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“I need you ready for me,” he tells me. He moves slowly, gently, as if he’s making love to me. With the smooth handle of my favorite weapon inches it into me, deeper, and deeper. “Tell me, Molls,” he says as he continues fucking my pussy deep. “How much do you love me?”
“Loads, Daddy,” I whimper, my clit thrumming with pleasure rocketing through me as I try to focus on something—anything. “What’s real, Daddy?” I question, pointing at the purple trees in the cemetery. “Nothing is real anymore.”
“Look at me, baby girl,” Pike commands. His voice turns deep and commanding when he wants my attention. My eyes meet his, yearning is blazing between us. He pulls the knife from my wet cunt and pushes the handle into his mouth once more. I watch with a smile as he licks all of my arousal off the handle. “So good,” he tells me.
I move quickly, straddling him. “My father is probably watching us from hell right now,” I tell him. “He’s probably got a hard on from seeing me get fucked like that.” The sadness in my voice speaks volumes.
“Tell me you love me, Sweet Molls.”
“Molly loves Pike. Molly loves Daddy. She’ll always want him beside her, especially when she’s happy. Soaked in blood, soaked in cum, that’s when Daddy spanks her bum. I love my Daddy, he’s my love, and if any bitch comes near him, I’ll cut her open and bathe in her blood.”
“You’re perfect, sweet girl,” he tells me, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes begin to shimmer, looking like stars as the high hits me hard. I pull the smoke from between his lips and put it between mine. I suck in a lungful of air. My lungs protest, but I hold it in, my hips rocking against Pike as bliss trickles through my veins.
The evening air is warm, the blood racing through my veins tingles and my clit is needy for his touch, or his cock. Something. Anything.
“Daddy,” I say, looking at him once more. “Touch me. Make me feel good right here so he can see, so they can both see.” I roll my hips again, pouting at him. I know how to make Pike do anything I want.
“Jesus, Molls,” Pike grunts when the bulge in his jeans comes into contact with my pantiless core. “You’re ready to fuck right here? On their graves?” I nod quickly, my fingers moving to his belt, undoing it with a loud clunk. His zipper hisses in the darkness and I free Daddy’s donkey dick. With a smile, I flick the piercing, eliciting a growl from his lips.
Lifting myself, I position my pussy at the tip of his cock and gently impale myself on the thickness. I can’t help whimpering as he spears me open, spreading my smooth lips. Inch by inch, I feel full as Pike and I connect on the basest level two people can be.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he grunts when he’s fully seated inside of me. “My sweet Molly’s pussy is so tight.”
His words make me smile. I want a tattoo on my mound of his name. The thought comes to me quickly and I push it into my filed for later memories. Pike grips my hips, moving me back and forth. I hold onto the cold concrete of my father’s grave as I ride my Daddy into euphoria.
The Memory
Molly
I’ve loved Pike for a long time.
I remember when I first saw him sitting on the gravel, smashing stones together, attempting to kill something. It was the first time I heard him laugh. For a young boy, it was husky, almost dangerous. I realized that even though it shouldn’t have, the tingle that raced through me would later become so much more.
The next time I laid my eyes on him, I had fallen and scraped my knee at the age of seven and I looked up into those big blue eyes. He sauntered up to me and said I was strong and shouldn’t cry. Even though he’s younger than me, not by much, he has taken on the role that I’ve needed for far too long. The thing about it is, he doesn’t know what truly happened in the house I called home.
With Tobias gone, there’s only one other man that can hurt me if he ever finds me. But, with my strength, and with Pike looking after me, I know my father will not come near me. Thing is, if he really wanted to, he could break me and Pike up and that scares me.
He told me blood was beautiful. I remember the first time I drenched my hands in the crimson liquid that soon became my addiction. Beside Pike, I stood and watched as the girl gasped her last breath.
When anger consumes me, I don’t know what rational thought is. I recall that moment with vivid clarity. The day I finally stilled the demons in my head.
