Free Father's Keeper by Parker Ford Page B

years,”
I admitted. I had to force each word over my lips so I could confess to him. He
needed to know.
    “You have?” He looked away when I
stared at him and his mouth found my nipple again, kissing and sucking as his
hands left my wrists, found my hips, held me down. Gil fucked me harder and I
wrapped my legs around his lean waist and moved up to meet him, the first swirl
of orgasm dancing in my womb, filling my pelvis with pleasurable heat.
    “I have. You haven’t?”
    He didn’t answer me. He buried his
face to my shoulder and his thrusts grew more eager, more frantic. I held his
waist because he’d let my hands free. My fingertips danced along his soft skin
and I held him close until my patience shattered and my pussy grew tighter and
before I came I wanted to know. I made him look at me. I kissed him. I said,
“Gil, did you? Ever?”
    He nodded once, a fierce almost angry
nod and then he was coming, his admission pushing him past the edge and he bit
my breast, right above the nipple and that was enough to push me straight into
my own release so that I was falling with him. A perfect downward spiral of
bliss.

Chapter
11
     
    I woke when I heard the basement door
and felt Gil stiffen behind me. His arm tightened around my waist like he was
protecting me and I realized I was hearing Carl come in. Carl who had fucked
Tammy. Carl who was going to get his ass kicked if he ran into Gil. Gil sat up
as if to go and I pulled his arm gently.
    “Don’t, please,” I said softly. I
could see his profile from the stark street light coming through the window.
    “Jen--”
    “Please, Gil. I’ll just stay here.
Stay here with me. Maybe he’s just come to get his stuff. It’s only fair that
we let him.” I touched his arm again, running the tip of my finger along the
bulge of his muscle.
    I watched him clench his jaw and war
with himself. Let Carl sneak out like a coward or go kick his ass for fucking
me over. I leaned up and kissed his bicep, his shoulder. “Jen,” he said again.
    “Come on. Stay with me.” I put my hand
in his lap and felt the bulge of his hard-on under my hand. Gil kissed me, his
hands in my hair. He pushed me back and kissed me harder.
    “On one condition,” he said. His
fingers found their way between my legs and he slipped one in me, then another.
    “What’s that condition?” I gasped,
moving up under him, parting my legs so he could feel my urge to be with him
again.
    He didn’t answer me, just grunted,
moving himself between my legs, slipping the head of his cock to my pussy.
Gil’s lips crushed down on mine and his tongue was hot and sweet on mine. He
slipped into me with no effort at all, I was that ready for him. The head of
his cock hitting my G-spot when I bowed up under him to get him deeper.
    “He’ll come and he’ll go and we’ll be
in here together,” I said, touching his face, his lips. He nipped at me and I
yelped softly, his cock driving deeper, his fingers biting into me.
    “That fucker doesn’t get to come ,”
Gil said in my ear.
    It was on the tip of my tongue to
remind him that I had been going down on him while Carl had been fucking Tammy,
but he tilted my ass up just enough that the tip of him tripped the bundle of
nerves deep in my cunt and I came, pushing my teeth to his shoulder, muffling
my own cries of pleasure. “Yes, Gil,” I said instead.
    He grunted again, pulling out and for
an instant my heart broke and I thought he was getting up to leave. Instead he
turned me onto my belly and hiked me up on my knees by my hips. “Spread your
legs,” he growled and I opened myself to him. “Put your head down, Jen,” he
said and one hand pinned me at the small of my back, one hand pinned my head,
pushing it low so my ass stuck up and I was bowed at his mercy.
    I wondered wildly a racing thrill
shooting through me. Had he fucked my mother like this? Did I look different or
the same? How different did we feel? Was I better? And god, had he ever thought
of me