Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Winona
“Shhhh, be still, baby. Daddy just needs to keep his cock warm.” Reuben’s deep voice seeps into my dreams as his hardness enters my sore entrance with slow, steady pressure.
I flinch at the singeing reminder of his size and the intimate pain of him taking my virginity, mixed together with a primal pulsing of lust that has forever changed me.
The man I have viewed as my father for more years than the six I’ve spent under his guardianship is moving inside me, his rugged fingers adjusting my legs as his massive body tucks me into his chest.
“That’s my girl.” He pauses for a second, as I hiss on a wince when he pulls my leg over his hip, resting it on the side of his body so he can get a better angle for his effort. “Go back to sleep. It’s just a dream, like all the other dreams before.”
I’m not sure what that means. Is he so far into my head that he knows I’ve dreamed of this for years? Wondered what was wrong with me that I touched myself under the sheets at night, thinking about the man I called Daddy teaching me how to ease the ache that nothing else seemed to quell?
He forces himself deeper after I release a long breath into his chest, his thick arms cradling me tight as he pushes his thickness all the way inside.
I’m still sticky and messy from earlier. I’m not sure what time it is, but there is a peek of sun cutting through the dust in the air of his bedroom from the closed blinds.
The night went on and on after he first penetrated my feminine spaces with that impossibly large erection that never seems to lose its arousal.
He cleaned my pussy with his mouth after he tore my innocence away, just like he said he would, kissing it all better as I shook and cried.
From the pain, yes, but also from happiness.
He alternated pushing his cum back up inside me with thick, persistent fingers, then kissing, licking, and sucking my clit, sending me into another orgasm from which I wasn’t sure I would ever return.
Then it was warm washcloths and sweet words telling me how well I did. Giving me that praise I crave from him.
He’s always been that kind of juxtaposition.
I know he and my father weren’t always on the right side of the law.
I remember eavesdropping on late night conversations when they came home in the dark, drinking whiskey, gathering ice into towels from the freezer to put on their knuckles or a swollen eye.
They never frightened me. They both lit up like a sunrise whenever I would enter a room. All the hardness and violent conversation would turn to care and sincere interest in whatever childlike babble would come from my mouth.
Now it’s the same but different, as Reuben’s thickness settles inside me, staying still as his breathing evens out and his fingers brush down my hair.
I fall back asleep with him inside me, his erection as thick as my forearm, filling me as I drift back into dreamland with his steady breath warming my cheek.
“Your snug little pussy is hugging me so nice,” he rasps as I shift and try to stretch, but he’s still inside me. I’m not sure how long I… we... slept like this with his cock just owning me down there, pressed to my cervix like that.
He must have the willpower of a saint to keep from moving, not fucking me, just…being there, like he is part of me and has every right to use my body in whatever way he chooses.
“It’s still too big.” I yawn into his chest, my mouth dry as the sudden realization that what we’ve done—what we are still doing—surely can’t go on forever.
What about my mother? She will never stand for this.
Darkness seeps into the intimacy of the moment. I’m sleeping in Reuben’s bed, his arms banded around my body like I’m his possession. The thought of my mom knowing about this turns my stomach inside out.
“Reuben?” I start, but trail off, not even sure what to ask or say. There’s no playbook for what’s going on here. And who knows if this was just a momentary lapse of judgment on his part, and he’s lying here, wondering how to unravel this mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.
“Baby,” he answers, unwrapping his arms and shifting back so I’m looking up into the hard angles of his face.
I note the deeper lines around his eyes, the ruddiness of his skin, the way his eyebrows raise as he looks down at me, his cock still lodged in my pussy. “You know everything is different now.”
I nod. “I know. It’s okay. We made a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked you to look at me like I did.”
“What?” His face hardens, his cock growing inside me.
“No fucking mistakes were made, little girl. What happened was fucking perfect. I’ve needed this for too long.
Every fucking day, I’d leave for work and try to talk sense into myself about how I was feeling, but every fucking day when I came home, it would overtake me again.
I fucking need you. Yeah, I love you, but it’s so much more.
I can’t be without you. I won’t. I’m sorry, but your fate is sealed.
