EroticReverie

Layla - Present

"She's not a half bad whore." Devins father says, when he's finally "done" with me for the night. 

Devin growling at his father as I stand there naked, dripping cum down my legs as his father claps him on the back and leaves the hotel room.

"Enjoy your night together, and happy birthday Layla!" He calls over his shoulder with a chuckle and the door slams shut , making me flinch. 

Devin's lips tightening as he looks at me. 

"You let him fucking cum inside of you?" He snarls through his teeth and my brows pinch.

"It's not like I had a fucking choice!" I hiss.

"Watch yourself Layla" he warns and I suck in a breath and huff it right out. 

"Then dont look at me like this is MY fault!" I argue and his jaw ticks.

".Look at the fucking shit we're in!" He yells at me and I jerk my head back.

"I told you we shouldve stopped a long time ago!" I yell at him. 

"Watch your fucking tone" He growls through his teeth. 

I cross my fucking arms and glare at him. 

"Quit throwing a fucking tantrum." he snaps.

"Go take a fucking shower." He snarls. 

"You're the one who let him get away with it! If you really wanted me, you'd have told him no! If you loved me you wouldnt have let him have me!" 

"You said you didnt want your sister finding out!" He yells, his voice bellowing through the room. 

"You barely even tried to talk him out of it!" I argue.

"Layla, lower your damn voice, right now." He growls as he walks over to me. 

"No! I'm mad! You never let me talk! You always make me feel like I'm stupid or being crazy!" I yell at him. 

"We'll getting us caught doesnt make you very bright, now does it Layla?" he snips and my eyes widen. 

"How is this MY fault?! I'm not the one who has been bringing a teenage girl to a hotel for two fucking years to screw her in secret! I'm not the one who BEGGED to keep this going when I told you we needed to stop!" I yell at him. 

"I'm warning you Layla, lower your fucking voice!" He yells at me. 

"YOU FIRST!" I yell back at him and he grabs my by my arms and shakes me as I yelp, and then my back is slammed into the wall , my head knocking against it as he growls. 

"That one god damn thing your sister does better than you....and that's keeping her fucking mouth shut and knowing her fucking place." he growls at me. My jaw clenches. 

"i hate you" I cry, tears filling my eyes. 

"you wish you fucking hated me Layla." he growls and then grabs me and pulls me to the bathroom.

"Now take a fucking shower, and clean my fathers sperm from your fucking cunt." he snarls and pulls the door shut leaving me in there alone. I lift my hands, throwing silent middle fingers at him. Fuck you. Fuck you. 

Half an hour later, I'm cleaned, wrapped in a towel, and walk out, finding him standing on the balcony, smoking outside of our room. His head turns when I walk out.  I just stand there, looking at him, my wet hair down, my hand clutched near my breasts, holding the small towel closed around me. 

"Come here baby" he says softly and I swallow down the rest of my anger, my feet carrying me to him and his open arms. 

I rest my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around him. 

"It's okay baby, I forgive you" he says and I roll my eyes, but rub my cheek on his bare chest anyways, because I'd rather be in his arm than alone. 

"I forgive you too." I say, letting him know that im not the only one to blame here. 

"hm" he hums slightly and doesnt say anything and then pull me to the side and turns me to face the city. Always the exact same view, the exact same room. For two years we've been standing out here together. He reaches around and put the cigarette to my lips and I take it between my fingers. 

His hands grab my towel, pulling it away slowly. I take another drag as he drops the towel and then pushes down his pants at the front.

"I don't want you fucking him again Layla." he says and pushes his cock against my pussy.

"You're mine." he says and sinks into me and I gasp, the cigarette dropping down over the balcony as I grab the ledge and hold on as he grabs my hips and begins to fuck me. 

"He'll tell her" I moan as his cock fills me over and over, my nipples hard and my tits exposed to the skyline and the sun setting in the distance. His hand sliding up over my stomach, between my breasts , my back arching as my ass bounces off his hips with each thrust. His hand slipping around my neck, his mouth coming to my ear. 

"I wont share you Layla" he groans. 

"you already did" I whimper and he growls.

"I didnt see you putting up much of a fight to stop it either....you probably enjoyed yourself, didnt you?" He growls, and we're already back to fighting. 

Yes. I did. I didnt want to. But Devin's father fucked me just as good as Devin, and at least, he was fucking honest with me while he used me. It was a hard pill to swallow to know I'd let myself fall in love with someone who most likely , really doesnt truly love me. Fell in love with a man who just like fucking underage girls for the thrill of it. Grooming me to make me fall in love with him, so I do what he wants, when he wants it. His gifts, and his charm, were just to make it easier to tame me, to make me feel like I was special. 

"do you even love me?" I ask as I reach my hand up, reaching behind me and grabbing his neck, my tits bouncing as he fucks me harder.

"more than anything" he groans. 

"then why did you choose her?" I whimper and he groans and slides his hand from my throat, grabbing one of my breasts, his other hand reaching down, rubbing my clit. 

"Because she makes a better wife" he groans and I wince. 

"and she wasnt sixteen, like her pretty little fucking sister was" he groans and fucks me hard, deeper. 

"do you love me more than her?" I ask as he pushes me forward , my hands bracing again on the ledge as he yanks my hips back, making me bend over more.

"i've always loved you more, so much more Layla" he groans and I hiss as he goes even harder, making me fucking feel it in my stomach. 

"if you dont want me to fuck him....then leave her...be with me" I whimper. HE groans, and its not of pleasure, it's anger, annoyance.

"Dont Layla" he groans. 

"if you love me...be with me...i'm old enough now...be with me, i'll be a good wife" I whimper and he groans and slams deeper and I cry out. 

I've always agreed, that us being a secret was for the best. But now? I just didnt care what happened. Because either he loved me and wanted to be with me, or he didnt. I wanted him to prove it to me. To make his fathers words untrue. 

"Layla" he grunts and I look over my shoulder as he keeps his grip on my waist and fucks me faster.

"I'll be good for you, I promise, please, if you love me you'll leave her and be with me" I sound so fucking desperate, and god damn pathetic, but I cant help it. 

He pushes at my jaw and makes me turn my head back, facing away from him. 

"be quiet and be a good girl for me and just let me fuck you" he groans. 

Tears fill my eyes. 

"no more talking stupid Layla, you know I cant leave her" he groans and slams into me.

His cum filling me and he pants, leaning over, kissing my shoulder.

"You know I love you, but I can't leave her Layla. You know that. Don't ask me again." he says and slides out of me with a slight groan, and leaves me on the balcony. Cum dripping down my legs as tears drip down my cheeks.