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“Me too. I could really get my dick sucked.”
“I feel a little sick from all the food I had,” I lie.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock, Rachel.”
“I…” I’m running out of excuses. My next words are barely audible. “Don’t want to.”
His eyes snap to me, and I realize how big of a mistake those words were.
“I mean—”
I’m cut off by his hand in my hair. He grabs me and pushes me to the floor in one move before dragging me between his legs.
“Stop!” My cry of pain doesn’t faze him one bit.
“It’s because she’s back, isn’t it?!” he barks. My lack of answer earns me a slap to the face. “Answer me! You’re still a fucking dyke for the bitch!”
“No.” I shake my head as tears come to my eyes. “I’m just tired, please…”
My stomach twists with disgust when he grabs his dick out of his trousers. “Open.”
I shake my head again, rearing back and trying to untangle his hand from my hair.
“Stop,” I keen. The tears are falling, but he doesn’t care.
He pushes my head down with one hand as the other holds his dick to my mouth. It pushes against my lips, wet from the tears. I keep my mouth closed, but the grip tightens, growing more painful, and he pulls on my hair harder.
“Open, Rachel, before I dislocate your jaw.”
I open my mouth, taking the deep breath I was holding, and he pushes in. My whimper is choked by his half-limp dick pushing as deep as he can. I retch against him and he pulls out, pulling me away from him at the same time.
“You’re fucking disgusting!” he shouts. He shoves me hard enough that I hit the seats opposite his.
I take in a ragged breath, trembling and trying to stop the tears. I can’t stop shaking because I know what comes after I can’t perform. I know what sexual frustration brings out of him. “Please, Conor,” I beg, putting my hands in front of me.
“You wanna know your problem, Rachel? Why we can’t give your parents the kid they fucking want?” He doesn’t even get up from his seat. The kick to my already painful ribs comes harshly and swiftly.
A second and third kick follow.
I grunt in pain as I curl in on myself. “Please…stop,” I suffocate in pain.
“Your problem is you’re a fucking lesbo who is in love with a girl who played her for years before disappearing. And now that she’s back, you think she’s gonna take boring, plain Rachel back, don’t you?” He cackles loudly. “You’re so fucking pathetic.”
He kicks me again and I can’t even beg him to stop anymore. Every time I open my mouth, a cry of pain is accompanied by spit. My words are a string of gargles I can’t make sense of.
He lowers himself above me and grabs my hair again, dragging my face to his. “You’re gonna give me that kid whether you want it or not, you got that? I want your daddy’s company, and he wants that grandchild. All you have to do is get fucked. Can’t you even do that?!”
He presses my cheek to the floor. I don’t even resist anymore. It’ll be over soon.
“When we get home, you’re gonna have a shower and spread your legs.” I squeeze my eyes shut.
It’ll be over soon. It’ll be over soon.
“You hear me?!” he shouts as he presses harder on my head.
“Y-yes,” I sniffle.
He finally lets go. He zips up his pants and taps the seat next to his. “Get off the floor. You look fucking ridiculous.”
