Letting her do the things, Nathaniel stared blankly towards the sky as if he had nothing to do with what that girl was doing with him, all his senses felt numb to feel anything.
The voices from the past started to echo in his mind when his young self was hearing them from behind the closed door of his mother’s chamber.
"Noel, why are you doing this to me?" his mother’s crying voice stung his heart, "We have a son already, why do you want me to suffer this way? This is not right. I won’t do it. I beg you, don’t...please..."
"You have done it once, you can do it again," Noel’s cold voice was heard as well, "I want another child and you have to do it."
"No please, I beg you. I can’t...."
"Stop crying and do as I say, or don’t blame me for being cruel. Nathaniel..."
"No, don’t harm him. I will do as you say."
Tears rolled down the corner’s of Nathaniel’s eyes as he remembered it, not knowing what exactly was happening behind that closed door, but he could feel from his mother’s crying that it was something his mother didn’t like and that’s what why she committed suicide.
Meanwhile, the girl continued to pleasure him for long, doing her best to make him come soon, but it didn’t seem like it was this easy. She seemed tired and looked at Nathanael with her moist eyes, her mouth still working on him.
Nathaniel’s lips curved into a smirk, and his hand moved to clutch the back side of her head, fisting her hair in rough grip and he thrusted hard inside her mouth, choking her to suffocate brutally, her eyes turned teary, soon smearing her cheeks with tears. Nathaniel was anything but kind and continued to use her mouth to pleasure himself the way he wanted.
After a while, he finally found his release but he kept himself buried deep in her throat, making her swallow all of it. She struggled, her hands pushing against his thighs, her nails digging in his skin, she felt she was going to die but just in time, Nathanile pulled out, releasing her.
With a loud gasp, she coughed violently, breathing as much as she could, almost on the verge of crying. The cold floor she was sitting on didn’t feel cold anymore, as she had almost lost all her senses.
His expressions were content as he watched her struggle. "Just take it as I am preparing you to face what comes with my father. You don’t know the kind of monster he is."
As he finished, there was a silence for long. The girl didn’t dare move even. freёwebnoѵel.com
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