstood.

— Come on. I need to get inside you. - Jason stops himself immediately and shakes his head. — I mean, I need to get you inside.

He turns toward the house, my hand in his as he leads us to the front door, and I’m nervous, but at the same time, I feel at home. something I’ve never felt before.

As you enter, the interior is even more stunning than the exterior, if that’s possible. warm wood, cream and white, and splashes of blue that remind me of the ocean, with high ceilings and rustic beams. Lily and Jane jump and lick, and I sit on the floor and let them envelop me.

— They don’t usually do well with strangers. they’re not very trusting of most people. I can’t blame them, they didn’t have the best upbringing. - Jason stands, watching with a warm glint in his eyes, rubbing his face. — but they probably need to go out.

When he says “out,” both dogs turn to him, wagging their tails and panting as he opens the front door and they bound out.

— Won’t they run away? - I ask, missing them in my heart and worried that they’ll disappear into the woods.

— No. they know where their home is. plus, I put up an invisible fence and trained them. - they can run on ten acres; they know their limits. Dogs like to know someone is in charge. It makes them feel safe.

Jason leads me by the hand into a huge, open kitchen, and my stomach growls again, just in time.

— Sorry. - I say, pulling my lips to the side.

— You’re not the one who should be sorry. as long as you’re with me, I’ll make sure that from now on, you eat, you’re safe, and you get what you need. - he holds my face between his hands. — I’m not going to lie, I want you. I want between your legs and I can’t wait to put my mouth on your sweet pussy, but most of all, I’ll take care of you. your safety and well-being trump everything else. and food is something that makes you look like you haven’t had enough in a long time.

I hesitate, then nod. — I’m hungry, but…

— But what?

— But, well, I have allergies. I can’t expect you to overexert yourself…

He grabs my shoulders. — so you do have allergies. tell me what they are.

— Are you sure? - I ask, and he nods, so I take a deep breath and start eating. — Eggs and chicken. Poultry in general. I almost died once, my throat got so swollen.

— Don’t say anything else. I will make sure you never touch them and they never touch you.

I marvel as I watch Jason work in the kitchen. He’s clearly a skilled cook, chopping vegetables like he’s on Top Chef, seasoning a piece of red meat with ten spices, and then searing it on the grill of a stainless steel stove that looks like it belongs in a five-star restaurant.

— Wow, that smells good! - I’m salivating, and it’s because of the smell of the food, but also because of watching Jason. I never imagined it could be so exciting to watch a man cook. It’s like he’s painting a masterpiece just for me.

— That smells good, I agree. - he nods toward the food and gives me a look that makes me shudder. — I know something that smells much, much better. - Jason looks at me like I’m the piece of meat he’s about to devour, and my stomach turns.

It had been a while since I had eaten a meal like this. salad, mixed vegetables, mashed potatoes, and a steak I didn't even know existed. He asks what I would like to drink and I tell him water, but he doesn't believe me. After some questioning, I admit that my favorite drink is pink lemonade, very sweet.

It turns out that he had lemons in the fridge and made me the best homemade pink lemonade I have ever had in my life.

Since I was a child, my diet has been restricted and controlled, and not just because of my allergies. staying fragile and skinny has helped me play my part. It was the same in every family I was sold to. when I was little, I had to touch people's hearts, appear fragile and needy. my unique eyes were already a draw back then, making people sigh and stare. as I grew older, they transformed into what I am now.

I feel like I’ve been eating for an hour when I finally sit down and hold my stomach.

— I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this much in my life. - I rub my belly as Jason cleans my empty plate.

— I think I’m going to explode.

— I know how you feel.

The throbbing tension between us has only increased since we walked into the house, and I’m hungry for more than food. I’m already grateful for everything Jason has done, but I still have trouble believing that this is anything other than a salacious encounter with another morally flexible cop.

All doubt is dispelled when Jason appears in front of me, looking like he’s won the lottery. the thin strap of the dress I’m wearing falls off one shoulder, and when I lift it to put it back in place, his hand grabs my wrist and wetness pools in my panties as my fingers begin to tremble.

— Let it go. - he orders. — Daddy needs to see you. taste you. - he leans close to my ear. — Daddy needs to fuck you. It's time to choose, Angel.

He stands up, licking his bottom lip as I open my mouth to say something, but the words won't come out. I want him to see me. I know this is true, deep in my soul, so I reach for his other shoulder and pull down the other strap.

If it weren’t for the way my nipples are puckered, the fabric clinging to the hard flesh, they would fall off.

