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Matthew wondered how he had gotten here.
All right, he knew how he had gotten here, Helena on his lap, rubbing herself on his hard cock as he sat in his office chair, one of her nipples in his mouth.
Helena's father had died two weeks before. And she had shown up on Matthew's doorstep sobbing and he could not turn her away. He had guided her into his gambling hall and held her as she cried and cursed her father, telling him all the horrible things Wilmot had said to her.
Matthew had suddenly wished for the ability to bring Wilmot back to life just so he could kill him again.
But the moment that had broke Matthew, and had lead him to having Helena on his lap, using him for her own pleasure, begging him to take her virginity was embedded in his memory forevermore.
“Was he right?” Helena asked softly as she looked at Matthew. Her dark eyes begging him to give her an answer.
“Right about what?” Matthew asked as he reached up and began to rub her black hair between his fingers.
“Will no one ever love me?” she asked as she glanced away. “Will I be forever cursed to be undesirable and unloved?”
“Please,” Helena begged as she took Matthew's hand and pressed it to her cunt. “I want you in me,” she muttered into his hair.
Matthew cursed and pressed his fingers to her clit. It was taking all of his self control not to move his hips and press his cock into her. He was trying so damn hard not to cross the line.
Even though he knew, that on that first day, when he had seen her tearful look, heard the sadness in her eyes, he had crossed the line and never gone back. He had kissed her; he had never been able to stand her tears and the longing in her voice made it worse.
But kissing her wasn't the only thing he had done. He had ran his hands under her dress and touched her. His fingers brushing her folds. Her whimpers had pushed him further.
And he had corrupted her.
She was seventeen, almost eighteen.
Matthew was thirty-two.
But in that moment, that first day it hadn't mattered. He had used his fingers and made her cum. She had come back every day since for him to touch her.
And every day that went by, the more over that line Matthew went.
Until now, the day before her father's funeral.
She was naked in his lap and he was naked as well. All he needed to do was push her back and bury himself inside of her and take her.
But he didn't.
That was the final line.
There would be no coming back from that.
“Shh,” he whispered as he felt her body tremble against his. “This is enough, baby,” he whispered as he sucked on her nipple.
She whined though, telling him she didn't think it was enough. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and began sucking it as well. He pressed harder on her clit and she came moaning his name. He felt the pull on his balls and knew he was close to coming as well. He lifted her and sat her on the desk in front of him. He reached down and stroked his cock, once then again and sat back in his chair as he came all over his lap and hand. He looked up at Helena, with his one good eye, and saw her watching as his cum shot up and all over his lap.
“Such a waste,” she whispered as she looked at him with her dark eyes.
Matthew smiled. He let go of his limp cock and shook his head. “Not a waste,” he said softly. He looked at her as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “We should get you dressed again,” he added.
He watched as she slid off the desk. She kneeled in front of him. She held his eyes as she leaned in and licked his cum from his thigh. He groaned and his cock twitched. She took his hand and licked the cum from his fingers, letting her tongue swirl around his index finger and his middle finger.
“Helena,” he moaned as his cock hardened.
“I want it in me,” she whispered as she moved her mouth and licked his cock. “In my cunt,” she clarified.
She held his eyes as she stroked his cock and took it in her mouth. Matthew closed his eye and leaned his head back against the chair.
I want it in your cunt too, he thought.
It was his last thought before desire clouded his mind as Helena sucked on his cock. He knew in that moment, he was going to end up taking her virginity.
He was just going to try and wait until she turned eighteen in a week.
***
Helena sat beside her grandmother watching as her father's body, in the casket, was carried into the family crypt. Her brothers stood by the doors and walked in after to say their final goodbyes. Helena had asked her grandmother if she could stay after, when everyone was gone to say her goodbyes. Her grandmother had agreed.
Her grandmother had known of the complicated relationship Helena and Wilmot had had. After all, Helena had been the heathy perfect daughter Wilmot had always wanted.
No, she had come out damaged. Twisted.
Her father's words, not hers.
But they were still ingrained on her soul, her psyche. Echoing inside of her whenever she began to believe differently.
The only time the words were ever silent and she did not hear them screaming in her head was when she was with Matthew.
Her mind was still then and only focused on him; the feel of his fingers and mouth on her body.
She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt Matthew's hand on her shoulder. She blinked and looked around and saw that everyone was gone; they were alone. She stood slowly and pulled away from Matthew. She walked towards the crypt. Matthew followed.
