by Dani René
He’s handsome when he’s smirking at me, and beautiful when he’s peacefully sleeping beside me. Reaching under the sheet, I find his cock, hard and proud, and wrap my hand around the rigid shaft. Slowly, I stroke him, causing a low groan to rumble in his inked chest. His skin, colorful and vibrant, moves when he breathes, and I’m hypnotized by the motion.
“Baby girl,” his sleepy grunt comes from those full lips. “If you keep that up I’m going to have to fuck you raw.” His threat has me squirming.
“Is that a promise? It is my birthday after all,” I remind him quietly as I continue jerking him off. It’s late in the evening already, and I’m hungry—or thirsty—for some of his sticky, hot mess.
He doesn’t respond, he hust rolls his body over mine and settles between my legs. He doesn’t wait, he doesn’t touch me, he merely drives into my body. His cock hitting so deep inside of me I have to arch my back to take him in. His hips pound me into the mattress, the pain and pleasure that rockets through me has whimpers tumbling from my lips.
“Baby girl,” he coos in my ear. “I have a special surprise for you tonight.” He tells me this as his cock owns me like it did even before I knew I needed it.
Opening my mouth, I attempt to ask him what he means, but his lips crash down on mine, stealing my words and my moans. Again and again, I claw at him as he moves faster, his hips slamming into me, fucking me into the bed. His ferocious grunts vibrate through his chest and into mine as he swallows my sounds of pleasure.
I’m his. He’s mine.
“Oh,” I whimper into his mouth. My nails dig into his flesh so hard they draw blood, causing him to hiss. Moments later, he fills me with his hot seed, reminding me that I need to take my pill. I must remember. I shudder as his fingers pinch my clit, sending me barreling over the edge and my mind is cleared of worry as I cry out his name.
Pike gently moves off me, pulling me into his arms before placing a kiss on my forehead. His arousal drips from my body, coating my thighs and the sheet below me.
“Sweet Molly and Daddy Pike, love each other with all their might. When they kiss, and when they fight. Molly never wants to lose her daddy, she never wants to cry. Because if Pike goes away, Molly will die.”
“Oh, baby girl,” he sighs, wrapping both of his arms around me. Pike pulls me on top of him, causing me to straddle his body. He doesn’t care that I’m still dripping his sticky fluids all over the bed. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?” He cups my cheeks in his hands, holding my face just so. Those deep blue eyes of his pierce me. They stab at me and I can’t help giggling.
“Yes, daddy. Can we go out tonight? It’s my birthday.”
He stares at me for a long while before nodding. “I have a place we can go.”
The Graveyard
Molly
Colors.
Bright swirly colors.
Everything tingles.
“Round and round we go. Where we stop, down we go. Into the hole, we follow the rabbit and the mole,” I squeal as I spin under the silver moon that hangs high in the dark sky. “Round and round we go. I want my Daddy to fuck my hole.” Giggling, I stop all movement to find Pike leaning against a tree, watching me as he smokes his cigarette.
“Are you happy, baby girl?” he questions, his voice thick and heavy, like hot chocolate mixed with whipped cream. My stomach rumbles loudly in the silence and another fit of giggles tumbles from my lips.
Colors spin.
I spin.
My head spins.
“It’s all spinny, Daddy,” I pout, finding Pike stalking closer to me. He places his hands on my shoulders to steady me, and those piercing eyes hold me hostage.
“Look at me, Sweet Molls,” he orders, his brows knitting together, making him look like a grumpy old man. “You’re my baby girl, if you want to go home—”
“No, Daddy!” I giggle. “Let’s play, please?” I drag the last word out, just like I always do so he can give me what I want, what I need.
He stares at me for a moment before nodding. “Let’s go.” He tugs me along behind him down the street. I skip along behind him, ignoring the weird people staring at me like I’m crazy. I’m not. I’m fine. I’m Daddy’s Sweet Molls.
Dropping my head back, I focus on the glinting stars that look down on me. They’re dancing against the blackness, waving and smiling at us. They know our love is pure. It’s true. Not sick. We’re perfect. I feel light, like a bird. I’m free.
