Page 76 of The Tangle of Awful

She sniffles, a sob moaning out of her. I release my hand to make sure it’s not too much, waiting for some verbal command to quit. Nothing. Moans and slight squeezes of her pussy around my dick.

“Feel how good it is to have me inside you?” I murmur, squeezing her bruised ass cheek. “Feel it, Love?”

She nods. Good girl. It emboldens me to fuck with less vigor and longer strokes, hitting her in the right spots inside. Her fingers grip the desk as she quietly pants. A few more thrusts and then I’m on the precipice. I grip her hips, lifting her slightly, and then aim for her G-spot. Another groan of pleasure escapes her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m sweating underneath all my clothes, but I don’t stop. I keep going until her body explodes. Shudders start from her core, quivering around my cock, and then ripple outward making all of her limbs quake. My nuts tighten and I lose it. I start to pull out and then think better of it. Grinding deeper into her, I hiss as cum jets out of me, filling her deeper than my damn son could ever go. Knowing I’m spilling cum over his attempt to claim her is a surge to my ego.

He’s a teenager. A boy.

I’m a fucking man.

And I just fucked her like one.

Once my dick stops throbbing, I pull out and watch in sick fascination as cum runs out of her like a faucet, leaking down her legs and dripping onto the floor. Seeing her used up and spent, sprawled out on my desk, is a turn-on like I’ve never known before.

“He was sweet.” Her soft voice is barely audible.

I freeze, confused by her words. “What?”

“Spencer was sweet. He made love to me.”

Turning from her, I drag my fingers through my hair and swallow down the panic. What the fuck did I just do? I snatch some tissues from a box and quickly clean off my dick.

“Fuck, Love,” I mutter, disposing of the tissues and then tucking my dick away. “Are you okay?”

She still hasn’t moved. As much as I want to admire her ass, used pussy, and the puddle of my cum on the floor, I can’t. Guilt is swelling like a tide, coming in quickly and threatening to drown me. I grab more tissue and begin cleaning up my messy girl. She’s boneless and allows me to drag her panties up her thighs. I pull her dress into place and yet she still doesn’t move.

Fuck.

I fucked her up. Us up. Everything up.

Hooking an arm under her, I lift her up and then manhandle her over to my desk chair. I pull her into my lap, curling her legs up close to me. I hold her like she’s a little girl and I’m her father. I want to fix all her pain even though I’m the one who caused it.

“Shh,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. “Let me hold you, Love. My sweet, beautiful girl.”

Then, like a dam being smashed through, she starts to cry. Soft, sad sobs. I feel like the worst asshole on the planet. I hurt her. No one to blame but me. Tears sting my own eyes, but I don’t let them actually form, choosing to blink fast and hard. I hug her tighter, whispering praise over and over again.

“I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I’m so sorry. I just lost control. I love you, Aubrey. I love you so fucking much.”

She snuggles closer, relaxing in my arms. Her crying subsides and she tilts her head up, lips finding my neck. “Love you too, Hugo. I…I’m glad it happened. Us, I mean. I always wondered…”

Guilt drags me under again.

I want to punch myself in my own face.

“It can be better,” I whisper. “I promise. That was fucked-up. Next time let me love you right. In a bed and so sweet. Just us.”

“It was good,” she rushes out. “I didn’t say I liked it any better or worse than with Spencer. It’s my emotions that are wrecked. My heart hurts.”

“Because of me?”

“Because of both of you.”

“You can’t fuck us both,” I spit out. “It has to be me and me only.”

She sits up, pinning me with her teary eyes. “I…I can’t give him up. Not now. Not after last night.”

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