Blissful Devastation (Leighton Lock Chronicles #1) (3 page)

“One woman not enough for you today, dad?” I ask nastily,
ready to tell her everything if it meant getting him out of here.

“SHUT IT, LEIGHTON, NOW. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE
FUCK.” He threatens me, my mother’s eyes widening at his blatant violence.

“What is he on about, James?” my mum asks him.

“Go on,
Daddy
, tell mum what i'm talking about. I'm
sure she’d love to know what your days entail.” I am getting ballsy, and I know
it’s only going to end up bad if I carry on, but I am sick and tired of the
shit he’s brought here.

“Nothing, Cassandra, go to the room, now.” He commands my
mum, and the look she gives him makes even me cower into myself.

“I’m sorry, say that again, James.” She requests of him.

“I said, get your fucking arse to bed. I will be there
shortly.” He is becoming aggressive and I can see the need to lash out,
building in him.

“Fuck you, you fucking prick.” She tells him in response. I
mentally high five my mum for her courage, she isn’t a weak little flower, my
mother can kick some arse and I am glad of the fact. That’s until she flies
into the wall, my father’s hand smashing into her cheek.

“I said. GET TO THE FUCKING ROOM.” He screams at her,
bending down to her height.

I don't resist or think twice about my actions, I run at
him, tackling him to the floor. I climb atop his body and lay punch after punch
to his face, ribs and stomach. “You touch her again and I’ll slit your fucking
throat you cunt.” I shout in between my punches.

I hope, in fact, that I might eventually kill him, smashing
him hard enough to murder the prick. “Leighton, please, get off of him.” My mum
begs, trying to pull at my arms.

I eventually leave him, his face bloody and smashed, his
body already showing bruises. “Now, you listen to me,
dad
, you leave,
you leave tonight and never come back here. We don't need you, nobody fucking
needs you. Go and find some silly little whore to fuck, like you do every day,
and leave our family alone. Or I will kill you.” I threaten him, standing up
and kicking his side once.

“I’m going to Josie’s. I can't be here, until he’s gone,
mum. So, until you get some sense, and kick his arse out, you’ll find me there.”
I walk past her.

“Leighton, please.” She begs me, tears streaming her face.
She has never seen me lose control like that, ever. It must have frightened her
in the least.

“Mum, I can't. Just, if he touches you every again, shoot
him please.” I shake my head again as I head out of the door. I walk around to
her house, my fists still clenched in tight balls.

I unlock her house and enter, finding her still asleep on
the lounge floor where I had left her. I scoop her up, blowing the nearly
smouldered, candles out. I hold her close to my body, her tiny frame sinking
into me. I walk to her room, gently placing her on the bed before stripping my
clothes and climbing in with her.

I stroke her hair softly, letting her warmth and love sooth
me and calm me. She doesn’t wake, simply accepts me and moulds into me.

I allow my eyes to close as I hold her to me, my hands once
again against her stomach, excited for the time when a huge bump is present.

I haven’t been home in three months, I can't bare too. I
visited once, a week after leaving, but he was still there, still smiling
smugly like the snaky, sneaky prick he is. I told my mother that day I wouldn’t
be returning, and I know I’ll keep to my promise, because if I go into that
house again and he’s there, I’ll be more than inclined to lodge a bullet in his
fucking brain.

I turn in the bed, trying to forgo the thoughts of three
months ago, now focusing on my pregnant fiancée sleeping next to me, her belly
now blossoming, growing by the day with our beautiful son inside. She is
twenty-five weeks pregnant now, over half way to delivering and bringing our
beautiful boy into this world. I know, and I’ll do anything to prove it, that I
will be the best god damn daddy that kid will ever know. There will not be a
kid in this world, as lucky as my son. He will want for nothing, he will never
fear and will never have to endure the kind of childhood I did.

