Page 42 of Unholy

The parts are moving and the pieces are in play.

Things that would normally stress people out get my dick hard. This is my championship game, the final battle in the war, and we are going all fucking in.

18

NATHANIEL

We dropped Greta off at Rain’s on the way home. I fucking love my daughter-in-law, but Elijah is going to lose his shit when he sees who is staying in his guest room for the immediate future.

“If she ends up dead because of your kid, I’ll fucking kill you.” Puppet’s gaze is focused out the passenger-side window. I want to laugh but can't; her words are robotic and lifeless, like she isn’t really here. Parking the car, I turn off the engine and sit with her in the silence of the space. Rylee’s entire life burned and crumbled before her eyes, but by the time we left, it was gone, all of it.

She’s lost her mom twice.

First the real version that would tuck her into bed at night, and then the memory of her. Reaching my hand off the warm leather gear shift, I touch her knee softly in an effort to comfort her but she doesn’t want it. Rylee brings her legs into herself, turning her back toward me and she continues to look out the window.

My head rolls against the seat. Looking up at the car ceiling, I feel helpless. As much as I have been there for my son andsupported him through his journey in finding himself, this is completely different. She is completely different. I can’t make her feel better by giving her a hit or a new person to mutilate. I don’t know what she needs, but it seems like I am not it.

Do I go get her cat? I don’t know.

Restlessly, I start playing with my rings, twisting them relentlessly. The longer we sit, the more my sympathy turns into impatience and frustration. And this isn’t the time to make any of this shit about me, but I can’t resist. Slamming my hands on the steering wheel, “We don’t have time for this,” escapes my mouth before I am able to stop it.

Rylee turns slowly and I know I’m fucked.

Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, her face is in a scowl, and her fists are clenched. She is going to punch me, and I keep my face relaxed and ready because I deserve it. And honestly, we don’t have time for this shit, but I shouldn’t have said it out loud.

Her knuckles connect with my jaw, skin cracking against skin. My head jolts to the side from the force of her punch. I resist moving to rub the area once she pulls back, letting the sting sink in followed by the aching of my jaw. My eyes tear as a side effect of the hit, and I am able to sniff the nose drip before shit gets gross.

Unbuckling my seat belt, I jump out of the car and walk around the front. Passing the hood, I slam my hand down on it hard, convinced I could have very well dented it, but it’s not even mine, so, oh well.

Swinging Rylee’s door open, tears are welling in her eyes, dying to stream down her beautiful face, but I’ve had enough of them for the day.

“You can cry and scream and punch me after this is over, I promise. But I need your head with me right now. We destroy this motherfucker, then we cry. Can you do that for me, Puppet? Please?” I’m not beneath getting on my knees and begging,actually, I know she would love it. But it’s my turn to have her back, to be the person she can lean on. So I reach over and unlatch her belt, then pick her up bridal style out of the car. She is slapping my chest, kicking her feet with tiny, cute grunts.

Walking to the front of the car, I toss her on the ground. She lands on her feet and places her hands on the hood to brace herself. Standing behind her, I growl, “Don’t fucking move.” Her breath hitches nervously as I undo my pants and free my aching cock, because, yes, her hitting me instantly got my dick hard.

I tug her pants down and push her oversized sweater up slightly, leaving her beautiful peach on display for me. A trail of spit drips off my lips, falling between the soft cheeks of her perky, fine ass.

“I got you, Puppet,” is all I say before ramming into her wet, tight pussy. Her back arches, a loud moan follows, and her cunt immediately grips me. She loves my piercings and squeezes me harder in order to feel each one rubbing against her walls.

My hands grip her hips with all my strength. I want her to see me after, claiming and possessing. And a little pain feels so fucking good.

It’s time to show her how I fuck.

“Touch yourself, Puppet,” my voice rasps, instructing her, and she listens. Her hand rubs aggressively against her clit, edging herself further, taking her to where I fucking need her to be. Our skin slaps against one another’s as I continue fucking her relentlessly. My cock is pulsating and our time outside could be short-lived, but I’m not embarrassed because she needs this as much as I do.

Panting, I tell her, no, I demand her, “Use me. Take it.” She purrs as her leg begins to twitch and her breathing becomes heavier.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she pants.

And don’t you worry, sweet Puppet, I won’t stop until we are both fucking satisfied.

Sweat beads on my forehead as my cock spasms inside of her. Every part of me wants to come inside of her, filling her with my release, but seeing my cum on her ass calls to me more right now. Pulling out, I let go of her hips and grab my swelled cock as ropes of cum shoot out, decorating her backside. My eyes are hooded as I take in the most beautiful sight. Rylee follows, her hand slows down, and she places her head against the cool metal as soft moans escape her. She places her hands on either side of her body as she rests, riding the waves with trembling hands. I begin to rub my release into her skin. “Don’t clean it off,” I instruct breathlessly.

Huffing, she promises, “I won’t.”

Reaching down, using two fingers, I scoop her cum onto my fingers and then rub my cock with it. A hiss leaves my lips as I tug my pierced cock, coating myself in her. It’s possessive and she is claiming me without even realizing it.

Slapping her ass and ruining this moment completely, but someone has too, I say, “Pants up, Puppet. We have shit to handle.”

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