Father's Keeper by Parker Ford (manga ebook reader txt) 📕

“Yes, do. Do all of that,” I said,pushing the image of Gil’s fingers on my skin out, out, out of my head. Forsome reason I felt I needed to scrub that bit of memory from my mind.

“Give me that orgasm, then,” Carl saidand bit my clit just hard enough to make little white dots explode in myvision. My fingers clutched at the sharp edge of the bookshelf my knees shakingwith my release. “Good girl,” Carl said and grabbed my arm. He tugged me downand I dropped to my knees in the hallway.

Gil was out of the house. I was prettysure of it. God, I hoped so, and yet a small part of me wondered if it wastrue. Did some part of me want Gil to know that Carl was taking me, fucking me,having me under his roof. In his home. His little girl. I shook my head. Beingback in Pleasant Parks was fucking with my head. I helped Carl take my robe offand he tossed it in the corner where it landed on a big steamer trunk thatMarian had found at an auction years before.

“Turn around, Jen. Show me that ass.”

I turned for him and he palmed mybottom in his warm hands. He pushed the head of his cock to my pussy and thrustso hard my forehead kissed the bookshelf and I grunted. “I like to fuck youfrom behind, you know?” Carl said almost conversationally. His hand skitteredup and down my spine and then stroked my sides, my flank, my ass like he waspetting me.

“I know, Carl.”

“I like to see your ass shake and yourhair sliding over your back. I like the little ladder of your spine and yourshoulders. Your shoulders turn me on to no fucking end, Jen,” he confessed.

I rested my head to the shelf andsighed, pleasure flooding my lower half. Filling my pussy, my womb, my belly. Ishivered in the warm air because I could feel his gaze on me and it made mefeel odd. Almost high. Definitely powerful. “I know,” I said, because I did.He’d told me that before.

Carl gripped my hips in his freckledhands and rocked against me. Lulling me into a peaceful state of euphoria. Thesounds of him fucking me filled my ears and when the thought of Gil’s hand onmy skin turned my face too warm and my stomach too tingly, I focused on the wetnoises of your union.

Carl’s fingers found me and he twirledlight circles around my clit until I bit my lip and swallowed my cries butoffered him a sweet orgasm for his efforts. “That’s my girl,” he said.

When he pulled free I grew still,knowing this was not the end, sensing where he was going. I heard the lube andthe air in my lungs seemed to swell so that it was too big to hold. I blew outa breath and said, “Carl--”

“Shh. You seem distracted and thisusually sharpens you up,” he said.

Every time I fought it tooth and nail.Usually I lost the battle, but I won the war. I only won, though, because inthe end I got off on it. I got off on the protest and the taking, the spark ofpain and the taboo pleasure. The way it tipped Carl over the edge from easy going,hardworking man to animalistic and aggressive and primal.

“Carl, no, not today. I--”

“Shh, now. You’ know how this willgo,” he said, knowing me so very well that he slipped two lubed fingers into myass right off the bat. None of that preamble of one at a time. Jen would beready--hot, horny, willing. She’d balk and she’d bitch but she wanted it deep,deep down. And it was true. His fingers slipped into me easily and my eyesdrifted shut, my breath caught.

“Don’t, Carl,” I said, but I didn’tbelieve me and neither did he. “Don’t,” I whispered as he ran the fat head ofhis dick to my ass and pushed just enough so that the flare of pain lit up thedarkness behind my eyelids. But he knew me well and he paused so my body couldrelax. Then Carl pushed and the head of him slipped past my unwilling entranceand he stilled, his cock in my ass, his hands on my back.

“Breathe, Jenny, girl.”

“Don’t call Jenny,” I reminded him,but there was no real venom in my voice. I didn’t think, I simply moved backagainst him. Taking his cock deep into me, my fingers finding the swollen nubof my clit and rubbing. Carl groaned.

“There she is. My ass girl.” Hislaughter was deep and good natured. When I moved back faster to take him in,his laughter died and a growl grew in its place. He was now a little less humanthan the moment before. And that was why I loved it when he took my ass. Thetransition between man and beast. Lover and conqueror. Friend and owner. Whenhe fucked me this way, I was his. We both knew it.

His fingers gripped me a bit too hardand my body responded at the roughness with a shiver of pleasure. “You’recoming with me, Jen.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded anyhow.

Carl slammed himself against me hard,gripping me tight, holding me still. My inability to move, the act itself, itall blended together to slam me backwards into an orgasm the moment he growled JesusChrist under his breath.

I shuddered under his moving bulk asCarl came hard--draped over me, his chest pressed to my back, my fingers stillmoving lazy circles over my sex. “See what you do to me?” he said, kissing theback of my ear and I could only smile.

“Take a shower,” I said with mockdisgust and he snorted laughter.

The shower cut on and I hopped in withhim for long enough to wash my body down and give him a long, lingering kiss.“Could I persuade you to make me some food?” he asked, stroking my backsidewith gentle fingers. Now that he’d had his way he’d treat me like gold for therest of the night. Not something I could complain about given the fact that Igot off