Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“You’re going to make me come so hard.”
I’m gripping her hair too painfully, jerking my hips too wildly. I fuck her mouth like I paid for the privilege, but Mara can’t seem to get enough.
Her nails claw at the sofa as her moans vibrate my crown.
“Keep going… Just like that… Take the lead.”
Her noises are feral, and they have me losing all sense of control.
I still as the most animalistic growl rolls up my chest.
Then I come into Mara’s mouth, spurting hot, salty cum onto her tongue and down her throat.
I’m so fucking spent that before I can consider the consequences of my actions, I flop onto the sofa next to Mara, then pull her over until she is straddling my lap. My heart is thrashing too wildly for her to miss, but it feels right having her in my arms, nuzzling my chest.
It feels like home.
A short time later, when I have some sense of control over my lungs, I peel back a wisp of hair stuck to her sweaty cheek before lifting her eyes to mine.
I smile, relieved that there isn’t an ounce of fear in her eyes.
She looks happy. Accomplished.
She looks like she knows her skills at sucking dick are sky high.
I’d be jealous if I believed that was true. Even with what we’re establishing as fresh as a baby, I know her expression isn’t egotistical.
She’s content, and although it won’t last, her fear is forgotten.
I gave that to her, and she did the same for me.
Even now, sexually and emotionally exhausted, and the urge for her to touch me overwhelming me, I feel fearless enough to say, “She told me I was dirty. That since I was born a bastard, I’d have to work harder to wash away the sins my out-of-wedlock birth caused.” I stop to swallow the anger bubbling in my throat and heating my face. “The water was hot… hot enough to burn… yet I still felt dirty even after she scrubbed my skin raw.”
A memory flashes up, momentarily stilling me, before the softness of a delicate hand pulls me out of the trenches before I’m wholly buried.
Mara’s thumb is scarcely stroking mine, but the disbelief it smacks me with sees even more secrets being shared. “Just the briefest touch would instigate hives because I knew she would use it as an excuse to say I was dirty again. Then she would have to bathe me, and the routine I did everything to avoid would start all over again.” Anger echoes in my tone. “I did everything I could to stay clean. I went to the library during breaks at school. I ate my lunch with gloves I stole from the cafeteria. I didn’t touch anyone, and I sure as hell didn’t allow anyone to touch me. I did everything I could, but the abuse didn’t end. I—” I stop when I choke, and then I fiercely shake my head.
These are my secrets to share, but I don’t want to share them. I never have with anyone. Not even Rafael knows how dark they go.
And I will do everything I can to make it stay that way.
Air leaves Mara’s mouth in a hurry when I stroke the pad of my thumb over her erect nipple. I don’t want to use her to get over my anguish. I want her to help me forget.
The burn at the back of my throat feels nowhere near as scalding when she leans into my embrace instead of repelling from it.
Although appreciative of her wave of the white flag, she is a fighter more than first perceived. “Abusers target children because they’re the most vulnerable.”
She almost yelps when I tug her nipple firmly. This is not a discussion I want to have while my cock is poking into her ass. It should be as flat as a tack, not digging into her curves.
My lips thin when she persists. “They are inappropriate in front of a family member to s-see if they will get away with it.” I freeze, curious to see where she’s going with this. “When they do, they become more risqué. They groom you in front of the people who are meant to protect you because they know they won’t do anything about it since they’re just as abusive.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I thought I deserved to be abused because I was too scared to speak up.
Only now am I realizing that isn’t the case.
Even when you’re brave enough to push back, you can still get hurt.
I stroke Mara’s back, hopeful my simplest touch will weaken the rise and fall of her chest, before asking, “How long?” Her eyes bounce between mine like she is confused. I know she isn’t, but I act stupid. “How long did it take for the abuse to stop?”
“Um…” I hate the shake of her thighs. “It d-didn’t… until I left.”