You bled on Daddy’s dick. Your innocent little pussy took my cum. This is us now. Forever.”
“I’m just—what about Mom? What will people say?”
His hips buck forward, and I swear his cock is pushing into my belly. I tense and gasp as his hands span my waist, turning us over so I’m on my back, his huge frame covering me.
I gush around him as his cock twitches.
“Who else in this fucking world matters? Your mom? Okay, she’s your mom.
She needs a fucking lesson on what being a mother means, but I don’t give a ripe shit about what she will think, and who else do I care about?
Huh? Tell me. Do I have friends? Do I have anyone else that I talk about in any way besides a working relationship? ”
I hold my breath, thinking, then shake my head. “No one. Dad was your only friend. You don’t talk about anyone else, except sometimes Burt. But he’s gone.”
“That’s fucking right, and you know why?” He starts moving in and out of me, and that tension balls down low again as my legs fall open, offering him everything.
“No, why?” I manage as I start to pant, clenching around him as my nipples gather tight, and he braces his form over me, slapping hard and long and deep, in and out, in and out, until I see stars.
“Because you’ve been my life. I don’t want anyone else.
I don’t want to spend a minute of my time investing in any other relationships, not even friendships, because I only have so much to give when it comes to shit like that, and I want to give it all to you.
All of me. You are my fucking family, Winona.
Always have been and always will be.” He punctuates that with a hard thrust that drives all the air from my lungs, sending lightning bolts of pain and poisonous pleasure outward from my core.
Something cracks open inside me. Emotion overflows, his lips smashing against mine as he murmurs, “Kiss Daddy. Lick my tongue like I taught you, while my cock seals us together.”
I pour everything I have into our kiss as he pummels me down low. My body aches and spasms as I brace my arms above my head, palms pressing into the headboard as he drives my head against it with every thrust.
Bang, bang, bang, it echoes in the enormous room as his tongue lashes with mine. Those lips that have talked me down from school embarrassment, read me stories, and given me sweet, innocent kisses at night when he tucked me in are not these same lips.
His breath is hot from his nose as our faces shift and the kiss becomes desperate. His rough scruff rasps and burns my skin as he presses his lips brutally against mine, his erection tearing at me, wet sounds mixing with the rush of blood through my ears when he bites into my bottom lip.
I yelp as he pulls it outward, pinched between his teeth, the pain mixing with the cacophony of other physical and emotional sensations that turn my body boneless and my brain to goo.
He lifts back up, releasing my lip, bracing his hard, thick body higher on those arms that have carried me so many times when I needed them, cocking his chin downward to look between our bodies.
“Spread wider for Daddy. I want to see your filthy little hole taking me in and out.”
I comply without question. What he wants, I need to give him. I lift my hips and press my knees as wide as my body will allow.
He pulls out, the bulbous head just inside my opening.
“Look with me. See what you do to me. Watch me move inside you, baby. You need to see what you caused. You’re responsible for this, but I’m responsible for you. From now on, you take care of my cock, and I take care of everything else.”
He moves, slow at first, then bucking faster, faster, his face turning into a crimson knot of pain and lust as he drops onto me, his weight pinning me as he thrusts, faster.
“Open your legs for Daddy.” The words grind out from his lips next to my ear in hot puffs. “You’re making me cum inside you, little girl. You did this. You did this—”
The shame of his words sends me over the edge with him. Is it my fault? Did I make him do these things to me?
Do I care?
My insides convulse and tug him deeper as his lips suck out my scream.
The first hot pulse of his release sends my orgasm screaming out of me.
He coats me inside, and I squirt and squirm as he holds me down, using my body for his pleasure as his tongue invades my mouth, his hands reaching upward to pin my wrists.
I’m helpless under this massive man, taking what he wants as pleasure takes me into the darkness.
His voice seeps into the blackness as our bodies surge and meld together.
“This is all mine. My breeding hole. My daughter leaking my cum into her panties. No man will ever touch you but me. I’ll make all your dreams come true, baby, but if you break the rules again, understand this: I will not hesitate to correct you.
You are mine to raise, and just because you made me fuck you finally, my job will never be done.
I only want what’s best for you, baby. Always have. ”