Page 27 of Among the Sins of my Father

Grabbing my ankles, he flips me over, and begins the agony all over again, his mouth colliding with every inch of me, sending me to a place where I no longer know what I want. I’m consumed by him. Every part of me has been licked by burning desire.

I pant and I moan. I twist and I writhe. But Jericho doesn’t stop. He’s determined to undo me by the stroke of his tongue while never giving me what I need.

He bites into the flesh of my ass cheeks and runs his tongue along the backs of my thighs. My ass rises, desperate for him to reach between my thighs and sate my need. But instead of giving me what I wish, he sits back and clears his throat.

“Get on all fours.”

I scramble to obey. He could ask anything of me in this state and I’d willingly heed his command. I’m desperate in my want for him. It’s an ache. Something I can’t ignore. It’s controlling my movements, my thoughts. I cannot stop.

Twisting my head, I look behind. His back is pressed to the headboard of the bed. His cock is hard and thick and his fingers are wrapped around it as he strokes up and down. His eyes are fixed on where I’m open and exposed, ready for him. Heat flushes my cheeks when I think of how obvious my need for him will be.

“Touch yourself.” His voice is almost a groan.

Embarrassment washes over me. “Jericho, I can’t—”

“Touch yourself,” he commands and my hand flies between my legs, my shoulders pressing into the mattress as my ass sits high in the air. I’m so wet it’s mortifying.

“Berkley,” he breathes as I run my fingers over myself. The sensation causes a small moan to escape. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nod and bite my lip in shame.

“Don’t hide yourself. Don’t hide the way you feel. There’s no bigger turn-on than seeing you enjoy the way I make you feel, Berkley. I want to see your wetness. I want to see the way you’re swollen and ready, desperate for me.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.” My words come out as a choked plea as I twist around to look at him again.

He shakes his head. “I love seeing you desperate and begging. I love seeing how badly you want me.”

I pull my hand away and turn around to face him. His eyes fall to my breasts, flushed and red from his touch. He reaches out to flick a nipple as he strokes himself, his head falling back against the headboard as a long and low moan escapes.

Leaning forward, I lower my mouth, eager to taste him, to feel his hardness push in and out of my mouth. Jericho’s hand winds into my hair, taking control of my actions. He pushes me onto him, his hand gripping my hair as his cock hits the back of my mouth.

I gasp for breath and plant my hands on his thighs, reeling back, fighting the force of his hand wound into my hair. His eyes fill with illicit darkness when he jerks my head upwards. I fight against his grip, wanting to lower myself onto him again. He lets me lower my head, only to jerk me upwards again and crash his mouth against mine. We kiss, our tongues tangling in a battle of passion before he separates us and pushes my head down again.

He holds me lightly this time, allowing me to take pleasure in the taste and form of him. I run my tongue from base to tip before taking him in my mouth and sucking hard.

He hisses and I revel in my dominance over him. His hips jerk when I try to take more of him into my mouth, forcing his cock to hit the back of my throat once more. My entire body convulses, and I reel back again, sucking in air.

Jericho slides down the bed, lifting my hips into the air so he can position himself under me. Then he guides me onto his cock, his eyes locking with mine as he fills me. I plant my hands on his chest and begin to rock back and forth, relishing the feeling of fullness.

I ride him with wild abandon, letting my lust control my movements, ignoring his pleasure and only seeking my own. He watches with the devil reflected in his eyes. His hand wraps around my throat, his thumb playing with the line of my jaw. He squeezes ever so slightly, and I push into his grip, wanting the desperation of the need for air to set my body on fire. Jericho’s fingers crawl up over my chin and push into my mouth. He shoves them down my throat until I gag and convulse. His eyes roll back as I constrict around his cock.

He does it again and the sensation causes me to explode. I arch my back as the ripples of ecstasy rip through my body and then I collapse, my head falling to his chest, all strength leaving my limbs.

Jericho holds me tightly as his hips piston, driving himself into me until his own release gushes and we lie tangled in each other’s arms, spent and content.

chapter eleven

HOPE

Ette is the only thing that brings me any fraction of joy. But even my time with her is bittersweet.

When she smiles, I think of all the happiness I’ve missed.

When she laughs, I think of all the fun we never got to share.

And when I watch her dance, I think of all the time that’s been wasted.

I hate that part of my life was stolen. And I hate that I can’t seem to put it behind me. Every day I’m wracked with anger at the memories that live inside my head. They twist and turn like a poison, stopping me from being able to truly enjoy the freedom I now have. Every action is tainted by my life before. Every thought of the future is ruined by my past.

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