Fear Us
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“Keenan, hurry.”
I curled my hand around her neck and brought her ear close to my lips. “How bad do you want it?”
“I’m desperate enough to ignore common sense.”
I chuckled and witnessed the way the sound made her skin vibrate. My jeans came undone and my hard cock pushed through the opening seeking entrance to her pussy.
“Condom,” she gasped when I began to enter her. It was amazing how wet and ready she already was.
“No.”
“What?”
Her right hand held onto the shelf so I rested mine on top of hers and slammed into her hard. “I said no.”
“Oh, fuck.” After fucking into her a few times, her gasps slowly ascended to low screams.
“And fuck I will, now quiet down. Our daughter is in the next room.” I moved inside her, each invasion harder and deeper than the last. The cans rattled with the force of my thrusts as I picked up speed. I could feel her hand grip the shelf tighter under my hand. Eventually, I was forced to cover her moans with my hand and sunk my teeth into her shoulder to mask my grunts.
“Now that I have your attention let me explain something to you. I’m not going anywhere. You are mine and Kennedy is mine.”
The whimper against my hand was likely a protest, but I kept going. Her hips met mine as she fucked herself on and off my cock, searching desperately for a release I was only glad to give her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SHELDON
THERE WEREN’T ENOUGH adequate words to describe the plethora of feelings that currently assaulted me.
My daughter had finally been returned home last night after being abducted for over a week, and here I was screwing her father in the pantry of the home I grew up in the very next morning.
Having sex with him was unprecedented. I had no warning or profound reason suitable to explain why, once again, in a forty-eight hour period, I had managed to be coerced out of my panties with little effort.
Maybe it was overwhelming lust.
Or maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t had sex in four years.
I moaned and mewled against his hand like a wanton slut, which was exactly how I felt. In the past, he had always been able to make me feel like a slut and a lady whenever we made love.
But we weren’t making love now.
No, this was fucking at its finest. I quickened my hips to match pounding thrusts. My orgasm built first from my soul before ripping through my heart and releasing from my mouth as a muted scream.
It was a good thing his hand was there. I didn’t relish the thought of explaining the throes of passion to Ken at such a young age. Something told me that her father wouldn’t appreciate the burden either.
When the fog started to clear, I became aware of the cans littering my feet and how my nails dug into the wooden shelves. A warm sensation traveled down my thigh, and I knew it could only be one thing.
I could feel his chest move against my back and the sweet smell of his breath fan across my skin. The jingle of his belt buckle as he fixed his pants echoed around me.
I was already answering to the consequences of my decision. It was in the possessive way he handled me as he pulled up my shorts and wrapped his strong arm around my waist to guide me from the pantry.
When we entered the kitchen, I was lucky to find no one waiting other than Ken, who appeared none the wiser. She’d made a complete mess of her pancakes as usual, and in my absence, had managed to pour nearly the entire bottle of syrup on her food.
“Ken, what did I tell you about pouring your own syrup?”
“I was hungry.”
It was official. I’m the worst mother in the world. I wanted to cry and assure her that she could pour all the syrup in the world, but I knew it wouldn’t reverse the last week or the last ten minutes.
I wet a towel and proceeded to clean up her face and hands. She usually fussed when I cleaned her up, and I realized that her attention was completely fixed on Keenan. They stared, completely enraptured by one another.
“Hi,” she greeted softly.
“Hello, Kennedy.” Keenan shook his head as if to clear it and said, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m… I’m…”
For the first time since arriving, or facing a girl ever, he seemed to be at a loss for words. She looked at him expectantly, and what happened next shocked me to my core.
Keenan fell to his knees.
Right there on the kitchen floor he collapsed.
Kennedy left her seat and walked to him. Slowly, I freaked out inside because what was happening before me only a monster could tear apart. How could I protect her from him if she accepted him without ever knowing who he was to her?
I curled my hand around her neck and brought her ear close to my lips. “How bad do you want it?”
“I’m desperate enough to ignore common sense.”
I chuckled and witnessed the way the sound made her skin vibrate. My jeans came undone and my hard cock pushed through the opening seeking entrance to her pussy.
“Condom,” she gasped when I began to enter her. It was amazing how wet and ready she already was.
“No.”
“What?”
Her right hand held onto the shelf so I rested mine on top of hers and slammed into her hard. “I said no.”
“Oh, fuck.” After fucking into her a few times, her gasps slowly ascended to low screams.
“And fuck I will, now quiet down. Our daughter is in the next room.” I moved inside her, each invasion harder and deeper than the last. The cans rattled with the force of my thrusts as I picked up speed. I could feel her hand grip the shelf tighter under my hand. Eventually, I was forced to cover her moans with my hand and sunk my teeth into her shoulder to mask my grunts.
“Now that I have your attention let me explain something to you. I’m not going anywhere. You are mine and Kennedy is mine.”
The whimper against my hand was likely a protest, but I kept going. Her hips met mine as she fucked herself on and off my cock, searching desperately for a release I was only glad to give her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SHELDON
THERE WEREN’T ENOUGH adequate words to describe the plethora of feelings that currently assaulted me.
My daughter had finally been returned home last night after being abducted for over a week, and here I was screwing her father in the pantry of the home I grew up in the very next morning.
Having sex with him was unprecedented. I had no warning or profound reason suitable to explain why, once again, in a forty-eight hour period, I had managed to be coerced out of my panties with little effort.
Maybe it was overwhelming lust.
Or maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t had sex in four years.
I moaned and mewled against his hand like a wanton slut, which was exactly how I felt. In the past, he had always been able to make me feel like a slut and a lady whenever we made love.
But we weren’t making love now.
No, this was fucking at its finest. I quickened my hips to match pounding thrusts. My orgasm built first from my soul before ripping through my heart and releasing from my mouth as a muted scream.
It was a good thing his hand was there. I didn’t relish the thought of explaining the throes of passion to Ken at such a young age. Something told me that her father wouldn’t appreciate the burden either.
When the fog started to clear, I became aware of the cans littering my feet and how my nails dug into the wooden shelves. A warm sensation traveled down my thigh, and I knew it could only be one thing.
I could feel his chest move against my back and the sweet smell of his breath fan across my skin. The jingle of his belt buckle as he fixed his pants echoed around me.
I was already answering to the consequences of my decision. It was in the possessive way he handled me as he pulled up my shorts and wrapped his strong arm around my waist to guide me from the pantry.
When we entered the kitchen, I was lucky to find no one waiting other than Ken, who appeared none the wiser. She’d made a complete mess of her pancakes as usual, and in my absence, had managed to pour nearly the entire bottle of syrup on her food.
“Ken, what did I tell you about pouring your own syrup?”
“I was hungry.”
It was official. I’m the worst mother in the world. I wanted to cry and assure her that she could pour all the syrup in the world, but I knew it wouldn’t reverse the last week or the last ten minutes.
I wet a towel and proceeded to clean up her face and hands. She usually fussed when I cleaned her up, and I realized that her attention was completely fixed on Keenan. They stared, completely enraptured by one another.
“Hi,” she greeted softly.
“Hello, Kennedy.” Keenan shook his head as if to clear it and said, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m… I’m…”
For the first time since arriving, or facing a girl ever, he seemed to be at a loss for words. She looked at him expectantly, and what happened next shocked me to my core.
Keenan fell to his knees.
Right there on the kitchen floor he collapsed.
Kennedy left her seat and walked to him. Slowly, I freaked out inside because what was happening before me only a monster could tear apart. How could I protect her from him if she accepted him without ever knowing who he was to her?
