Silas didn’t spare her a second glance. He simply rolled his hips, forcing a moan from my lips. My head tipped back as he filled me—slow and deep.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said, voice low and cruel, “I need to come in this tight virgin arse. Get out of my house.”
“Everly, please. I—come with me,” she said. “I’m still your mother.”
I laughed, but it was hollow. Just like she’d made me for years.
“Don’t worry, Mother,” I sneered, turning my head enough for her to see the satisfaction on my face. “You’ll have a grandchild in nine months.”
Silas laughed behind me, the sound low and brutal, his chest vibrating against my back.
“Your daughter had a nice virgin cunt, bled all over my bed. Young, fertile, and she’s all mine.”
“If you don’t mind, mother, we need to finish—unless you want to stay and watch,” I added.
Silas got the message. He wrapped his forearm around my neck and started to fuck me with savage thrusts. My breasts bounced with every slap of his hips.
His hand slipped between my legs.
“Yes,” I moaned as his fingers circled my clit.
The door slammed, but neither of us paid attention to the screaming threats and swearing outside.
“Goddamn, Everly,” he rasped, pushing me face down onto the bed.
He covered my body and began to jackhammer inside me. His movements were so violent that he dragged my knees along the bed.
I closed my eyes as my empty pussy began to clench. The tension peaked, and I cried into the bed.
“Yeah, baby, come on my dick,” he groaned. “Take my jizz up your arsehole.”
Pleasure exploded as I came hard and fast. I felt something soak my thighs. My body trembled.
“Fucking. Tight. Arsehole,” he rasped, thrusting harder with each word until I felt his cock jerk.
Silas poured himself into me. His cock swelling even as I gripped him in my ass. I sagged on the bed, gasping for air.
“Fuck,” Silas panted. “You squirted all over us.”
“Good thing you put a towel down,” I rasped.
Not only was I satiated—but my mother was cast out.
Silas kissed my cheek.
“Seriously though… Daddy?”
I giggled into the pillow. “It was for dramatic effect.”
He chuckled low in his throat, then paused. “I kind of liked it.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke again.
“Are you okay?”
I turned my head, resting my cheek against the bed. The question hung there, unhurried. The truth about my mother was finally out. It gave me permission to stop grieving the idea of her. To let go of the hurt I’d carried so long, I forgot what it felt like without it.
“I feel lighter,” I said softly. “I really needed this. Thank you.”
