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“You’re fucking soaked,” I told her in a growl. “Is this what you fucking wanted, baby? Is this what you needed the whole fucking time? You wanted me to rough you up like I used to?”
“Yes,” she begged. “Yes, please, I want that.”
She looked up at me with big, wide eyes. Her makeup was running all over her face and her bottom lip was trembling, her chest heaving. I’d never been more turned on. I was going to burst if I didn’t put my dick inside her right then and there.
I unzipped and pulled out my cock, and she started giggling like crazy. I twisted her arms and pulled her hair roughly while I thrust my cock inside her ass, dry. She started crying really bad, and it felt like music to my ears when she begged for more.
“Good little girl,” I told her, holding her face an inch above the water. “Come for me and it’ll stop hurting. Come for me and it’ll make you whole again, pretty girl.”
I knew she couldn’t. I knew how badly it must have hurt. But she was gasping in moments, long, heaving breaths and little sobs as I fucked her ass, her hair dipping into the water below her.
“Felix, please,” she begged.
“Please what?” I asked. I thrust a little harder just to hurt her, but it had the opposite effect. She was about to fucking come from having my cock inside her, raw and dry as fuck. “Don’t you dare fucking come.”
She moaned and laughed at the same time, a vicious little bitch.
“Stop fucking me then,” she gasped, and I pushed her into the water again. Her hips bucked against mine and her pussy dripped all over my fucking balls. I pulled her out in time to hear her scream my name.
“Stop fucking coming,” I groaned, my cock throbbing so much I felt like I’d blow my load twice. “Stop it or I’ll stop fucking you.”
“You won’t,” she giggled. Her hands went behind her back and she spread her ass wide for me. “You fucking won’t, Felix, you can’t.”
I groaned and held her still, pulled out of her ass and jacked off into the hole she was holding open for me. It made her cry and beg for more.
I watched my jizz disappear into her asshole and felt like I was about to pass the fuck out. She was trying to catch her breath, her whole body shivering, when she started to giggle.
I pulled her into my arms and held her the fuck still.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I whispered in her ear and she cuddled closer. Her ass leaked cum all over my lap. “You know that, Sapph? You’re fucking insane.”
“You like it,” she whispered against my mouth, and bit my bottom lip. “You fucking love it, Felix.”
“Why didn’t you want me to touch you?” I wanted to know. I fully expected it to be because of him. Because of King.
She smiled and kissed my mouth, then leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“Cause the doctor said you aren’t supposed to fuck my pussy Felix, and I knew you would.”
“Why not?” I stroked her wet hair and she leant against my touch, sucking my thumb into her mouth. I watched her do it, groaning when she let it out with a pop.
“It’s not good for the baby,” she smiled. “Surprise, my sweet F.”EpilogueFive years later
He tugged on my hand, trying to make me walk with him. I smiled at my little boy, loving that he knew the way by heart.
We’d visited the grave every week for his entire life, and he was used to spending Sundays this way. Visit the grave first, then lunch in a local place with our extended family.
“Reagan, wait up,” I told him, trying to catch up. He was racing along, his little legs carrying him so fast I could barely keep up.
I finally reached him and he laughed when I pulled him into my arms. He was such a sweet little kid, bright eyes and a flop of dark hair that was getting much too long, falling into his eyes and reminding me of his daddy.
When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to know whose the child was. I knew there was a possibility it was Felix’s, but I had a feeling, from the very start, that it was King’s. And the moment I gave birth and saw my child’s face, I knew who the father was.
We’d been open about it with Reagan all along. We explained the origin of his name just a few weeks ago.
“Someone said it was a girl’s name,” he said once, when he came home from the kindergarten.
Some kids had been picking on him, and I almost giggled when I saw how upset Felix was getting. I’d had to tell him he couldn’t just beat up a five-year-old for his son.
