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“I know, baby, Daddy’s gonna take away that big ache you have between your legs. You feel it, don’t you? That ache?” I breathe out, the sultry, naughty words lengthening my spine, making my cock grow impossibly harder inside of her.
She nods, and she whimpers, and I would burn the entire world down to be able to hear that sexy whimper whenever I wanted to. I’d pay with my soul to bottle her whimper and pour it down my throat whenever I needed a hit of her.
“Your body is aching for Daddy’s cum, that’s what you’re feeling sweetheart.” My balls tighten as my own words shove me nearer to the edge, to the brink of white-hot eruption. “You want Daddy to make you a mommy; you need Daddy to breed your little cunt, put a baby in your belly, then you’ll feel all better, baby. Trust Daddy.”
She nods, whining, whimpering, writhing, begging for my cum now. “Yes, Daddy, please, please give me your cum. Make me your girl, Daddy, I wanna have your baby, please.”
The bed squeaks, and I glance down at our entwined legs, my many inches encroaching on her from behind, and spot her toes curling. Her cries echo in the room, the sound of mycock driving into her and my groin slapping her ass, severing my ability to hold off.
“Your little pussy is making Daddy come,” I warn her, though as she spasms around me, coming hard, whining and moaning unintelligible nonsense, I can’t quite make it. “Fuck!” I groan as my release detonates, my cock pulsing and throbbing inside of her. She melts against me, coaxing me for more as her body absorbs everything I give her.
“More, Daddy. Please, I need more. Give me enough for a baby, Daddy.Please.”
When I’ve grown soft and slipped out of her, Briar flips around in our bed, ducking beneath the covers, slipping me into her mouth.
I stroke my fingers through her hair, and peer down beneath the blankets at the sight of her cleaning up my cock, streaked with our cum.
“Clean Daddy up good, alright?” I whisper down to her, nearly getting hard again at the sight of her. She licks up my shaft, sucking my balls into her mouth one at a time, lapping at my slit, tracing my crown with the tip of her tongue.
I watch her, chest full of adoration and love. She’s been letting me take her cunt bare, ride her without protection, fill her up without concern. She thinks her pill has been keeping her safe.
Reaching down, I slip my hands beneath her arms and pull her up to rest next to me, kissing the wetness from her swollen lips. She smiles at me, so gorgeous and innocent in her white tank, tiny on the huge bed next to me.
The nagging feeling that I’ve taken my revenge too far, that I’m going to lose her—it crashes into me, roping and stealing the breath from my lungs. I can’t come clean right now. Instead, I stroke my hand down her cheek, and think of what Leah said.
“You know, months ago, when we were talking onVeiled, I told you a little bit about my ex-wife,” I say slowly, speaking past the nerves.
Briar pulls herself up on the pillow, propping her head up on an elbow. “A little. We mostly just talked about how she was surprised when you shared your needs with her, that she claimed you… what? Baited and switched? Then she just couldn’t get into it.”
I nod, tucking flaxen strands of hair behind Briar’s ear as the sun outside melts to something more mellow. “She promised she’d try to understand it. And honestly, Briar, if she didn’t understand it, I could understand that. I was willing, like I said, to walk away from that side of myself forever, potentially.”
She licks her lips, mindlessly playing with my hands, trapped between us beneath the covers. I love when her knuckles graze my belly unintentionally. “You never told me what happened, I mean, not in any detail.”
I nod, and find myself kissing Briar, needing a moment of swallowing her sweet noises, soaking in her gentle touches, and her approval of me. She smiles when she peers up at me, not asking why I stopped my story to kiss her, or why kissing her makes me so happy.
“It wasn’t just that she didn’t… she couldn’t understand what I needed. That would’ve been hard, but okay, ultimately.” I smile down at her, and tell the story I’ve only told one other time. “I came home from work early one night, brought roses, just wanted to tell her thank you for even listening, and considering, you know? Turns out, she got home early, too. She had some of her girlfriends over. They’d been drinking. She didn’t know I was home. And… I overheard her calling it gross. Calling me gross. Accusing me of being secretly incestuous—” I stop there, because Briar’s mouth is on mine, her hands smoothing down my face, thumbs playing at my lips, words of adoration pouring from her lips to my heart.
“You’re perfect. We’re perfect,” she assures softly. “She just didn’t get it.”
I nod my head. “I know. I know she didn’t. But the betrayal of hearing her pour those innermost thoughts out in front of strangers… I mean, they were her best friends, sure, but it was my thing. My big secret. And she just… gave it to them, and then hurt me with it. It was… denigrating and devaluing and… it was the ultimate pain.”
She sits up, crossing her legs, still playing with my hands. Bringing them to her lips, she kisses my palms, under and on top, and kisses my knuckles, too, before pressing them to her cheek. “That’s cruel, and small-minded, and I’m sorry that happened to you.”
I swallow thickly against the sudden rock of nerves and fear in my chest. “I told myself when that happened that I would never be lied to again. I’d never be someone’s joke. So when I realized your deceptions, it hurt. It made me question myself. Do you know what I mean?”
She nods her understanding, but I continue. “It’s why when I found out that you’d lied about who you were, well, it hurt.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” she whines, sadness making her pupils wide and dark. “I’ll spend forever apologizing if you let me, West.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to punish you forever. I know why you made the choices you made.” My heart rate skyrockets as the admission fills my mouth, the vile words loaded on my tongue, bumping painfully against the roof of my mouth. They don’t belong, they don’t fit, and I want to purge them from me, to shove them in the space between us so we can start the process of acceptance and forgiveness.
This isn’t like her lie, though.
“You can punish me, though,” she says, suggestively dancing her brows.
I mirror her position, sitting up in bed. Our knees press together. “I wanted to punish you, though, Briar. I don’t now, because time has eased the pain and… I believe what you’ve told me. I don’t think you meant to hurt me or deceive me.”
She lets me speak, and I don’t know if it’s because she senses something heavy coming or not, but her lips form a thin line, and her blues settle on me. But I don’t get the chance.