I rock in my chair as Jason brings his mouth down on mine, hard and full, slow and fast all at once. He’s tender, lustful, like a father and a lover all rolled into one.

His tongue slides across my lips as his hands slide my nightgown down, then his warm, rough palm cups my breasts and my head starts to spin.

— Do you like the way Daddy touches you?

I nod, words impossible now. the heady excitement his touch and his words stir inside me feels both perfectly right and terribly wrong, and I feel trapped in a dream.

I also have feelings that a girl should never have for her father. but this combination turns me on so much; I'm getting goosebumps all over.

— You've teased a lot of men, haven't you?

— Yes... - I manage to say as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I can barely breathe. — that was my job. to tease and flirt, but never let anyone touch me. I've never wanted anyone to touch me... until now.

— You know you're making my dick hurt. Like you did yesterday, riding me like you did. slut. you were teasing me too, weren't you?

I grip the front of his shirt as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as the brush of his shirt against my warm, soaked flesh almost turns me on. — I was supposed to tease you. but you’re different. I wanted your touch. I wanted you so badly. and you’re going to get it, baby. I’m going to give you everything. - his voice is husky and warm in my ear.

— Daddy’s going to give you something very special today. - he carries me down a long hallway to a door at the end that’s open, and inside is a room the size of a basketball court, with a bed in the center and the same high ceiling as the living room, with rough beams crisscrossing everywhere.

It seemed like everyone but me was busy. In every tent, trailer, and against the walls of the stages where we played, men and women of all types were having sex.

Jason has it inside me, and I want to follow him to the ends of the earth. I don't know how this will all end, but right now all I can think about is a life with Jason, and, silly fantasy or not, I'm going to move on.

The back wall of the room is made up of sliding windows, and the morning glow reveals the contours of the forest, making you feel like you’re in a tree house. the dense forest filters the light and brings out the natural, woody scent that mixes with Jason’s spicy cologne.

The heat of the room melts me as an intense heat courses through my veins. Jason lays me down on the bed, taking a step back, still staring at me.

His gaze is heavy and silence fills the air as he stares at me, unmoving, and out of nervousness I slide my knees together, eliciting a deep growl from the stoic man standing at the foot of the bed.

— Don't do that. Daddy needs a look. - he steps forward and my heart races as he pulls the nightgown off my body, then slips his fingers into my panties and pulls them down my thighs, then my ankles. he brings them up to his face, inhaling, and then pulls them away just long enough to speak. — no hide-and-seek with what's mine, little one. We'll play lots of games, but never a game that takes you away from me. got it? - he asks, throwing my panties on the desk.

— I think so. - I whisper, but I'm distracted when he unbuttons my shirt, almost ripping it before he bends down and pulls my ankles apart, placing them in different positions, high and open, and then, with heavy hands, he spreads my knees apart.

There's a deep scar in the middle of my body and several other small ones scattered across my torso.

— Right there. - he growls, pulling off one boot, then the other, bending down to pull off his socks, and god, his body is everything.

— What happened? - I manage to say, wanting to know as much about him as he seems to want to know about me.

— High-speed chase and a truck. I lost control, it gave me a new perspective. let me know, we’re all immortal. - he looks at me like I’m a goddess and I want to be immortal with him.

He’s not exactly sculpted, not like one of those perfect men on the covers of fitness books and magazines. he’s better. strong, thick, there’s muscle there, but it’s not for show. It’s for real use.

He has a layer of bulk over his firm muscles, creating a contrast of strength and comfort. His broad chest is adorned with enough dark hair that my fingers twitch, wanting to touch it.

His gaze is furious, intense, lustful, making me so wet it leaks out of me as a red blush heats my cheeks, knowing he can probably see the effect he’s having on me.

He leaves his pants in place, but I can see the outline of his thick erection and it only makes me want him more, my knees start to shake as I hold myself open for him.

— Fuck, baby. I don’t deserve you. you’re too perfect.

— You deserve it, Daddy. - when I answer, the fire in his eyes burns as his chest heaves. — we deserve to be happy, don’t we? Is it wrong to feel this way? that you want to play with your girl?

The fantasy makes my insides twist in the most delicious way, and I’m shocked at how uninhibited I am with Jason.

— You’re not wrong. you’re my girl. but I’m going to apologize now, because, baby, Daddy is going to fuck you hard. Your teasing and that tight, delicious pussy won’t let me go slow.

— It’s okay. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy.

He growls again through gritted teeth as I remain exposed, but I know by the look in his eyes that he’s satisfied, and I can’t imagine how far I would go to make sure he looks at me like that forever.