“Morning, baby.” I whisper as Josie rolls over to her side
and flutters her eyes open. She smiles sweetly to me, her hand reaching down to
her stomach to rub it. I join her there, connecting our fingers together,
interlocking ourselves as we cherish the space our child grows. “Sleep well?” I
ask her considerately, leaning forward and kissing her forehead.

She shuffles closer to me, laying her head to my chest,
where my heart thumps a steady rhythm. “Perfect, you?” I can feel her tiny,
warm breaths against my chest, tickling the smattering of hairs I have.

“Perfect.” I mimic her, lying through my teeth. I haven’t
slept well for three months, continuously watching and waiting for something to
happen. I didn’t trust that my father would let this thing between us go, he is
too sly and sick for that. He hasn’t got a heart, and it’s that, that I fear
the most. I fear that he will come when I least expect it, doing something
utterly unforgivable, treating me like one of his jobs.

I will be ready, there is no way I’d let him get to me, I
was needed now, I was important to someone. There are two people counting on
me, counting on me to protect them, keep them safe and treasure them. And I do,
with my life, I would pay the greatest sacrifice to have them breathing another
breath on earth.

“Good, I know you don't sleep well normally.” How she knows
that, I don't know, I have tried to conceal it from her, not wanting to stress
or worry her too much.

“I sleep fine, sweetheart.” I lie again, smiling to her and
then kissing her head of curls.

“Don't bullshit me, babe. I’ve been sleeping next to you for
the past three months, and nearly every night you wake me up with her shakes
and rages. I hope you are okay, if you need to talk about everything that’s
happened, please talk to me. I don't want you losing the plot over that
deranged arsehole.” She tells me, acting as though she is the protector in this
partnership.

“I’ll be fine, Angel. Nothing for you to worry about, you
just keep that baby in their living and breathing, and make sure I get to hold
you every night and I’ll be fine. I'm a big boy, I can deal with my issues.
Besides, you don't need any more bullshit in your life.”

“Your issues are my issues, Leighton. The moment you put
this ring on my finger, and this child in my stomach, you became everything.
You are my everything, every problem you have is mine, every tear you shed I
shed with you, every beat of your heart connects to the very same beat of my
own.” I laugh softly at her sweetness.

“What’s funny?” she asks me, almost offended that I laughed
at her mushy outburst of affection.

“Nothing, Pet, just your lovely little speech. Just know,
Angel,” I roll her onto her back, moving my body to go atop of hers. “I feel
the same. There isn’t anything in this world that could stop how I feel for
you, and for our baby.” I lean down and place my lips gently against hers,
kissing her gently. She grinds herself against my morning wood, her heat
infusing me already.

“Good morning.” She says looking down my body, even though
she can't see over her bump to my erection.

I push forward, poking her with it. “Morning, Precious.” I
reply seductively, lowering my head again and kissing her neck, breathing in
her heavenly natural scent. There is nothing in this world quite like the
intoxicating smell of Josie Carter, soon to be Josie Lock.

“Ahhh, Leighton.” Josie moans out, her hands reaching round
me, one laces in my hair, the other trailing my back to my arse. I smile into
her neck, knowing I can affect her in such a way, she is driven mad.

“Come on, baby, tell me. Ask me what you want to?” I
instruct her as I grind myself into her more roughly. I keep myself off of her
stomach, only our groins touching. My arms frame her head, my hands keeping my
upright. My biceps are tensed and straining to keep myself up when all I want
to do is drop down and use my energy in pounding the crap out of her, to
relieve some pressure that has built.

“You, always fucking you. Please.” She begs me, breathless
already. Who am I to refuse such a delectable woman. Her body is insane, even
pregnant, just the sight of her makes me harder than it ever had. Her tits had
grown, becoming more than a handful each, and so sensitive my very touch made
her moan in ecstasy.

