“I understand,” I say, looking down at the floor.
“Good,” he says before kissing me. Oh God, his lips on me feel amazing. Before I know it, my dress is pooling at my feet and my bra and panties are gone too. I step out of my heels and shiver as his gaze roams over my body. Suddenly, he reaches out and traces his long, lean fingers over my appendectomy scar. That and the tiny muffin top is all that’s changed about my body over the years. I never thought about the scar. No one has ever seen it but me and my doctor. “Lissi,” he murmurs before running his hand down to my pussy. Roughly, he checks my wetness, my cheeks blush at how much there is, and then pulls his hand away. Stripping, he’s suddenly before me naked.
“Fuck,” I breathe. He’s no longer the boy I once knew. He’s all man. All muscles. He grins before pulling me to him. He turns me so that I am no longer facing him. He bends me over the back of the couch, and I realize I’ve never done this not facing him. He slams inside of me from behind.
“You been sharing this pussy with anyone else?” he demands as he fucks me. I don’t say anything. I can’t. His thrusts make it hard to speak. I can barely moan it feels so fucking good. This connection. Him. It’s too much. I start to cry, I can’t help it. “Answer me,” he says stopping his movement.
“No. God no. Of course not,” I scream at him.
“How can I be sure of that? You left me,” he says resuming his thrusting into me. He’s right though and yet he’s wrong too. Still, I cry. I don’t think he can tell since he can’t see me. This feels wrong, but I’ll never stop him. He’s gripping my hips hard.
“I promise you, T. I promise.” Without warning, I come like I’ve never come before. His cock gets impossibly bigger and his balls tighten. He fills me and pulls out of me so suddenly I almost fall, but he catches me.
“Tell me what happened,” he demands. “It won’t matter, I just have to know.” Turning around, I stare at the man in front of me. His face is hard. It’s as though being inside of me meant nothing. I want to ask him the same question he asked me, but I know I have no right. A man like him deserves to be loved, even if it’s not by me. I take a deep breath.
“My father happened. He found the pregnancy test in the outside trash bin. To this day, I don’t know how he found it since it was under so much stuff. He had to be going through the trash for something. He knew it wasn’t my mother’s, so when he confronted me, I didn’t deny it. I foolishly thought he’d make us get married or something. Instead, he beat me so hard, my face was black and blue for weeks after. He was insane. I’d never seen him like that. He kicked, screamed. He said awful, vile things that I won’t ever repeat. He confronted me when my mom was at the grocery store. I never got to say goodbye to her either. That day, he sent me to my aunt's culty compound in Idaho. I’ve been under lock and key for seven years. I’ve had no access to money, except for school things for our daughter, which my aunt bought. I haven’t finished high school, so I couldn’t have gotten a job if I tried. The minute he died, my mom came to that hellhole and got Kari and me out of there. Since I had no ID, my mom rented a car and drove us home. So, believe me when I say, I’d have much rather been here with you than the prison I’ve been in.” By the time I’m done, I am sobbing. Still naked, I move away from the couch and put my dress back on. He’s not said anything for a while. Why would he believe me? In the end, he just walks away without a fucking word.
Why did I ever think that this would be easy?3TroyI am physically sick. I shake as I try to stop the retching going on right now on the sidewalk. He beat her!?! I always knew her father was an evil son of a bitch hiding behind God and the Bible. But I can’t seem to wrap my head around this. He fucking beat her and sent her to be held prisoner somewhere. All to get her away from me. No, fuck that. He did that to save his reputation. What would it look like the unwed teenage daughter of a pastor getting knocked up?