“Molls,” Pike’s voice pulls me back to the present. Back to him. “Let’s go. We’re going to play now.”
I giggle when Pike leans in and grabs my legs. He throws me over his shoulder, causing me to squeal. The heavy thumps of his footsteps are the only sound beside the music in my head. It’s so colorful. When he finally sets me down, I turn to see the looming ornate metal before me. Gates. An entrance to a graveyard, but not any graveyard. This is where my parents are lying dead in the ground.
“It’s so quiet. It’s so dark. I’m going to do bad things in the park. They’re lying in wait, not breathing, not dreaming. I’m here to show them, how special I am. I’ll fuck my daddy on their grave without giving a damn.”
Bouncing on the balls of my feet as excitement skitters through me, I turn to see Pike smoking his cigarette, watching me from the wall. The red glow of the cherry is the only light glinting at me.
“Come on, Daddy,” I giggle, shoving open the heavy metal gate before I make my way into the empty graveyard. The large sliver of the moon hangs in the inky sky as we stroll side by side deeper into the darkness. The tombstones look like monsters fighting their way out of the ground, wanting to live once more.
The speed we hit earlier is starting to affect me more as we find ourselves at the two concrete stones that have my mother and father's names on them. It’s strange how rich people live; all their possessions no longer matter once they die. All my life I was shoved into doctors’ rooms, told to swallow pills, just to ensure I behaved when we had those fancy parties. My folks wanted to seem like the perfect family; mommy and daddy with their perfect little girl.
But no amount of money could fix the sickness in my father’s mind. He hated the word Daddy, he hated me for wanting hugs, but as soon as he’d finished his bottle of whiskey, he’d sneak into my room and show me how much he loved me.
“Sweet Molls,” Pike’s voice drags me from the dark memory. “Remember, they’re dead now. There’s nobody here who can hurt you.” His voice is calming as he convinces me that I’m safe. When Pike is around, I’m always safe.
Patrick and Molly-Anne, the two kids who ran away from the overpriced houses, fancy cars, and all the bullshit that came with being rich. We wanted more than that. More than what money could buy. We wanted love. And we found it with each other.
Even though I’ve found happiness, Pike’s given me something more. He’s fixed my broken parts. Each time we go out, he watches over me as my darkness is brought to light. The darkness that resides within me is something that I no longer fight. Pike allows me to play when I need it, when I need to let everything out.
We stare for a long while at the two graves where my parents are lying, decayed and rotten. Being nothing more than food for the insects that live beneath the soil.
“Sit.” Pike’s voice startles me. “We’re going to sit here, drink, and celebrate your life,” he smirks, pulling out the silver flask that was hidden in the pocket of his leather jacket.
We settle on the grass, my back against my mother’s tombstone, and Pike is settled against my father’s grave. He hands me the flask, which I take happily and gulp down a sharp, burning shot of whiskey.
I hand the object back to him, only to find his fingers pointing at me. Between the index and middle digits is a small square that I happily stick out my tongue for. Once he places it in my mouth, I smile, swallowing the drugs into my system.
“This is good. The best birthday ever,” I tell him honestly. The sky turns into rainbows, swirling together l
ike a mosaic of color. Pike reaches for me, his hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze. “Mmhmm,” I can’t help moaning from his touch. The sweetness of his fingers on my skin makes me tingle.
The high. The desire. The need.
It all comes crashing down around me and I open my legs for him. He picks up Gigi from the ground where I’ve set her beside me, and I turn to watch as he pushes the handle into his mouth. He sucks it until it’s wet with his spit, then shoves my panties aside.
“I need you ready for me,” he tells me. He moves slowly, gently, as if he’s making love to me. With the smooth handle of my favorite weapon inches it into me, deeper, and deeper. “Tell me, Molls,” he says as he continues fucking my pussy deep. “How much do you love me?”
“Loads, Daddy,” I whimper, my clit thrumming with pleasure rocketing through me as I try to focus on something—anything. “What’s real, Daddy?” I question, pointing at the purple trees in the cemetery. “Nothing is real anymore.”
