Chapter 7
Lily’s POV
Next morning
I lay on my bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling staring into space. I couldn’t sleep worth a damn last night.
That man wanted to drive me home but his car wouldn’t start so I told him not to worry and that I would just take a taxi.
We never exchanged names and we never swapped numbers.
“I won’t ask for your name,” he had said right before I left, his voice still rough from everything we did.
“If we meet by chance later then you tell me then, but If we don’t and you miss me, come back to this bar, I will be here.
“What the helll”” I kicked my legs up in the air remembering how he said it and a sharp pain shot straight through my sore cunt making me wince hard.
Fuck. I slipped my hand down between my thighs without even looking and yeah it was still swollen and tender as hell.
Every little movement reminded me of how deep he had stretched me, how rough he f****d me on that bathroom floor while milk leaked from my t**s and I begged him like a desperate slut.
My p***y clenched just thinking about it and a fresh trickle of wetness slipped out even though I was sore.
God I couldn’t stop replaying it. The way his thick c**k slammed into me over and over, the filthy sound of my own milk squirting while he sucked my n*****s raw, the way he made me c*m so hard I cried on the cold tile.
My c**t throbbed at the memory and I pressed my thighs together trying to ease the ache but it only made it worse.
“Lily!” Mom’s sharp voice boomed from downstairs and I quickly pulled the blanket over myself pretending I was still asleep.
Her footsteps came closer to my door.
“Come and meet my fiancé I told you about,” she announced.
My eyes flew wide open. Fiancé? What the f**k? I thought she just met the guy yesterday.
Has she been planning this s**t behind my back the whole time?So they have been dating??
“Open the door—”
I cut her off by swinging the door open already standing there ignoring the deep ache pulsing between my legs. I glared at her hard.
“Wh—?” She said, shifting back slightly as she saw my angry face.
“Do you even consider me at all? You announced the remarrying s**t yesterday and you already brought the man today? I scoffed at her. “I won’t be meeting any man and that’s it. Go ahead and marry whatever man you want.”
I slammed the door in her face and heard her footsteps retreat down the hall without another word.
“She’s never wanted my opinion in the first place,” I muttered under my breath, still standing there with my heart racing.
But the longer I stood the more my mind kept drifting back to last night.
That stranger’s hands were all over me. His mouth on my leaking t**s sucking hard while he railed me from behind. The way my p***y gushed around his c**k when he called me baby girl and told me to take every inch.
My n*****s tightened under my shirt just from the thought and I felt another warm drip of milk leak out soaking into the fabric.
Shit. I pressed my palm against one breast and felt the wetness there. Even my body wouldn’t let me forget him.
I shouldn’t even think about this when I’m angry.
I stayed in my room for a while trying to push the memories away but they kept coming back hotter and dirtier.
Finally I couldn’t sit there anymore.
I pulled on some loose shorts and a baggy t-shirt hoping it would hide how sensitive my t**s still felt and headed downstairs.
Mom was sitting on the couch in the living room looking kinda sad with her shoulders slumped and her hands twisting in her lap.
I couldn’t find any man in sight. I wanted to just ignore her and walk straight to the kitchen but something in her face made me pause.
I had second thoughts.
“Mom… look I’m sorry I snapped earlier,” I said walking over but stopping a few feet away.
“It’s just… I don’t want a stepfather. I saw what happened to my best friend back at school. Her mom got remarried and the guy started beating on both of them. My friend had bruises all over her arms and back. Then her mom stopped protecting her. Last year her mom died from the beatings. I can’t get those pictures out of my head. I don’t want anyone taking you away from me or hurting you. That’s why I’m against it. Can’t you just wait two more years until I finish college and have a job on my own? If any man misbehaves I’ll sue his ass immediately. I can’t even protect you now”
Mom looked up at me with tired eyes and gave a small sad smile.
“I know you’re scared, baby but not every man is like that. He’s different. He’s been good to me.”
I stepped closer and pulled her into a hug even though my sore p***y protested when I bent down.
She hugged me back tight and for a second it felt like old times before all this remarrying talk started.
“Where is he anyway?” I asked, pulling back but still keeping my hands on her shoulders.
“He’s on his way already. He should be here any minute.”
Right then someone knocked at the door. Mom stood up quickly, smoothing down her dress with a nervous little smile.
I looked at her and smiled too, hoping this man would actually be good to us and not turn into some monster like my friend’s stepdad.
“Lily come and meet him,” Mom said, turning toward the door.
I quickly stood up from the chair but I froze mid-step the second the door opened and I saw the man standing there.
Blood drained from my face. My stomach dropped straight to the floor.
“D-daddy?” I stepped back on shaky legs, my voice barely a whisper.