Linda’s Pov
I will never forget my father’s c**k inside of me for the first time.
I was nineteen, back from college; the week before my parents were divorced. My mother cried herself to sleep every night, and my father drank whiskey in the living room until it was three in the morning.
Then one night he looked at me, but it was different from his normal look. He let his hand brush my thigh as he picked up the remote. I didn't move away. He didn't either.
It was six months ago. Six months of stolen opportunities-rapid f***s in the laundry room when mom would be taking a nap. Confidential touching in the kitchen when my siblings were engrossed in their mobile phones.
My mouth wrapped around his d**k every morning before any other member of the household woke up.
I wanted him more th
