Chapter 6
6
Nick
W hat the fuck?
I knew Kristie was a slut, but I had no idea that her depravity was on-going and continuous.
As far as I know, she’s been in Las Vegas for two years without coming home.
But now that she’s back in Texas, it’s business as usual .
.. with my dad.
I curse out loud because the image of Kristie kissing Steve is burned in my frontal cortex.
The beautiful blonde with her fucked-out look, her blonde hair in messy waves down her back.
Her big bust trembled, and she was unsteady on her feet, probably because I’d pummeled her so hard after our encounter in the women’s lounge.
Hell, I could even see a slick of my semen on her thighs.
Yes, I pumped so much into the gorgeous girl that she was literally dripping my man milk.
Yet the moment she saw Steve, our encounter was forgotten.
She practically danced into my dad’s arms, taking the bouquet from his hands, and of course, they kissed like long-lost lovers.
My father had his tongue halfway down her throat, and Kristie moaned ravenously, pressing those big tits against his hard chest.
But those big tits are MINE !
the voice in my head screams in fury.
That cunt is MINE! That woman is mine, mine, mine .
The chant forms an unrelenting cacophony in my head as I hurtle down the highway.
Seriously, what the fuck was she doing?
I let out a scream in the privacy of my vehicle, unable to contain my rage, and suddenly, it happens.
I don’t really see it but there’s a semi on the freeway and FUCK!
My last thought is of the gorgeous girl.
Kristie , my mind cries.
Please forgive me. I love you.
Thank you. Please, please . ..