“Look at me, baby girl,” Pike commands. His voice turns deep and commanding when he wants my attention. My eyes meet his, yearning is blazing between us. He pulls the knife from my wet cunt and pushes the handle into his mouth once more. I watch with a smile as he licks all of my arousal off the handle. “So good,” he tells me.
I move quickly, straddling him. “My father is probably watching us from hell right now,” I tell him. “He’s probably got a hard on from seeing me get fucked like that.” The sadness in my voice speaks volumes.
“Tell me you love me, Sweet Molls.”
“Molly loves Pike. Molly loves Daddy. She’ll always want him beside her, especially when she’s happy. Soaked in blood, soaked in cum, that’s when Daddy spanks her bum. I love my Daddy, he’s my love, and if any bitch comes near him, I’ll cut her open and bathe in her blood.”
“You’re perfect, sweet girl,” he tells me, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes begin to shimmer, looking like stars as the high hits me hard. I pull the smoke from between his lips and put it between mine. I suck in a lungful of air. My lungs protest, but I hold it in, my hips rocking against Pike as bliss trickles through my veins.
The evening air is warm, the blood racing through my veins tingles and my clit is needy for his touch, or his cock. Something. Anything.
“Daddy,” I say, looking at him once more. “Touch me. Make me feel good right here so he can see, so they can both see.” I roll my hips again, pouting at him. I know how to make Pike do anything I want.
“Jesus, Molls,” Pike grunts when the bulge in his jeans comes into contact with my pantiless core. “You’re ready to fuck right here? On their graves?” I nod quickly, my fingers moving to his belt, undoing it with a loud clunk. His zipper hisses in the darkness and I free Daddy’s donkey dick. With a smile, I flick the piercing, eliciting a growl from his lips.
Lifting myself, I position my pussy at the tip of his cock and gently impale myself on the thickness. I can’t help whimpering as he spears me open, spreading my smooth lips. Inch by inch, I feel full as Pike and I connect on the basest level two people can be.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he grunts when he’s fully seated inside of me. “My sweet Molly’s pussy is so tight.”
His words make me smile. I want a tattoo on my mound of his name. The thought comes to me quickly and I push it into my filed for later memories. Pike grips my hips, moving me back and forth. I hold onto the cold concrete of my father’s grave as I ride my Daddy into euphoria.
The Memory
Molly
I’ve loved Pike for a long time.
I remember when I first saw him sitting on the gravel, smashing stones together, attempting to kill something. It was the first time I heard him laugh. For a young boy, it was husky, almost dangerous. I realized that even though it shouldn't have, the tingle that raced through me would later become so much more.
The next time I laid my eyes on him, I had fallen and scraped my knee at the age of seven and I looked up into those big blue eyes. He sauntered up to me and said I was strong and shouldn't cry. Even though he’s younger than me, not by much, he has taken on the role that I’ve needed for far too long. The thing about it is, he doesn’t know what truly happened in the house I called home.
With Tobias gone, there’s only one other man that can hurt me if he ever finds me. But, with my strength, and with Pike looking after me, I know my father will not come near me. Thing is, if he really wanted to, he could break me and Pike up and that scares me.
He told me blood was beautiful. I remember the first time I drenched my hands in the crimson liquid that soon became my addiction. Beside Pike, I stood and watched as the girl gasped her last breath.
When anger consumes me, I don’t know what rational thought is. I recall that moment with vivid clarity. The day I finally stilled the demons in my head.
“Sweet Molls,” Pike smiles at me. We’re at the lake today with the rest of the class. There are so many girls in bikinis, but I’m still wearing my shorts and tank top. I don’t want to show off my body. Pike says I’m a hottie, he told me that the first day he kissed me like a boy kisses a girl he wants to fuck—ravenously.
The problem is, Pike isn’t meant to fuck me. We’re not allowed to have the feelings that we have. My body aches for him, though. It needs him at night. When all the lights are out, he creeps through my window and spends the night. And each time he lies under the covers with me, he pushes his fingers into my sleep shorts and makes me feel good.