“Oh, princess, there is nothing I’d like more than to have
you wrapped around my hard cock, but you see, I have a busy day today, so I
must dash.” I climb from her body, walking across the room to the bathroom. I
lock myself inside and try not to laugh as I hear her slight scream of
frustration, then her tiny feet pad the floor to the door. I nearly piss
myself, with laughter that is, when she pounds at the wood.

“Leighton fucking Lock, open this door now. You make me cum
right this second, or so help me god I will rip your dick off and have it made
into a fucking vibrator.” I cringe at that thought, not that seeing her please
herself with her many toys wasn’t a turn on, because fuck me, seeing a fake
cock plunging inside her warm depths whilst I fuck her arse is one of the best
things I’ve experienced, but I wasn’t inclined to the thought of it being my
dick, not attached to my body.

“Babe, the door is locked. You won't be able to rip my cock
off because you can't get in.” I tease her, running the bath and pouring some
baby friendly bubbles in. I’m not going to refuse her, I need to fuck her as
much as she needs me to, I just liked to wind her up and keep her on edge
sometimes.

“LEIGHTON!” she screams in a high pitched voice, the door
rattling as her foot kicks it.

Jesus, she is desperate for a fuck.

“Please, let me in, I need it.” She cries, whether real or
not I don't know, her pregnancy hormones make her weepy at the silliest things.
Like little blue socks at the shop, or the tiny baby nappies we’ve bought.

I unlock the door, backing away quickly to stand on the
other side of the bath tub, away from the wrath of Josie.

“You fucking arsehole.” She moans, when she comes in,
stalking towards me in all her nakedness. And, fuck, if she doesn’t look
delicious enough to eat, repeatedly, over and over, all day fucking long.

“What, I was making you a nice bath, for after.” I smile at
her, trying to get away with tormenting her the way I had. I know Josie, very
well, I know Josie well enough, to know that sex four times a day isn’t enough,
that her sex drive is higher than mine, and when she is being denied she turns
into a crazy mother fucker.

“After?” she questions me, her greedy eyes eating me.

“Yes,
after
, angel.” I tell her, rounding the tub and
heading to her.

“After what?” she asks again, her eyes a mixture of
confusion and arousal.

“After breakfast.” I tell her, winking.

I lift her body up, wrapping her tones legs around me, her
bare pussy slippery and wet against the hard ridges of my cock. I walk to the
bathroom unit, placing her down gently on it, then pushing her to lie back.
“Breakfast is served.” I tell myself aloud, licking my lips in appreciation and
hunger as I push open her legs.

“Fuck.” She hisses between her teeth as I separate her
delicate folds with my fingers, trailing a finger through her moistness.

“Yes, fuck indeed.” I say, smiling sexily to myself.

I bend forward, keeping her thighs apart with my hands as I lean
in and take a teasing lick between her labia, flicking her already swollen cit,
with my needy tongue. “Jesus, this is better than fucking pancakes.” I express
as I lap at her, drinking her sweet nectar, prepared to drain the mother fucking
life from her, if it means tasting this every minute of the day.

“Ahh, Ahh, Ahh.” She cries out, pushing herself up onto me,
fucking my face, taking everything she wants from me.

I pull away abruptly, standing up and leaning over her. I
run my hand over her sex, slipping two fingers inside of her as I press my lips
to hers. “Like that, Baby? Does it feel good having my fingers inside your
tight little pussy?” I question her, knowing she likes it when I let the dirty
thoughts slip out.

“Yes, fucking yes. More, give me more, Leighton.” She pleads
me, pushing herself down hard against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper inside
of her.

“Naughty girl.” I moan out, feeling her juices slippery
around my fingers as she pushes herself to an orgasm. “That’s it baby, fuck
yourself with my fingers, harder, fuck yourself harder, I want to feel you
coming on them, hear you screaming and moaning my name when you do. You know
who owns you, Josie? Me, I fucking own you, now give it to me, let me have it.”
I command her, fucking her cunt hard with my fingers, pushing against her front
wall, preparing her cum.