A moment of melancholy mingles with joy, knowing that at some point I will have to face my father and my family. and by that time, maybe Jason will be done with me and I will have to face the consequences alone.

Consequences of leaving. of defying my father's will. of ruining my purity.

All these negative thoughts disappear when Jason leans down and sucks my taut, sensitive nipple between his teeth. I hiss at the pinch, but then he licks, sucks, and fondles both breasts as I arch up and moan with growing desire.

I run my fingers through his hair, wanting more, wanting this, wanting him. I look down, watching his mouth on me, his tongue swirling. Jason, enjoying me, and it’s so erotic that I almost combust with pleasure.

A heavy groan echoes from him as I hold his head, pulling him closer, never wanting this to end. and yet, there’s so much more that I want.

I need so much more.

It’s like a fever building inside me. a hunger for something I’ve never had. but the most primal part of me demands it. he must feel the need pulsing through my veins as he rakes his teeth against my neck, nipping and biting at my jugular like a tiger trying to find the exact spot to bite and consume its prey.

My hand runs down my core until my finger sinks into the wetness he’s created. I lose myself in the feel of his teeth, his lips, his tongue as he focuses his attention on a part of my neck that feels sensitive, erotic, just like my nipples, or where his fingers explore my soaked folds, and for a moment I can’t breathe.

— No, Angel. - his voice drips, low and dark, in my ear. — as much as I want to fuck your pussy, your next orgasm will be delivered straight to my mouth.

He reaches over and pulls my hand away, and before I can say anything else, he’s on his feet, pulling off his pants and underwear, and that feverish, dreamlike feeling washes over me in waves. my skin tingles with pins and needles as I absorb the reality of the veiny monster standing tall and swollen in his balls.

— Oh my god. - I cry, licking my lips as I stare at the pearly white droplets dripping from the bulbous, almost purple tip. — this is never going to fit inside me.

— It’ll do, Angel. Daddy’s going to make sure you’re ready and willing before we try.

I stare at his monstrous erection in silent, astonished as my ovaries prepare to release more eggs than the easter Angel.

— Will it hurt, Daddy? - I ask, a hint of pout and fear in my voice because I can’t fathom how this is anatomically possible.

He drags his nails down my ribs, making me hiss as he lowers himself to the edge of the bed, his hands resting on my knees.

— I’m afraid so. but I promise, I’ll give you special kisses and make it better later. then, very soon, when your little body gets used to it, it’ll feel so good. you’ll have to trust Daddy.

— I will.

— Good girl. now, I’ll show you what those special kisses feel like.

I shiver as he looks down at me, the intensity in his dark hazel eyes wavering between desire and something darker.

Before I can say anything, he’s crouched down, his nose pressed firmly against my slit, and I feel the rush of cool air as he exhales and inhales against my hot, melting intimacy.

— So sweet. - he whispers, as if he’s speaking directly to my pussy and not to me. — unique, made just for me. this pussy is all mine, isn’t it? - his eyes lift as I take in the landscape of my body, at this man who’s about to take all of me.

A man who feels like family, but is a stranger.

I nod, my mouth open, anticipation hitting me in my most delicate places as I silently beg for what’s coming next.

— You should learn to say please, Daddy, when you want something. - he gives my folds a long, slow lick, nerve endings exploding like fireworks. — Say, ‘Please, Daddy, give me special kisses.’

He presses his mouth against the silky, soaked skin, and I stutter out my plea. — P-p-please… Daddy, give it to me, oh my… - I trail off as his tongue teases my hard nub, circling it like a predator while my head spins and I try to remember what I was saying. — …special kisses, please, Daddy…special… - I stutter and writhe as my synapses fire and misfire. — p-please.

— I love the way you say please. - Jason gives me a devilish grin and I buck my hips up, unconsciously demanding more as his hands slide down and grip the tops of my thighs tightly. — now, close your eyes, Angel. Daddy is going to make you feel so good.

A sob rips from my chest as his mouth swallows my pussy whole. he's everywhere, this man, making me heave and gasp as my hips writhe and prepare for an invisible demand he's created inside me.

My toes curl as I push my heels into the bed. I feel his teeth scrape the sensitive, tingling skin before he sucks on each fold between my lips and zeroes in on my clit, making my entire body rise and fall as the pulsing sensations build deep in my core.

— Oh my God, Jason… - I say between moans and cries. — please don’t stop.

— I’ll never stop. - he pauses to answer, the words vibrating against my opening as I feel the pressure there, his mouth returning to my clit.

He’s taking his time now, even though my body silently demands that he hurry, that he bring me to the point where I lose control.