She walked inside and turned, facing her father's casket. It sat on six blocks, waiting for the vault to be opened in the coming days and lowered inside to be with her mother. Tears burned her eyes.
“I wish I could hate you,” she whispered to the coffin. “It would be so much easier if I could just wash my hands of all of these and be grateful that you are dead,” she wiped her tears away. “But I can't,” she cried.
“That's because you are a far kinder person than he ever was,” Matthew answered.
Helena turned and looked at him. He walked over to her, kicking the iron door closed behind him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her against him. She looked up at him as he brushed his knuckles across her cheeks.
“I just want to feel something other than hurt and pain,” she whispered.
He leaned down. “I can help with that,” he whispered.
He kissed her deeply and she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around him and felt his hands move down to her thighs. He lifted her, like she weighed nothing, and sat her on her father's coffin. His hands ran up her skirt and he pushed it up around her waist as he grabbed the waistband of her panties. He yanked them ripping them.
Helena, who had been wet before, grew wetter at the feel of the fabric ripping and tearing away from her cunt. She looked up and met Matthew's one good eye; the other was covered with a black eye patch. The pupil was blown with desire. She opened her legs wider and leaned back, gripping the back of the coffin. She watched as he looked down at her cunt.
“I am done playing with you,” he said suddenly. She whined when he roughly slid two fingers inside of her. It was tight and she felt tears fill her eyes and she let them roll down. “I am taking what is mine,” he stated.
She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. She whimpered and cried as he scissored his fingers in and out of her, stretching her. She grabbed his belt and pulled it open, her hands trembling. He bit her bottom lip and tugged as she opened the zipper of his pants. He hadn't worn any underwear.
“Tell me to stop,” he ordered as he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face away from his. “Tell me you don't want this.”
She looked at him. She reached into his pants and pulled out his hard cock. She ran her thumb over his tip. “I won't lie to you,” she told him. “Not now.”
She moaned as he pressed his thumb to her clit. He rubbed it hard and fast as he crooked his fingers inside of her and pressed them into that spot that had pleasure hitting her hard. He slapped his hand away from his cock.
“Open your shirt and touch your breasts,” he ordered. “I will let you come once before I make your cunt mine.”
The way he was talking to her, mean and harsh, while bringing her pleasure, turned her on. She did as he asked, slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. She felt Matthew watching her as she pulled it open and undid the front clasp on her bra. Her breasts fell out and she took them in her hands rolling her nipples in her fingers; like Matthew had done and shown her.
“Beautiful,” he muttered as he reached out and traced a finger tip along the skin between her breasts.
“Please,” she begged as she felt her legs begin to tremble and the pleasure flood her.
“All you need to do is cum, baby, and you will have my cock,” he told her.
She pinched her nipples and let her head fall back. She began to move her hips against his hand whining when he pressed another finger in her. Her eyes never left him as he looked down where his fingers were buried inside of her. He rubbed her clit faster as he stroked that spot inside of her. She clenched around his fingers and moaned as she felt herself being pushed more and more towards the edge.
“How badly to want my cock, baby?” he demanded. “Because I can feel you and you're so close but you're holding off. Don't you want me to fuck you senseless? Don't you want to show your fucking father that you are loved. That you aren't fucking damaged,” he spat out.
Helena came. She fell into the pleasure moaning Matthew's name. She clenched around his fingers as her body shook. She whined as he pressed his thumb against her clit and brushed it before slipping his fingers from her. She blinked her eyes, and focused on his hands. She watched as he pushed his pants down and his cock, hard and ready, sprang out.
“Please,” she begged as she clenched around nothing feeling empty.
“Shh,” Matthew whispered. He stepped closer to her and kicked her legs wider apart. She gripped the coffin as she felt Matthew rub his tip up and down her folds. He notched the tip in her entrance. “You will get what you have been begging for all this time,” he answered.
Helena's mouth fell open in an 'o' as Matthew kept pressing his cock into her. She was barely over her climax as she felt his cock stretching her and filling her. She grabbed his forearms as he grabbed her waist and pinned her to the coffin. He pulled her hips forward and she whimpered as she felt the slight ache from having him inside of her.
He was making her his.
And she loved it; even the pain.
“So fucking tight,” Matthew moaned. “And all fucking mine,” he hissed.