“Yes, Leighton, you own me, you own everything about me. I'm
going to cum baby.” Josie screams at the top of her lungs, her breathing
becoming sharp and short, her body convulsing and spasming around my hand as
she is hit with it. Her climax sears through her, causing her body to shake and
tremor as every ounce of energy is sucked from her.

I bend down as she continues to cum, putting my lips to her
clit as my fingers continue fucking her. I suck on it hard, biting down on the
little nub. “Ahhh, Leighton. Please, I want your cock in me.” Josie exclaims to
me, her hands struggling to find my arse to pull me up to her. She can't find
it, so results to using my hair. She claps the strands and halls me up her
body, her hand reaching round when my arse is in reach. She pulls hard, lining
our bodies, forcing my cock into her as we meet.

“Oh shit.” I hiss out, trying to stop myself coming already.
She is so tight, a wet, hot sheath for my cock. Her cunt strangles me, gripping
fiercely down on me, suffocating the blood flow around me.

“You want it, Angel, you’ll fucking have it.” I inform her,
preparing her for what I know she loves. My girl is dirty, a filthy fucking
bitch who isn’t sated without her pussy being thoroughly fucked.

I have spoken with the midwife, asked about sex during
pregnancy, and she said sex is fine, even mine and Josie’s tastes, being the
rough and hard kind. She said if anything, the continuous firm rocking should
help calm the baby.

With the Docs go ahead, Josie and I have been like animals.
Fucking all the time, unable to get enough of one another, and with her
hormones sky high, her arousal just doesn’t falter, she is always horny, always
wanting cock, and I’m more than inclined to give it to her.

“Please.” She begs once more, before words are stripped from
her vocabulary and all that is left are the loud cries and screams as I fuck
her mercilessly.

I use one of my hands to stroke and tease her tight clit as
my cock slides in and out of her, my other hand fists her hair hard, pulling
her head to side as my lips attack her neck, sucking and biting her sensitive
skin. Every cry and plead for more has my balls tightening and threatening to
blow.

“You want my hot cum in you, baby?” I ask her for
permission, not that I’d listen anyway, her pussy is mine and therefore I will
squirt my load in there whenever I want to.

“Fuck yes.” She nods enthusiastically. I know, having been
told by her, that the feeling of me coming in her, sets her off on her own
climax.

I bite my lip, and begin thrusting a little harder, pulling
her hair harder. Her eyes roll back in her head, making me growl roughly as my
spine begins to tingle and my whole being begins to quake with release.
“Coming.” I say simply, smashing into her once more, before spilling the
capacity of my balls in her.

“Leighton.” She says my name, breathlessly and gravely as
she cums, her hands scoring at my back, engraving her mark to the flesh she
owns.

“Wow. It just never ceases to amaze me. Fuck, how do you
know how to do that?” she asks me, when she finally regains her breath.

“Angel, I just know your body and what it craves.
Fortunately, it craves exactly what I want to give you. My cock, whenever,
wherever.” I kiss her once more, before standing and slipping from her pussy. I
take her hand and pull her up, so she is sitting. I pick her up once again, her
legs once again wrapping around my waist.

Her body is like jelly on me, trembling slightly, but I can
feel the beaming smile on her face as her head fits in the crook of my neck.

“Come, in we get.” I order her, lowering her into the warm
water, her beautiful body submerging in the warmth depths of water, the bubbles
flittering around her, covering her pert nipples.

“Oh.” I say sadly when they are shielded from me.

“What?” she asks me confused.

“That, those silly bubbles. They are taking you away.” I
pout my lip, pretending to be upset, knowing she loves to appease me and keep
me happy.

“Oh, well won't you look at that. Those silly bubbles have
taken them away haven’t they. Let’s see if I can fix that.” She pushes the
bubbles away, but then begins a relentless kind of torture, playing with her
swollen breasts, pinching her perfect nipples. Her body arches into her own
caress, making me a little mad.