“Even when you shouldn’t have?” He asked in a gruff voice. I nodded and he grabbed me by the hips, pulling me into him. “Tell me what you’re talking about Cami.”
“It’s embarrassing.” I giggled nervously. I could feel my cheeks turning red already.
“Tell me, Cami.” He said again but this time his voice was deeper and in my ear. His hand started roaming up and down my body and I couldn’t concentrate.
“I used to wonder what you were like in bed when I was younger.” I hated the fact that I said it out loud. I felt so disgusting. “Right before I found out you weren’t my father. I wondered why it never repulsed me to think about you.” I couldn’t finish my words because I felt the heat of shame creeping up my neck.
Emmanuel spun me around and put me over his knee quickly. He lifted my dress and rubbed my ass in slow circles. “You did?” He asked giving me a little slap.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Slap!
“You were so fucking bad, Cami…”
“I know.”
Slap!
I moaned out of pain and pleasure when he grabbed a handful of my stinging ass.
“You’ve been bad lately too. Leaving me…I didn’t like that shit.” He squeezed harder until I cried out. “You’re never leaving me again you know that right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Slap!
Slap!
“Yes, daddy!”
“Good girl. Now bend over the bed. Daddy needs to punish your little bad ass.” I can’t remember the last time I felt equal parts fear and excitement like I felt right then. Anxious tendrils curled around my belly as I did what Emmanuel asked me to do.
When I heard the familiar clink of his belt coming unbuckled, my insides clenched so deliciously I wanted to scream. Emmanuel landed the first slap to my ass with his belt and I yelped.
“You know where you belong now, don’t you, Camilla?” He snarled.
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Where do you belong?”
Slap!
“Here!”
Slap!
“Oh god,” I moaned. The pain stung so badly but he made it feel so good. My pussy was so wet it trickled down my inner thigh.
“You belong here with me. Always,” he growled. “You’re mine Camilla. Do you understand?”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Yes!” I winced at the pain and tears stung my eyes. I couldn’t tell if I was in genuine pain or if I was in some twisted, euphoric state.
“Look at that pretty ass.” The sensation of his hands rubbing my stinging flesh made me cry out. “Does it hurt, baby?” He asked as he rubbed and kissed the pain.
“Yes, Daddy,” I sniffled.
“You want me to make you feel better?” He was already rubbing my pussy lips with his long thick fingers.
“Yes…”
“Shit, Cami…you’re so fucking wet. I missed how wet you get for me. Did your pussy drip down your thighs for anyone else?” He asked. I had to think about it honestly. Alexander had pulled some pretty nasty shit out of me.
“No, not like this.” I told him truthfully.
“Good.” He lapped up my juices, starting at my thighs then he worked his way up to my waiting cunt. When I felt his hot mouth on me I cried out. It felt so good. Better than anyone else. His tongue slipped inside of my opening while his fingers pinched my clit until I thought I would die.
“So fucking good.” He said as if he were in heaven.
“Emmanuel…oh god.” I forced my own face into the blankets so I could cry out and bite down on something.
I don’t even know how long he was down there but my legs were trembling from his mouth. I could feel my heartbeat in my toes and I heard the ocean in my ears. Black dotted the edges of my vision and I started to see galaxies painted across the walls. I knew I was going to be the first woman to ever pass out from getting her pussy eaten. Emmanuel was going to have to take me to the fucking hospital and explain that his tongue put me in a coma.
Just when I couldn’t cum anymore from his tongue, I felt Emmanuel dig into me with his thick cock. It felt like someone injected a needle of heroin into me. My eyes shot open and I gasped like it was the first breath I’d ever taken.
“Oh my god!” I screamed until fire ripped through my lungs.
“Fuck,” he hissed out loud. It had been so long since we were together that it felt like electricity crackled around us…it felt like electricity crackled through us. He started out slowly at first then within minutes he was pounding into me showing me how much he missed me.
“I love you so much.” I whined as the bed rocked and knocked to our rhythm.
