Father's Keeper Parker Ford (psychology books to read .txt) 📖

watched him lapat me, sucking that small nub of flesh so that my vision faded in and out likea bad TV.

“Come for me. I want you so wet, soturned on, so, so ready for me when I fuck you up the ass, little girl. A smallamount of pain is expected, but I want you to like it. I want you to beg me forit. I want you to come when I take your ass.”

I was shaking when I came. Holding hisshoulders as he sucked me so that I came in a sweet rush and then when he bitthe fragile inside of my thigh, right up by the fold of my leg, I came again. Asweet little burst of unexpected pleasure.

“Turn around,” he growled and reachedover me again. In the medicine cabinet was a bottle of coconut oil and it waslike warm sunshine when he drizzled it down my ass crack.

I pushed my bottom out, bowed underhim. His hands danced along my lower back, touching me lightly until he partedmy cheeks and pressed the slick tip of a finger to the bud of my anus. Hisfinger slipped in effortlessly and I shivered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said. “More.”

He pushed a second finger in, slow andslippery it pressed inside of me. He fucked me with his fingers--little burstsand sizzles of pain filling me until I pressed my head to the perfect,blissfully cool marble. “Good?”

“Good,” I echoed.

“Breathe out, Jen,” he said and I felthim tip the head of his cock against the star of my ass. He circled the silkenhead around my tight opening and I blew out a huge breath of air and then hewas pressing. Pressing insistently, steadily, evenly until I gripped the silverfaucet, seeing my own face reflected back like I was looking in a funhousemirror. I looked feline and foreign in the metal.

Gil pushed into me on a slow evenstroke, letting my body expand and adjust and take him in. Then he stilled,hands on my hips as my body shook with a fine tremor and I gulped air. When Ipressed back against him, he made a small sound in his throat and thrust hard,holding me still and sinking into me. “God, I love this. I love you,” he saidand I stilled. Somehow that invaded me more deeply than his cock.

“I. . .”

“Don’t say anything. At all. Put yourhead down,” he said softly and I did. A small smile played on my lips. He wasgiving me an out. One I didn’t need. I had flirted with the idea of examiningmy not so right feelings for him for so long, that now that I was free toexpress them, it stumped me.

I reached behind me, putting my handson his hips and feeling his muscled flex as he fucked me. Gil wormed hisfingers between me and the vanity, finding my clit with his fingertip, hestroked me closer and closer to orgasm. My body so full of him, humming withthe power of our coupling and the surge of emotions in my chest just for him.

“So, so perfect. This is perfect, youare perfect.” Gil was muttering softly under his breath, almost like he waswhispering secrets to himself.

“I love you,” I said, facing him inthe mirror. Seeing my own strong reflection in the glass, my blue eyesflashing, defying him to question me. “I love you, Gil.”

“Done,” he said softly, his faceshifting as he came. His fingers flying over my clitoris so that I joined him,a long liquid orgasm that warmed my pelvis and made my cheeks flush red. “Doneand done,” he said again. “I love you too, kid. Always have. But. . .”

I smiled, reaching back to touch hisflanks again as the final small flickers of my release worked through my cunt.“I know. Not that way.”

He leaned in and bit the back of myneck hard enough to make one more spasm work through me. “Not always that way,but for a while now. Just wouldn’t look at it.”

Gil wrapped me in a towel and when Iopened the door, I froze. My brain double  clutched for an instant withconfusion. I stared into my mother’s big blue eyes, so much like my own. Mymother. Marian. Gil’s wife.

She took me in, naked but for a toweland Gil behind me pulling his jeans up over his lean, naked hips.

Her mouth tightened into a thin lineand she said “Jennifer, your hair is blue.”

* * * *

“Why don’t you let me and your mothertalk,” Gil said softly, moving past me into the dining room.

“But I--”

“Jennifer,” he said, giving me a lookthat was half warning, half plea.

“Oh come now, Gilbert,” my mother saidin that fake calm voice of hers. She never called Gil Gilbert unless he waspassively aggressively pissed. Which she was. “If she’s old enough to fuck,she’s old enough to be privy to our conversation.” Then she smiled. She said itin the same voice as if she’d said please pass the gravy.

“Mother, I--”

“I think you need to shut up now,darling,” she said.

“Marian, you left us. You have noright to come in here and be upset by anything.”

“Gil, you were having sex with ourdaughter!”

“By marriage,” I interjected. Then Ibit my lip. The presence of them in the same room, the arguing, my mother’sbelittling attitude all made me feel young and unsure. But it also pissed meoff.

“Shut up, Jennifer, you don’t knowwhat you’re doing. Clearly you’ve--”

“I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“You’re a child.”

“A child?” My face was hot and mythroat was tight. “Fuck you!”

“Very original,” my mother said.

“Jen,” Gil said, coming to me.

“Don’t touch her,” my mother said.

“Touch me!” I crowed. “And you, shutup. You shut up, mother. You know why you think of me as a child?Because you really haven’t been there for me physically or emotionally since Iwas one. Gil and I--”

“Are wrong. And I will tell everyone,”she said, her eyes narrowing. When they slitted like that she looked evil orcrazy. My own mother--I hated when she looked like that because it meant maybeI could look like that at times. And the thought scared me to death.

“No you won’t,” I said.

“I will. I’ll tell everyone youseduced