She gasped as he thrusted into her, filling her completely all at once. She felt every ridge and every vein of his cock as it rubbed her walls. It throbbed inside of her; or maybe she was the one throbbing. She clenched around him, loving how he moaned and his head fell forward.
“Matthew,” she breathed out. “More,” she begged.
“My girl wants more,” he grunted. “She'll get more.”
Helena barely had a chance to breath before Matthew was dragging his cock from her, until only the tip was notched inside of her and slamming it back in. She cried out as his tip pressed deep into her. She dug her nails into his arms as he did it over and over.
“God,” she moaned as his pelvis, with every hard thrust, rubbed against her clit.
After, no more words were said between them. The only sounds in the crypt were that of lovemaking. His cock entering her wet slit over and over, their moans echoing off the walls. Matthew moved closer, bending almost over her as his hips pistoled, dragging his cock in and out of her. She moaned when he grabbed her breast with one hand and bit down on her neck with his mouth.
“Mine,” he hissed into her neck. He punctuated this with a sharp thrust of his hips.
Tears rolled down Helena's eyes as the pleasure rose in her again. She felt like she was drowning in it. “Yours,” she breathed out. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair. “Yours to fill,” he added.
“You want me to fill you?” he snapped his hips again.
Helena moaned as she felt her peak getting closer and closer. “Yes,” she tugged on his hair.
She met Matthew's eye when he pulled his face from her neck. He kissed her hard and she felt it then, deep inside of her; the first splashes of his cum. She cried and kissed him harder, wrapping her legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
She wanted every drop.
No, she demanded every drop.
His thrusts became jerkier. He growled in her skin and moved one his hands between them. Helena moaned as his fingers brushed her sensitive clit roughly. Once, twice, the third time she fell into pleasure.
“Matthew!” she cried out his name as she clenched around his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he thrusted hard into her.
Her body shook and she clung to him, fearful he would pull away, pull out. He didn't. She felt it; his seed filling her, making her feel so full. He pressed his body overs hers as she cried, her climax wringing all her emotions to the surface. She had wanted this for so long; had ached for it.
It was perfect.
“We should-,” he started.
She shook her head. “Stay in me longer,” she whispered. “Please.”
He growled and kissed her. “I hate that I cannot say no you,” he whispered against her lips.
Helena smiled.
She loved that he couldn't say no to her.
***
Matthew sat in the car beside Helena. She was holding his hand tightly in her lap. He kept his eyes on the road ahead of him. He was determined to get her back home before anyone missed her. He had only stopped quickly to go to the pharmacy to get Helena the morning after pill.
He was not ready to answer that question before he figured out what to tell her brothers about their relationship.
“Matthew,” Helena sighed.
“What is it?” he asked softly. “Are you sore?”
He hated himself for taking her like that; for where he had taken her. His self control had snapped and he had needed to be buried deep inside of her. It didn't matter that it was at the family crypt, on top of her father's coffin.
He had needed to make her his.
“No,” she breathed out. “I want you again,” she added.
Matthew's mouth went dry as he felt Helena press his hand against her bare cunt. He didn't dare look; he couldn't. If he looked, he would pull over and be buried deep within in her in moments. And considering they were on a semi-busy road, that would not be good for anyone involved.
“We can't,” he managed to say.
“But,” she whined as she used his fingers to rub her clit. “I feel empty,” she whispered.
FUCK!
He could feel how wet she was; she was dripping. His cock got instantly hard. He looked around, at the road ahead. He saw another road and immediately turned his signal light on. He turned down the road and sped up. He moaned as he felt Helena move his fingers lower pressing them into her. She was tight still and he could feel his spent leaking from her. He crooked his fingers and stroked her, loving how her legs trembled.
He took another turn and saw a barn up ahead. It looked abandoned and the door was opened. He didn't hesitate. He turned down the half overgrown gravel driveway and drove over to the barn. He parked inside of it and shut the car off. He pulled his fingers from her, his cock aching with how she whined, and opened his door and climbed out.
The fresh air did not to stop the need that pulsed through him. He turned and walked around the front of the car to the other side. Helena was already pushing open her door. He walked around it and moved closer to her. He loomed over her. He adjusted the seat, leaning it back and moving back more. He fell to his knees after, in the dirt. He grabbed Helena's legs and turned her. He pulled them open, noticing how it took no effort at all, and buried his face in her core as he placed her legs over his shoulders.
He didn't know who moaned louder; him or Helena.