It’s a finger, in and out, tongue and lips, and then he pushes somewhere inside me that makes me gasp and tense my muscles. he rubs, whatever that magic spot is, while his mouth does some sort of voodoo and I'm transported to a part of me that's irrational, lustful, and wild, a part I never dreamed could exist.

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy daddy daddy...

I repeat his name inside my lust-stunned brain as my hips move, grinding against his generous mouth as my chest arches toward the ceiling and my skin feels like it's coming alive. there's an urgent anxiety building, stabbing, writhing, and racing inside me toward an invisible finish line.

— This pussy is mine. - I hear him over my own cries, and Jason's mouth pulls my clit in, his tongue licking and destroying me in a second as my body gives in to the internal tug at my core.

His mouth, his words are desperate.

Needy.

Demanding.

He devours me as he pulls me against his mouth, impossibly tight, as if he wants me to stay glued to his face forever. he groans with me, louder, softer, vibrating as the pleasure he seems to extract from me takes me over the edge, into a shuddering, agonizing orgasm.

I hold my breath for that last, delicious second before the cliff dive sends me tumbling.

Falling. thrashing. pleasure escaping me in waves.

I'm reaching, reaching for something that isn't there. I'm aware of every cell in my body... of every atom that spins and the tsunami carries me away.

There's no air, no light, no sound, just the black hole of delight he's given me with his mouth. I'll never look at his lips and tongue the same way again. they're an invaluable mechanism of deviant pleasure. I don't believe my mind will ever work the same way again.

As I gasp and gasp, screams burning my throat, Jason pulls my flooded clit back to his lips and the pleasure turns to desperate pain.

— God, please stop! - I scream, my lungs desperate to extract oxygen from the air. but they fail, and I’m suffocating. kicking him, slapping his head. — I can’t breathe… - I manage to say, pulling the fabric beneath me in panic, my eyes unfocused on the ceiling, which seems to be rippling.

— You’ve made such a beautiful mess, little one. You make me so happy. - I hear Jason’s voice as if from afar, calling me closer, urging calm into my body. I don’t even know how much time has passed since I lost myself in the vortex.

An hour?

A day?

A split second and an eternity, all at once. I’m trying to understand time and space again, as they exist here on earth, and I realize that I’m still wrapped in a cloud of lust.

I want something else.

My body needs something else.

— I want you inside me, Daddy. - I manage to say, my voice low, playing another role as I inhale and exhale, hot breaths burning my lungs while my skin grows feverish. hot and cold at the same time, as I finally focus, looking down and seeing Jason on his knees between my spread legs, his face wet with my juices.

— I'm going to come inside you, baby. you're the most perfect, beautiful girl I've ever seen and I'm claiming all of you. your pussy is mine, but more than that, your sweet, virgin pussy and I'm going to fuck it bareback. All of me. All of you.

A wave of new pleasure runs through me and I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, the cart hurtling toward the top of the highest peak, the ride moving at full speed; there's no stopping, no getting off. It's too late, as your belly turns and the ultimate free fall awaits right in front of you.

He rests his arms on my sides, leaning in so his mouth consumes mine. I taste myself on him as he feeds me with his tongue, and the tension builds inside me again. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted him. my body is desperate to feel him pushing himself inside me, and his enormous weight on top of me gives me that wonderful, dangerous, helpless feeling, like he can do whatever he wants to me and I won’t be able to stop him.

But even as the forbidden fantasy torments me, somehow he makes me feel at home. like I’ve finally found the person, not the place, that gives me roots. something I’ve never had.

Our tongues clash and intertwine. He’s demanding in the kiss, aggressive and unapologetic as he focuses his weight on me and pulls back, staring into my soul with eyes that remind me of my dreams.

— You filled my mouth with your honey, baby. that made Daddy so happy. - now you're going to have to be brave, you're going to make me happy again. my cock is entering that tight little hole of yours and I'm not sure if I can go slow.

There's pain in your eyes, your face looks distorted and conflicted as the tendons in your neck stand out.

I take a deep breath as he lowers himself and the first brush of his cock hits my entrance. He moves, hands behind my knees, pushing my legs up, wider and wider as he struggles to get his huge body into position.

Cock hits my entrance. he moves, hands behind my knees, pushing my legs up, wider and wider as he struggles to get his huge body into position.