“I love you too, baby. Oh, god I love you so much. I missed you so much. I missed this fucking pussy.”
“Did you miss it Daddy?” I moaned. Emmanuel pulled my hair until his lips were near my ear.
“Yes. I missed this shit. This is my motherfucking pussy, Camilla.”
“Yes Emmanuel! It’s yours baby. It’s always been yours.”
“I know.” He crashed into me over and over and I could feel my pussy clenching and grabbing his thick dick.
“Tell me how much you missed this dick.” His hand slipped down below my navel until he located my sensitive clit.
“I missed it so fucking much.” I cried. Tears spilled down my cheeks as he rubbed my stiff nub.
“Then cum all over my dick, Camilla. This is your dick.” His words pushed me right over the edge and I gripped his cock with my walls so tight, he dug his fingers into my hips to brace for the orgasm. I knew I’d have bruises where his fingertips were and I didn’t give not one fuck. I wanted to be bruised by Emmanuel. I wanted him to claim me.
I felt his heat pour into me and I relished the sensation of being filled with him.
“Shit,” he sighed after he pulled out of me. We both collapsed on the bed trying to find oxygen.
“I’m not even tired. I think I just want to fuck you all night.” I told him with a laugh.
“Oh yeah?” He ran his finger up and down my arm. “I don’t know if you’re gonna feel like that after I tell you what I have to tell you.” He said with a serious edge to his voice. He sat up in bed and stared straight ahead at the wall where the 62-inch flat screen hung. He was making me nervous. So I sat up too.
“Emmanuel, what is it? What did you do?” I asked immediately. I just knew he killed Alexander or had him killed. My stomach started to do acrobatics.
“I uh…I’ve been lying to you, Cami.” He confessed in a pained voice. My throat started to close up a little and I was finding it harder to breathe normally.
“Lying to me? What the fuck have you been lying about Emmanuel?” I was already sliding away from him. I couldn’t handle him lying to me. He was my rock and he was the only stable thing I had right then.
“Mason,” he choked out. “He’s not Alexander’s son. He’s my son.” He grabbed a paper off his nightstand and placed it in my hands.
EMMANUEL JOSEPH SCOTT is not excluded as the unborn child’s father.
ALEXANDER MICHEAL EPPS is excluded as the unborn child’s father.
My eyes ran over the lines over and over until the words started to blur from the tears forming in my eyes. I looked at the date and noticed it was sent an entire day before the results Alexander and I had gotten. I could feel memories crashing down around me like glass.
“I had them change the results so you wouldn’t have to change your life around. So you could be happy with your family. I didn’t want to interfere with your happiness.”
“But you did interfere, Emmanuel!” I felt like I was going to be sick, so I shut my eyes quickly. How the fuck could he have done this? I thought Xavier was nuts when he suggested that Emmanuel would do something like this when he was paranoid about Chloe but evidently he knew Emmanuel better than I did.
“Camilla, I’m sorry. You have to know I only did it so you could be happy. I didn’t know how to tel
l you the truth once I saw you weren’t happy with Alexander anymore.” He was speaking quickly as if he could feel me moving away from him. I scrambled out of the bed, shaking.
“You had no fucking right to do that! Mason is my child too, Emmanuel!”
“I know. It was fucked up.” He held his head down. I shoved him backward and he let me.
“Why did you do that?” More memories of being pregnant with Mason crashed down. The memory of how happy Alexander was as he rubbed my belly and talked to what I thought was our son stood out the most. He was going to be crushed when he found out. I was mad at him but I didn’t want to rip his fucking heart out.
“I wanted you to live a normal happy life! I didn’t want you to have to be tied to me forever!” His words hurt me so deeply that I let out a sob.
“I love you, why wouldn’t I want to be tied to you?”
“Camilla the last thing you wanted was a kid with me. I’m your fucking stepfather! You wanted to be normal! You didn’t want me you wanted him! I was trying to give you what you wanted. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I’d never hurt you on purpose.” I sank to the floor with the results in my hand and just cried with my back against the bed and my knees to my chest.