Her slick fell on his tongue and he couldn't stop himself from devouring her. His tongue licked her folds over and over, tasting her sweetness, wanted to swallow every last drop of it. His nose rubbed against her sensitive clit and he grabbed her ass to stop her from pulling away from him; that was how intense the pleasure was for her. He pressed his face more into her as his tongue swirled and lapped at her entrance, drinking her nectar from the source. She began moving her hips against his face, his nose pressing and rubbing against her clit. In no time, Matthew felt her shatter in his arms.
He moved his mouth up, licking and lapping at her clit. Helena moaned and tugged on his hair harder. He finally moved his mouth from her cunt and looked at her. She grabbed his beard and tugged his face towards hers. She kissed him, her tongue stroking his tasting herself on it.
“I want to ride you,” she said. “Please,” she begged.
He groaned. He pulled away from her lips and nodded. “Come on, then,” he muttered.
He helped her climbed out of the car. He sat in the passenger seat then. He undid his pants again and stroked his hard cock when it practically jumped out of his pants. Matthew turned and watched as Helena climbed on top of his lap, pulling her skirt up bunching it around her middle. He really hoped no one commented on how wrinkled it was when he finally brought her home.
He moaned when she rubbed her wet folds against his cock. She placed her knees on either side of his hips and her hands on his shoulders. He held his cock up and rested his head on the back of the seat. He watched as she slowly lowered herself on his cock. His tip pressed into her swollen folds and she bit her bottom lip.
“Baby, we don't have to-,” he started to say. He knew she must have been sore and he didn't want to make it worse.
And of course, he didn't want to be out with her too long. He worried how hard her brothers would question him when he finally brought her home.
“I need you,” Helena breathed out. “I ached for you for so long,” she lowered herself more, taking more of him into her warmth. “I need to have you fill me again. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as she took all of him.
He moved his hands and grabbed her hips, holding her still. She leaned forward and kissed him and he kissed her back. He ran his hands up to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. He began kneading them as she felt her rock back and forth on his cock. He only let go of them long enough to undo the buttons of her shirt again and open her bra. He placed his hands on her bare breasts again and moaned.
“So fucking needy,” he whispered to her. “I fucked you once and now all you want is my cock buried deep inside of you,” he told her.
“Yes,” she moaned as she began moving her hips back and forth. He felt her beginning to find her rhythm.
“Cock drunk on the first cock to be inside of you,” he growled.
She moaned and whimpered. He felt her grab his shoulders pushing down as she lifted herself up and impaled herself on his cock. He moaned feeling how deep he was getting as she moved up and down on him. He pinched her nipples and played with them. He moved his hands then, grabbing her ass cheeks and helping her move up and down on him. He sat up and buried his face in her breasts.
He took one of her nipples in his mouth and she yelled his name. He felt her begin to move faster up and down on top of him and he began thrusting up into her. He could feel her clenching around his cock and the pull on his balls. He was close; he tried to hold off but knew that wouldn't happen.
Helena's tight cunt was just too welcoming to his cock for him to be able to hold off filling it.
“Matthew,” she moaned his name, “fill me. Please, fill me up.”
He moved his mouth to her other nipple and sucked on it. He moved one of his hands from her ass cheek to her clit. He swiped his fingers across it and rubbed it. She moaned and he felt her hips began to stutter in their movement. He began to thrust up into her harder and faster. She grabbed the headrest on the seat behind him as she clenched hard around him.
“You want my seed?” he demanded as he pounded up into her. “You want me to fuck a baby into you?”
“Yes,” she moaned into his ear. “Fuck a baby into me. Keep me filled and full.”
He came.
Never in his life had words had such power of him.
But those words, whispered into his ear by Helena, with her raspy voice from screaming his name, sent him over the edge.
She sent him over the edge.
He filled her as he thrusted up into her. She held herself down on his lap, his cock deep inside of her as he filled her. She clenched around him, her warmth pulling every last drop of his seed. He pulled his mouth from her nipple. He licked her breast and moaned into her skin.
He was trembling, she was shaking and wherever their skin met was stinky and hot. But he didn't move to pull out of her.
Not yet.
This time he wanted to hold her and not let go.
“Matthew?” she whispered as her fingers moved and played with his hair.
“I don't want to leave your warmth,” he whispered.
He pulled his face away from her skin and rested his head on the back of the seat. Helena looked down at him. She smiled.
