Legacy
LEGACY
"Is that the real reason why you left me, Bless?" I couldn’t look at her as I asked, “Did you leave me because you knew Riley could possibly be another man’s child?”
Her weighted breath drew my eyes to hers.
She shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears. "No. I left because you had gotten so deep into your addiction that you were making mistakes that were life-threatening for me and the kids. I had to protect us."
Scoffing, I shook my head. "I don't buy that. I started getting clean, and you still kept the kids away from me. Eden treats me like a stranger because of that. Do you know how that feels, to be rejected by your own son?"
She looked at me with pain in her eyes. "I had to separate myself to protect us, . I admit that it was easier to keep my secret when I didn’t have to face you so frequently. But even while you were getting clean, the wounds were still there. Just because you were getting clean the past wasn’t erased. I was still scared of you disappearing for days, lying, manipulating me into thinking you were clean when you weren’t, the stress of it all. I was pregnant and I couldn't risk it."
Ebony interjected gently, ", can you see why Bless felt she had no choice? And Bless, can you see how feels about being kept away from his children?"
I took a deep breath, trying to soothe my bitterness. "I get that you were scared, but I was trying, Bless. I was doing everything to get clean for you and the kids. Keeping them from me only made things harder."
She sighed as she wiped away a tear. "I know you were trying, but the damage was done. I had to put the kids first. I couldn't let them see any more than I already had."
"But I’m their father! I deserved a chance to make it right," I snapped.
Ebony stepped in again. ", it’s clear you were hurt by being kept from your children. And Bless, it’s clear you felt you had to protect them. Trust was broken on both sides. It’s going to take time to heal those wounds."
"I just wish you had trusted me enough to let me in, to be a part of their lives while I was getting better,” I told Bless.
She nodded as her tears flowed freely. "I wanted to, . I really did. But I was scared. Scared of losing everything, scared of what might happen.”
“I still feel the pain of not seeing my kids like it was yesterday. No matter how bad my addiction got, I had always been a good father, and you took that from me. I was always there for our kids even when I was at my lowest. You know that."
", I thought I was protecting them and myself. I couldn't let them see you like that anymore and I couldn't risk them getting hurt."
"I would never hurt them," I gritted. "You know that. You kept them away from me, made me feel like I wasn't wanted, like I didn't matter."
"It wasn't about you not mattering," she argued with a trembling voice. "It was about keeping us safe. You were spiraling out of control, and I was scared, . I was scared for all of us."
I shook my head, feeling the accumulated stress of the past years pressing down on me. "I missed so much. I couldn’t even be there when Riley was born. You made me miss all of it."
Ebony interjected gently, "Bless, can you understand why feels so deeply hurt by this?"
Bless wiped her tears, nodding slowly. "Of course, I understand. I know I hurt him, and I'm sorry. But I did what I thought was best at the time."
"I just wanted to be there for them, for you. But it felt like you didn't believe in me even when I started to get clean."
Since the session was nearing its end, I started to check out mentally. My rage was taking over, and I couldn't focus. Soon, Ebony ended the session, suggesting we schedule another one soon. I ended the video chat and leaned back on the couch, arms outstretched across the back of it, my head tilted back with my eyes on the ceiling. The room was completely silent except for the sound of Bless' sniffles.
"I'm sorry," her voice cracked.
The sadness in her cries tore at me, but I was too angry to look at her.
“Look at me, . Please .” She leaned over into my lap, trying to get my attention. Her arms wrapped around me as she crawled onto my lap, her fingers intertwining in my beard as she pulled my head down to make me look at her.
"I'm so sorry, ," she whispered as her eyes searched mine.
I had nothing to say. The anger and hurt were too overwhelming. But her desperation, the way she clung to me, it chipped away at my resolve.
"I'm sorry.” Her voice was a mere whisper against my lips. The saltiness of her tears mixed with our kiss, tasting as bitter as the pain and love tangled between us.
As the kiss deepened, our breaths became heavier. We began to pant into our dance of our twirling tongues. Hungrily, she clawed at the waistband of my basketball shorts. Her lips never left mine until she lifted her body from my lap, taking my shorts down with her onto the floor.
My dick sprang out, and I was pissed it was being defiant. I didn’t want her to know that no matter how angry I could get with her, no matter how hurt I was, I still longed for her. But my dick told on me, hard, pointing straight at the ceiling dripping pre-cum.
She knelt between my legs. Her hands stroked it slowly as she looked up at me with those penetrating eyes that danced with desire. She maintained eye contact with me as her tongue slipped out. Then her eyes slowly pulled away as her head tilted while she licked my shaft from the base all the way up to the tip. Then my dick disappeared down her throat. The heat of her mouth engulfed me. Her tongue bathed my dick as she took me deep into her mouth.
I gripped her hair into my hands. Pulling it, I started to fuck her face, taking my anger out on her throat. She gagged, lubricating my dick with her throat slime. My desire built as I worked my dick in and out of her throat. I wanted her to suck my cum, to drink my release, but I wasn’t through taking out my anger on her.
I let her hair go, taking my dick out of her mouth. She gasped for air, tears streaming down her face.
“Stand up.”
As she stood, so did I. I spun around so suddenly that she nearly tripped. She caught herself on the couch and knelt on it. I lifted her dress around her waist. My dick jumped as her ass fell out, bouncing as she arched her back for me.
I growled as I entered the pussy, hating how good it felt, how her insides felt like home, like this was the only place I should ever be.