I sat there for hours crying. Emmanuel tried to comfort me but once he realized I wasn’t budging he let me sit there and he just sat beside me. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I woke up in his bed, beside him.
Even though he’d told me a horrible fucking lie for more than a year, I still cuddled close to him in my sleep. I sought him out no matter what. I sat up and he stirred, waking up.
“Cami, do you wanna talk about it?” He asked rubbing his eyes.
“No.”
“Camilla.” His voice commanded me to look at him even though I didn’t want to. “Tell me why you’re mad at me. Call me names. Hit me.”
“I don’t know what to think Emmanuel. You lied to me about my son…our son.” The words were still foreign in my mouth.
“I’m sorry. I thought it was what was best for you.” He told me softly.
“You don’t get to decide shit like that. Alexander is going to be heartbroken. He loves Mason.” Tears dripped from my lashes the more I thought about telling Alexander.
“He is. That wasn’t my intent. I don’t give a fuck about him…but I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me.” His eyes begged me to believe him. I nodded tearfully.
“I believe you,” I told him. “I just…I can’t wrap my head around this, I’m sorry.” I cried harder and he pulled me into him. “Emmanuel, you just snatched memories from me. I just wish you would have told me when you found out. I would have been upset but having your child growing inside of me would have made me so happy after I got over the initial shock.”
“Are you sad that you didn’t get to experience Mason’s pregnancy with me?” He asked, a little shocked. I nodded in response.
That’s really what hurt the most once I got over being lied to. I would never get to experience Mason’s pregnancy with Emmanuel. I would never get to have that back. The memories I had with Alexander were false now.
I could have left him whenever I wanted. I didn’t have to stay for Mason’s sake. My heart ached for Alexander though. I couldn’t bear to think what it would feel like to find out a child you’d grown to love wasn’t yours.
Your first child.
“I’m sad for Alexander. I’m sad that my memories aren’t real. I’m pissed and hurt that you lied to me voluntarily, Emmanuel.” I wiped my swollen eyes and with sad sniffles asked, “Is Chloe yours too?”
“No. She’s yours and Xavier’s.” He looked at me with regret in his eyes and said, “Look, I promise to never lie to you again. It’s not fucking worth it. I feel like shit right now because I’ve hurt you.”
“You have to tell him,” I said of Alexander. “He’ll be home Monday.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.” He held my hands in his. “So, where does this leave us? Are you done with me?” I sat next to him in silence weighing my choices and feeling my heart out. When I thought about life without Emmanuel it felt like death. I was so upset with him for what he did but it didn’t mean I was ready to be done with him.
“No,” I said slowly. “I’m just going to take a while to process this.”
“I understand completely. What can I do to make it better, besides telling Alexander?”
“Don’t kill him when he flips out. He’s going to flip out,” I told him. He nodded his head in agreement.
“Fair enough. I’ll even let him get a few hits in.” He smiled and I smiled too. Suddenly I felt the familiar warmth spreading across my chest. It was love and happiness. I had a baby with Emmanuel.
It felt weird to be angry, hurt, and happy all in the same space. I looked at him and groaned. “You’re going to drive me fucking insane.”
“It’ll be one hell of a ride though.” He chuckled dryly before pulling me on top of him. “Are you so hurt that I can’t make it better by kissing you here?” His lips went to the space between my breasts and I shut my eyes at the sensation. God why was he doing this to me? I was supposed to be pissed. He lied to me about our son.
Yet here I was moaning at his kisses and accepting his apologies with each touch he placed on my skin. “I’m going to give you another baby.” He told me before laying me on my back. “Can I?” He trailed kisses down to my navel. I nodded breathlessly.
“Yes.”
“I remember never wanting to let you go when you were pregnant. Do you remember all those nights you spent in this bed with me? While I rubbed your belly and brought you food.” I laughed a little at the memories and nodded. Now that I knew the truth, I could see the love in everything he did. He was doting on me so much because it was his baby.