“Hmm,” she leaned in and kissed him. “I think someone is pussy drunk,” she whispered as she rolled her hips gently, moving his limp cock inside of her.
He nipped at her bottom lip. “I am,” he thrusted up into her, surprised when he felt his cock begin to harden again. It had been years, since he was a teenager, the last time that he had been able to get hard so quickly again. He also wasn't that surprised; he had a feeling it was Helena. No other woman would get him so hard and have him aching to keep her filled. “On your tight little pussy,” he ran his hand up and pinched her nipple. “It's mine. All fucking mine.”
Helena moaned. He watched as she reached between them and began to rub her clit herself. “All yours, Matthew,” she whimpered. “Only yours.”
Matthew moaned into her mouth as he pinched her nipple again. She began moving on his cock again and he thrusting up hard and fast into her. He knew he wouldn't last long but it didn't matter.
He had a feeling that he would be spending a lot of his free time fucking Helena. Any sliver of guilt he had felt slipped away.
She was his. She was always meant to be his.
***
Helena was surprised she could walk straight still. She ached still and could feel Matthew's seed drip and smear on her inner thighs as she walked. She walked past her brothers, who still greeting people. She smiled when Daniel nodded to the side. She stepped beside him for a moment as her other brothers spoke with Matthew.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly.
She smiled when he took her hand. She nodded. “I am trying to be,” she turned and saw her sister in laws in the kitchen cooking. “I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner I just,” she paused.
Daniel squeezed her hand. “I understand. You never had to explain yourself or your feelings to me,” he told her.
She nodded. She felt tears come to her eyes. She squeezed his hand and noticed that Matthew had walked more into the home and her brothers were greeting some more newcomers. She pulled her hand away.
“I am going to go freshen up a bit,” she said softly.
Daniel nodded. “Take as much time as you need,” he leaned in, “I'll cover for you.”
She was relieved. She stepped away and watched as he turned back and went back to greeting people. Helena was relieved she wasn't expected to do the same. Just the thought of having to listen to person after person say how sorry they were for her father's death, that he was such a good man, would have her screaming and throwing hands.
They didn't know him; the real him. They only knew the fake facade he put up for everyone to see. She knew the real him; saw the real him.
She pushed those thoughts away as she walked around the people in the living room and sitting room. She walked to the stairs and took them, grateful that like always, she seemed invisible to everyone. The forgotten girl; the one who had killed her mother.
She walked down the hall slowly. She began undoing the buttons on her shirt when she reached her childhood bedroom. She pushed the door open and walked inside. She closed the door and pulled her shirt off. She looked up and was startled by Matthew sitting on her bed.
“I saw you speaking to Daniel,” he said softly. He looked up at her, his dark eye filled with worry. “You seemed sad and I wanted to make sure you were all right,” he added.
Warmth settled in her chest. Love. She knew it was love. She had stopped lying to herself the second time Matthew had touched her. His fingers on her skin, inside of her, felt right; he felt right. He saw her and knew her thoughts and her feelings.
“If I were to kiss you then go to Hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw Heaven without ever entering it,” Matthew whispered to her before his lips claimed hers.
That first kiss was seared into her soul. She had experienced a couple of other kisses, but they had been from boys. Boys, who fumbled as they moved close, who used too much tongue, who kissed her like she was their sister.
Matthew was a man.
He kissed her like he had all the time in the world. His lips pressed softly against hers at first, then harder as he kissed her over and over. He sucked on her bottom lip, his tongue gently tracing it, before slipping into her mouth and stroking her tongue.
She had been a goner after that first kiss. Lost to him; owned by him.
There was no going back.
“Baby?” he whispered as he stood and walked over to her. He placed his hands on her sides and pulled her closer. “Are you all right?” he asked again.
She looked up at him. She reached up and stroked his beard, letting her fingernails scratch at it. “I am now,” she breathed out. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
He smirked. “Aren't you afraid we will get caught?” he asked as he leaned down.
She got wet thinking about having him, on her childhood bed, in her childhood room, while her whole family and friends were downstairs mourning her father.
“No, I'm not,” she breathed out. She grabbed his shirt and yanked it open, buttons flying everywhere. “I want you again.”
“Greedy,” he whispered to her.
“For your cock?” she muttered as Matthew's lips hovered above hers. “Yes.”
