CHAPTER 42. A VERY LONG NIGHT
Dad continued pounding hard into me without a shred of mercy. We were lit, consumed by a fire that had burned away the rest of the world. At some point, the frantic rhythm of Mom knocking on the door had ceased. The silence from the hallway was heavy and ominous; she had probably given up, or perhaps the shock had simply stunned her into a retreat. But inside the room, there was no silence. There was only the wet, visceral sound of our bodies colliding and the ragged tear of our breathing.
Then, the tension snapped.
The both of us orgasmed for the last time on the bed, a simultaneous detonation that shattered whatever was left of my sanity. Dad held tightly against me, his grip bruising, shaking violently as if a dam were breaking inside him.
"Oh, God!" we