“Remember how I took you to the hospital when you felt the first contraction? Even though you told me you were fine?” He kissed back up to my lips. “I didn’t listen because I knew something wasn’t right.”
Now the memories I had of Alexander not being there to see Mason be born were replaced with happiness that Emmanuel was there. Emmanuel cut the cord. Emmanuel heard Mason cry for the first time.
“Now, I wanna do this right.” He told me, rubbing his erection against my slit. I was already aching for him. “I wanna give you my baby on purpose.” He dipped the head of his dick inside of me and I threw my head back, peppering the air with gasps.
“I want to give you all my babies.” He said in my ear as he slid all the way inside. “Can I?” He asked again.
“Yes, Emmanuel,” I cried. He was gentle this time slipping in and out of me like he was making music and I was his violin. He leaned down and sucked on my lips, swallowing my moans in his mouth.
“I need you to forgive me, Camilla. I can’t have you being mad at me. It hurts too much. You mean the world to me.” More kisses to my lips and I was trembling. It did something to the deepest parts of my soul when Emmanuel was gentle with me.
“I forgive you,” I sniffled.
“Thank you.” He kissed the tears from my cheeks and thrust harder into me, making me scream out. When we came together it wasn’t loud or erotic, it was quiet and ground shaking. We stayed locked together until we could finally stand to move.
“Thank you.” He told me again as I laid on his chest.
“For what?” I frowned.
“For Mason. I’ve wanted to tell you that for so fucking long. That little boy is the best thing that’s happened to me since Christina. I forgot how it felt to have this little person you helped to create looking up at you with all this love. It does something to your heart.”
“Oh, trust me I know,” I smiled.
“You think I put another one in there?” He asked with a goofy grin on his face. His hand slid across my stomach in a circular motion.
“Probably, knowing you.”
We started to kiss again which led to groping and Emmanuel’s dick getting hard.
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��Daddy! Where are you? I see your truck out there. I just wanted to…” Christina walked through the door and I scrambled to cover myself with a sheet.
“Dammit, Chris. Knock!” Emmanuel barked. Christina shot daggers at me with her eyes and I’m sure I was doing the same. She backed out quickly and slammed the door behind her. “Fuck!” He grumbled pulling on a pair of sweatpants he chased after her. I didn’t bother. I got up, took my time and got in the shower.
It wasn’t like she didn’t know we were fucking. Everyone in our entire circle knew we were fucking. It was accepted at this point. I should have been the one glaring at her for fucking Chloe’s father.
When I got out of the shower, I heard Emmanuel and Christina going at it in the hallway. His voice boomed and hers squeaked. I tied my hair back in a low bun and tugged on a t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants.
Amidst the yelling outside the bedroom door, I looked in the mirror and put on some lip-gloss then sprayed myself with perfume. Before I pulled open the door and took in the full view of the circus, I sucked in a deep breath.
“What’s the problem?” I smiled, walking into the hall. Christina made an aggravated noise and fisted her hands at her side like she wanted to hit me. At this I laughed and walked around Emmanuel so that I was looking at my little sister.
“You’re the problem, Camilla.” Christina spat, hands on her hips.
“Me?” I feigned innocence. “Why? Because you caught me in bed with Daddy?” I bit my bottom lip and grinned. Christina lashed out and cracked into my jaw with her fist, stinging my face. I grabbed the sore spot and let out a laugh as I rubbed the pain away.
Emmanuel wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back.
“You’re fucking disgusting.” Christina shrieked with angry tears in her eyes.
“Oh? Okay…” I pressed my tongue to the inside of my jaw to dull the ache. “Let me go.” I told Emmanuel.
“Cami, don’t.”
“Now.” I commanded in a low growl. Evidently I had the same control over him that he had over me, he dropped his arm.
“It’s seven thirty.” Emmanuel said randomly.
“Who cares, Daddy?” Christina frowned.
On cue, the doorbell rang downstairs and Emmanuel looked at me then Christina. He pulled out his phone and sent a text then the front door opened. I was over the bullshit. I glared at Christina and she returned my expression.
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