He kissed her and she felt his hands pulling her closer. He pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. She pushed his shirt off and ran her fingers along his chest, playing and tugging with his chest hair. She ran her fingers down his stomach and to his belt. She pulled away from him and walked over to her bed. She sat on it and pulled at his belt, undoing it and the button on his pants. She looked up at him, smiling as she saw him watching her. She slowly unzipped the zipper and pushed his pants open.
“I don't know if I can get hard again,” he admitted.
She smiled. “Admitting you are old?” she teased as she reached in and took his cock in her hand. She stroked it as she leaned closer and kissed the tip.
He brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She felt his thumb brush her cheek. “Maybe,” he said with a half smile. “But you happen to like my old cock,” he added.
She nodded. “I do,” she breathed on the tip.
She didn't hesitate a moment longer. She took his tip in her mouth and sucked on it. She drooled down his cock and wrapped her hand around it and stroked it up and down. His cock was half hard and she felt it pulse and grow harder as she sucked on it and stroked it. She swirled her tongue around his cock tasting the slight twinge of saltiness that was all him. She got wetter as she hollowed her cheeks out and bobbed her head up and down as Matthew's cock grew hard in her mouth. She looked up at him when he groaned low and deep in his throat. He began to gently jerk his hips in her mouth as he grabbed her hair and held her head still.
“Shit, Helena,” he moaned as she opened her mouth more and let him use her mouth as he had earlier her cunt, “your mouth is just as fucking warm and welcoming as your cunt,” he looked down and she saw his pupil was blown making his eye look black. “I wonder if your other hole is the same,” he growled.
Helena whimpered. She reached down with her other hand and began to stroke and rub her clit. She winced and hissed. Her clit was sensitive as was her core. But she ached and felt empty. She looked up at him as she pulled up her skirt. She saw Matthew look down and watch as she rubbed her clit.
“Needy little slut,” he breathed out. “Again? You need me inside of you again?”
She whined as he pulled his cock from her mouth. She felt the tears form in her eyes as she rubbed her clit harder. She nodded. “I do,” she admitted. “Please, Matthew, please give it to me.”
“You want it?” he demanded.
“I need it,” she whined and cried.
Matthew's eye got dark. He looked almost evil with the black eyepatch over his other eye socket, and his other eye darkening. He tugged her hair pulling her to her feet. His hands ripped at her skirt, she heard the material tear and he pulled it off. He shoved her on the bed and she fell on it, on her hands and knees. Matthew slapped one of her ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room. She moaned.
“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he growled as he pulled her legs apart.
Helena let her head fall forward as she felt Matthew's cock tip rub her swollen folds. She hissed and gripped her comforter. He teased her, rubbing it around her clit and folds over and over. She pushed her hips back but felt his hand between her shoulder blades. He shoved her head down more.
“You're take what I give you and enjoy it,” he hissed.
She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt his hand move to the back of her neck. He pinned her down as he notched his cock at her entrance. She fisted the sheets more as he pressed into her, slowly. She cried, the sound muffled by her face buried in her comforter.
“If it hurts, fucking tell me, Helena,” he hissed. “I want you to feel good not pain.”
She didn't say anything. It did ache and hurt but it was already leaving. She could feel the pleasure as he pressed further inside of her, filling her. His cock pressed deeper in this position. She pushed back needing to feel him, all of him, in her. She felt his pubic hair against her ass and knew he was completely seated inside of her. She felt his fingers tighten on the back of her neck.
“Fuck, baby, you've got me feeling like a horny teenager again,” he moaned as he dragged his cock from her. “I get in the same room as you and I need to bend you over and fuck you over and over,” he added.
Helena pushed back against him when he thrusted into her, feeling her again. She whined and it seemed to flip the switch in Matthew. He growled and grabbed a hold of her hip. He held her in place and began to pound in and out of her.
He began to use her like she was a fleshlight or some sex doll; seeking his own pleasure.
And it made Helena wetter.
She moaned and drooled on top of Sailor Moon's face on her comforter as Matthew fucked her hard and fast. She closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. It was what she had wanted; how she had always wanted him to have her.
Especially on this day.
She didn't want tender and soft. She wanted hard and rough.
Their moans echoed in the quiet room. The sounds from downstairs, the muffled voices, the clattering of dishes rose up but didn't drown out the sound of Matthew's cock sliding into Helena's wetness over and over. He growled and muttered under his dirty words; calling her a cock slut, a needy whore, his perfect cock sleeve.
It pushed her closer and closer to falling over the edge.
