Page 64 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

Bounding down the stairs to the dining room, the gingerbread smell gets stronger.

Once I make it around the corner and enter, my eyes land on a beautiful, black woman sitting so close to my father, she may as well be sitting in his lap. They don’t notice me at first, and that gives me a chance to take all of her in.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Beautiful, caramel skin, long, silky, black hair that flows down her back, beckoning me to grab a fistful of it, and wrap around my hand as I pound into her pussy.

I don’t know where these thoughts are coming from, but I’m getting hard just thinking about them.

The way she throws her head back in laughter at something my father said, gives me a great view of her long, glorious neck that I can envision my hand snaking around, commanding her to submit to me.

I also get a view of her tits. Round, supple, and threatening to spill over her dress with one wrong move. They are absolutely perfect in every way… Just like her.

She must feel me staring, because she turns her attention away from my father and looks at me. Her stare drills a hole into my soul and if she looks long enough, she will see I no longer have one.

Those beautiful gray eyes, watching me so close have me thinking I’ve seen them before.

“Ah, I see you finally decided to join us.” My father says with so much distaste, you would think he ate something he didn’t like. Nope, it’s all me.

“Did I have any other choice?” I say as I step farther inside. I see him making an effort to get up, but I hold up my hand. “No need to get up, I don’t want or need to shake your hand.”

“You don’t have to be so rude.” She speaks up, and I swear her voice is the sound of a Siren’s call, beckoning me in, but no matter how bad I want to fall, I will not. She is the enemy here, not me.“Thanks for your two cents, but I don’t need that either.” I say, taking a seat directly across from my father. “Let’s get this over with, I have better things to be doing.”

“What you need to be doing is getting ready for classes. Did you know that Athens here will be teaching at the university, at the start of the new semester?”

“And why would I know that, Father? Her business is not mine which means I could care less.” I growl.

“I won’t sit here and let you insult me, you little prick, Bash, I’ll be in our room.” She announces, getting up from her chair, and I catch a glimpse of her legs.

Long, toned, and begging to be wrapped around my waist and that ass. My God, I want to reach out and feel how soft it is in my hands.

Just when she’s about to walk off, my father stops her.

“Now, darling, don’t leave because he’s being a little asshole. I had the cooks prepare one of your favorite meals.” He beams at her, and it makes me want to fucking gag.

“Really?”

“Of course. After all, this dinner is for you. This was supposed to be a celebration of you and my son finally meeting as adults, but since he has made it clear he no longer cares about you being here, it’s all for you.” At the mention of his words, I see her cheeks flame red as she looks over in my direction.

I can’t help but think how I wish I was the reason her cheeks were turning that deep shade of red. No, not from some cheesy shit I told her.

Oh, no, if her cheeks are painted red by me, it will be because I squeezed them too hard as I fucked her mouth or from love slaps I delivered.

She offers me a smile, and I bare my teeth at her. I shouldn’t be feeling shit towards mommy dearest, but I can’t help the reaction my dick has as her intense stare burns a hole into my chest.

A few moments pass before she turns away from me, causing a smirk to grace my lips.

“So, Father, what’s her favorite meal? How do you know I want to eat whatever it is?”

“If you must know, it’s fried shrimp with chicken alfredo and rye bread.”

“Oh, Bash, you remembered.” She coos, leaning over to give him a kiss.

“How fucking old are you? You’re young enough to be my fucking sister, and Dad, you’re in your fifties! What the fuck can you both see in each other?” I yell as my father’s hand comes crashing down on the table.

“Now, Wyck! You listen, and you listen well, boy! I will not tolerate this behavior from you any longer. It’s downright disrespectful, rude, and I will not stand for it!” He yells as the staff comes in and begins setting out the food. “We will have a civilized dinner if it’s the last thing we do. Do I make myself fucking clear, son?”

“Crystal.” I smirk in their direction. “Once the desert is done, so are we.” I bark, leaning back in my chair, with my arms folded across my chest.

“I’m thirty years old.” She whispers so low I almost miss it.

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