— Daddy loves you. - his words penetrate places I’ve kept hidden for so long as his cock penetrates my virginity, a wave of emotions engulfing me along with the pain of his penetration. — fuck, Angel. Jesus, I’m sorry. you teased me too much. I can’t stop. Daddy loves you. - he repeats as I scream his name and he breaks through my resistance. arrows of white-hot pain shoot in every direction as his dark hazel eyes control mine with a gaze of such power and reverence that I feel like a priceless treasure, sent here as an offering to a demon.

Pain consumes me as he holds my legs open and struggles to push me forward. I don’t know what to do with my hands for a moment, until I finally place them on his jaw.

I feel the strong flex of muscle, the vibration as he grinds his teeth, and I have never wanted to please anyone as much as I do now.

— Fuck me. - I say, surprising myself with the naughty request. — I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Make me yours, all yours. Your special girl, forever and ever.

— Fuck, whore. - his hips move forward in a grimace. — you're so perfect. I can't stop... fuck, fuck, fuck.

He lowers his head to the back of my neck, hot breaths and low growls mingling against my skin as the pain hits me deep and I thrust again. then another and another, until sobs build up in my chest and I lower myself to grab my legs behind my knees, giving myself completely to him, even as the pain takes the air from my lungs.

Jason’s hands slide between the bedclothes and my back, wrapping me in a hug, pressing our bodies together as his flesh moves against mine. the wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill my ears as the sweet scent of sweat and sex tickles my nose and the connection feels complete. his body envelops me, his cock filling me as his arms grip my soft flesh. I feel total, complete, and primal possession of him. I feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced as he thrusts his thick cock into me, grunting and cursing in my ear the most obscene and filthy things, and before I know it, I’m pushed over the edge.

— The first time I saw you, I became a different man. - he moves closer, breathing the words into the air between us as he thrusts into me, filling me with him. — when you danced and looked at me, I wanted all of you. all of you.

His lips press against mine, breath rushing through his nose as he begins to pump faster and faster, while I do my best to keep myself open, wanting him deep, deeper and deeper, into parts of me I’ve never thought of before, pushing away the ache…

My wetness flows around him, easing his demanding girth as he thrusts into me in the most delicious way.

— You may have teased men before, but you will never do this again, little one. You belong to me now, this pussy is mine, your heart, your soul… they are all mine to care for from now on. Mine to protect. - he thrusts in and out, hot, fast, urgent, until our bodies are slick from forehead to toe, sliding and slapping as the bed bounces under his heavy exertion and his lips escape mine, kissing my forehead in a gesture so delicious and sweet, as he fucks me like a rag doll down there. I am his porcelain doll, his filthy whore, and it is perfect.

I accept everything he’s giving me, the pain and the pleasure, as his stubble scrapes my cheek and he grips my body, holding me against him like a human sex toy, the tension turning to fury. He thrusts into me, harder, needier, almost manic, and I feel myself tensing, ready to fly again when he groans in my ear.

— Daddy’s cumming inside you, girl. I can’t stop, I’m so close, princess, come with me. I want to feel you cum on my cock, your pussy drawing my cum from my balls. - his words send me over the edge, and I wrap my legs around the hard muscles of his ass, pulling him impossibly deep as I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him.

My body convulses, noises unlike anything I ever imagined I could make escaping my throat, and the first spurt of his hot release coats the inside of my manhood.

He grunts, groans, and then roars as I scream and hold on with my teeth and nails. our bodies run the show, there’s no civilized thought going on anymore. Jason’s furious thrusts in and out of me end in the most glorious pain as he thrusts into me and I feel his cum dripping down my ass cheeks, slick between us.

— Fuck, Angel.

My insides tighten, lightning flashes in my eyes, and I bury my face in his chest as the thrill of knowing his seed is deep inside me rocks me into another wave of blinding orgasm. I’m shaking and digging my heels into his ass, unable to control myself.

— Are you okay? - his voice is hoarse and raspy, tinged with remorse, but I want to ease his pain.

— I’m perfect. It was perfect.

— I told you I didn’t think I could go slow. — He takes his hands from my back, runs them up my ribs, and somehow manages to grab me under my arms and turn us around, his cock still buried to the hilt as I ride him, shuddering.

I press my palms against the hardness of his chest, feeling the brush of hair between my fingers, his cock full and thick inside me, still throbbing.

I look down at this gorgeous monster of a man and smile, the burn still fresh between my legs, but the pull for more of what he’s offering me is stronger than my aversion to pain.

— Can I ride you one more time, Daddy? - I bite my bottom lip, rocking my hips a little, slowly, as I watch the vein in his forehead pop.

— What do you say? - he reaches for my hips, moving them back and forth, his fingers digging into them.

— Please, Daddy…

— Good girl. - take your time, daddy likes to watch.

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