She felt Matthew's thrusts become jerky and the first splashes of his seed inside of her. She moved one of her hands between her legs and began rubbing her clit. She cried as it hurt her to rub it; it was so sensitive. But the pain mixed with the pleasure and pushed her further to the edge.
“I won't leave you behind, Helena,” he grunted as he let go of the back of her neck. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her back on his cock with every thrust. “Let fucking go,” he growled.
Helena rubbed her clit harder. Matthew thrusted hard into her, his tip pressing deep; Helena saw stars. She cried out his name, her voice breaking and stuttering as her body fell over the edge.
She passed out and slumped down. It was too much for her body to take but as she came to, feeling Matthew rutting against her ass as he filled her, it was what she wanted.
She whined and whimpered as she clenched around his cock, getting every last drop. She felt Matthew slump over her, his chest pressing into her back. She sighed as she felt his kisses on her neck and shoulder.
“No more,” he said.
She whined. “Matthew,” she whispered.
“No,” he bit the skin at the back of her shoulder gently. “You are sore and I will not make it worse,” she felt his fingers rub the skin of her hips. “I promise you, baby, now that I have had you, I will be fucking you over and over.”
Helena moaned. She felt Matthew move one of his hands. He pressed it over hers and held it. She closed her eyes and sighed, loving his weight draped over her.
“Helena?” they stilled as Helena's eldest brother, James, asked as he knocked on the door. “Larissa sent me up to make sure you come down to get something to eat. She commented that you were looking a bit too pale and skinny.”
Helena's brain was still in its post fucked bliss fog. She wasn't sure she could form completely sentences.
“Better answer him before he comes in here and sees just how desperate you were to have my cock,” Matthew whispered in her ear.
Helena cleared her throat and licked her lips. “I'll be down soon,” she managed to call out.
“Okay,” James answered.
Helena held her breath as she listened to her brother walk away. Matthew rutted against her again and she whimpered.
“Next time,” he whispered, “we are doing this in my bed,” he kissed her neck, “and I will tie you to it and have you over and over,” he paused as he rutted into her again, “and over.”
Helena closed her eyes and moaned. “You promise?” she whispered.
“I fucking swear it,” he added.
Helena smiled. She turned and Matthew leaned in closer. He kissed her and she kissed him back. She held his hand tight.
She wasn't going to let him go.
A week and a half later...
Matthew's hand shook. He turned and looked at Helena.
“Do we have to tell them?” he asked.
She laughed. “You are the one who sounds like they are eighteen,” she said.
He sighed and let her take his arm and pull him up the walk way of her childhood home. Her whole family was there waiting for them.
Well, waiting for her.
Helena had called them telling them she had some important news and wanted the whole family to know. They, as Helena had told him, probably thought it was about her university prospects.
It wasn't.
It was about how four days before, Matthew and Helena had gotten married at the courthouse. (And fucked in the bathroom of said courthouse, but Matthew was pretty sure Helena wouldn't be telling her family that part).
It hadn't taken Helena much to convince him; her hushed I love you, Matthew, as she had impaled herself on his cock followed by, I want to be your wife. I want you to fuck babies in me and he had been all in.
Matthew wasn't sure that she wasn't pregnant right then; she had never took the morning after pill he had bought for her and he had never worn a condom.
And they had been fucking each other on every single surface of his apartment; twice even.
“Helena, about time you,” Matthew heard James' sentence stop as Helena walked into the home and pulled him behind her. “Helena?” he asked.
Matthew did not close the inside door behind him, just the screen door. He was all about the quick exits. He felt Helena squeeze his hand.
“You all know Matthew St. Vincent,” she said softly.
“We do,” Claire said a slight tease in her voice, “some more than others,” she added as she winked at her older brother.
Matthew watched as her husband, Daniel smiled his way. He bowed his head at them.
“Well, I would like to reintroduce you all to him,” Helena paused as she held his hand tighter. She brought their hands up for everyone to see, “as my husband.”
Matthew watched as Helena's brothers all looked at each other. Their wives looked at each other, their husbands, then him and Helena.
Suddenly the room erupted in Hmong; loud, angry Hmong and Matthew stood there. Helena let go of his hand and walked more into the room waving her hands at her brothers.
He found himself smiling.
Even though the voices were loud and seemed angry, Matthew could hear the love underneath it all.
He turned and slowly closed the inside door.
He decided he would be staying.
They were his family too now, after all.