“Aww. Hoping he will sympathy fuck you because your mean ol’ mommy called you fat?” she says with a mocking tone. Dante laughs when I smile at her. “What the fuck is so funny.”
Before I can say anything, Dante grabs me and kisses me hard. I think she is screaming at us but the world melts away. “Let’s go pack our shit. Best to just leave and find somewhere we can make new memories, huh?”
“Okay,” I smile.
“You two-faced little whore,” Mom screams at me. When she lunges, Dante steps in front of me. That prompts Danny to grab my mom and pull her back. “You fucked my husband?”
“Why? Jealous?” I ask. I won’t admit it because it could easily be used against him. “We’ve gotten what we need. Let’s go.”
We turn and walk out of the house and Mom slams the door behind us before watching us walk to my car. Before I get into the car, Dante turns me around and kisses me again. “Now you’re all mine,” I say with a sweet smile.
One week later
We have all our stuff packed and in our cars. We already had movers pick up the furniture that we are taking to the new place. We are doing one final petty goodbye before we move on. Mom is due to walk in at any moment so she’s going to walk in on us fucking. Why? Because we can. The divorce paperwork was filed so they are legally separated. She can’t touch us, or we will press charges for assault. Until we leave the house, we are still residents.
We have been fucking every chance we get now that we can do it openly. It’s still just as rough and unforgiving but now he’s been spending a lot of time taking care of me after he fucks me into a stupor.
We are watching her approach on the GPS. We see her pull into the neighborhood, so Dante locks his phone and kisses me. “Ready?” he asks with a devious smile.
“This is the most juvenile thing I’ve ever done… but yes,” I laugh.
“Good. Bend over,” he says. I turn and he bends me so that my hands are on the back of the couch.
“If you keep fucking me raw, you’re going to get me pregnant,” I warn him.
“Does that bother you?” he asks as he slowly fills me.
“Dear God, that’s good,” I groan. “Fuck, I want you to fill me up.”
“Say it. Say you want me to put a baby in your belly,” he demands as he tightens his grip and slams into me.
I cry out as pressure builds in my belly. “Yes! God, yes. I want you to put a baby in me, Dante,”
“That’s my girl,” he praises. He starts fucking me hard and fast, knowing she’s almost here. My legs are shaking, and I moan desperately when the door opens.
“What the fuck is this?” Mom shouts. Dante ignores her and continues to fuck me. “You little whore.”
Dante grabs me by the throat and pulls my head back so he can kiss me hard while thrusting into me. I am still moaning wildly against his mouth.
Mom moves like she’s going to grab me, but Dante’s booming voice makes her stop. “Touch her, and I’ll break your fucking hands,” he threatens. Mom takes a few steps back.
The world darkens momentarily when my orgasm washes over me. The moment it passes, I pull away from Dante. It’s like he’s reading my mind because the second I turn he grins when I bring myself to my knees. Mom gasps when I take him into my mouth and hollow my cheeks out sucking him.
“Fuck,” Dante groans as he takes over and starts fucking my throat. I relax and let him thrust deep as I suck on him. He is pushing so deep that it’s making my eyes water, but I keep my eyes on his. I can feel him pulsating in my mouth, so I suck harder, and his eyes roll back as he moans and pushes his cock down my throat. I drink him down as he comes. When he pulls out of my mouth, he puts himself away before taking my hand and helping me up from my knees.
Dante kisses me deeply and I pull away and giggle when I hear Danny clear his throat. “Ready to go home?” Dante asks me.
“So ready,” I say. I turn to Mom and she is fuming. “Bye, Hannah.”
“Excuse me?” she scoffs.
“That is your name, right?” I ask
“I am your mother...”
“You gave birth to me, but you are not my mother,” I snap. “You are a vile bitch who lives to tear others down. You have done this to yourself, so enjoy your life alone. And as for you, Danny… run. Trust me.”
Dante and I walk out, hand in hand, ready to start our life. If I have learned anything from my mother's neglect it’s that you get to make your family, it doesn’t make you. Blood means nothing.