He smiles when I whimper his name. Even though he shouldn’t, he does it because I beg for it. There’s nothing like the heat that coils in your stomach when pleasure rockets through you.
“There are too many people here,” I tell him. He’s seen me when I’m stressed, when anxiety takes its toll on me, but his hand slipping into mine makes me smile.
“I’ve got you, Sweet Molls,” he assures me. “We’ll be here together.”
“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” My tone is hopeful when I voice my question.
He sighs, running his free hand through his dark hair. It sits unruly on top of his head and I know he’s trying not to disappoint me by saying no.
“Pike,” the pretty blonde with big tits sidles up to him. She’s dressed in the smallest scrap of material I’ve ever seen. Whore, I think to myself. “Are you coming to get a beer?” She questions him while hanging off his arm.
“I’m good, thanks Britt,” he grunts, pulling the smoke from his lips. “I’ve got Molly to keep me company.”
She sneers my way, then giggles. “You shouldn’t be holding your cousin’s hand, Pike, some people may talk.”
“Then let them fucking talk,” Pike grunts out through his teeth. My body is already vibrating with anger. I watch her bounce away and then I glance at him. “Don’t pay her no mind, Molls,” he tells me, but he doesn’t meet my questioning stare.
Hours pass. We’re having fun, but Pike went for a piss about ten minutes ago and I don’t know why he’s not back yet. It’s dark and I can’t see much in the trees that circle the lake. Sighing, I rise and head in the direction he went.
I hear giggling as I get lost within the trees. Another soft moan and my body is heating with a fire so fierce, I’ve never felt anything like it before.
“Listen, I’m not interested,” Pike says to the darkness. I want to call to him, but I don't. Instead, I slowly make my way toward his voice. When I find him, the blonde bitch is all over him while he’s pushing her away.
Anger rockets through me and I see it. Red. Rage. Blood. My gaze darts around in the darkness, but there’s only branches near me. Leaning down, I run my hand along the forest bed and find a small rock on the ground.
I’m behind her before she notices me. Pike’s blue eyes are almost luminous when he sees me and that’s when I strike her stupid blonde head—again and again—spraying blood all over me. It’s sticky, metallic tasting. Her body falls into Pike’s arms.
“What the fuck, Molls,” he hiss
es and that’s when he looks into me. Right through my pain and he sees it.
“I love you, Pike.”
Pike kneels as he drops her. I tug her over and slam the rock into her perfect white teeth. Her face is crushed, and I take a moment to admire my handiwork.
“Now you’re a pretty whore,” I hiss at her, spitting on her beaten face.
“Christ, Molls,” Pike murmurs, pulling me up and into his arms. “I love you, but you can’t go doing shit like that.” He cups my face in his hands and holds me steady. Our gazes lock for a moment before he finally kisses me. His hands traveling over my small curves before he lifts me to his body. Spinning us around, he pushes me against the tree. He shoves my shorts down and dips his fingers into my panties, finding me wet and ready. “Did that make my little Molls wet?” He mumbles against my lips.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper when he fingers me deep and fast. His thumb circles my clit harshly, making my knees wobble. “Please, please, Daddy.”
“My little Molls,” he grins, taking on the nickname I give him with a filthy smirk. “Come for your Daddy, baby girl.” And I do. I fucking squirt juices all over Pike and the dead bitch lying on the ground.
Shaking my head of the memory, I settle in the chair in our kitchen. I was only sixteen, but I knew Pike was my person. Nobody understood me like he did and from that moment, to this one, I know that he’s the only man I’ll ever want near me. He gives me what I need, but more than that, he makes me better.
“Molls?” His voice comes from the doorway as he enters the apartment. He’s dressed in his faded black, torn jeans which hug his lean muscled thighs, and a white wife beater which gives me a delicious view of his inked flesh, and his black steel toe boots. A cigarette hangs from his lips as his blue eyes scan me. “What’s up, baby girl?” He sets the two mugs of coffee down, the early morning sun just rising on the horizon as he sits opposite me.
