CHAPTER 43. f*****g LOSE MY MIND
"Oh my God. Oh f**k. Oh... yes. Oh, crap."
The words tumbled out of my mouth in a disjointed, breathless litany, a prayer to the profane gods of pleasure that had taken over this room. My moans were loud, filling the humid air, bouncing off the walls that had once held the innocence of my childhood.
Dad’s fingers were relentless. They moved vigorously in and out of me, establishing a punishing rhythm that offered no quarter. In, out. In, out. Fast, hard, and without a shred of mercy. He wasn't just touching me; he was claiming the wreckage he had made.
I could hear everything. The room was filled with the wet, slick sounds of friction—a lewd, slurping noise that echoed with every thrust of his hand. It was the sound of total exposure.
My body was shaki
