Incendiary (Inferno 4)

Chapter Seven

She fumbles at first.

Reaching in for my stiffening dick, she accidentally manages to scratch my shaft as she wraps a trembling hand around it, then instantly looks up at me with fear in her eyes, but I chuckle as I shake my head.

“You’ll make it all better in a minute here, Skylar. Now go on and show Daddy what you remember.”

The table thumps as Richter gets angrily to his feet and attempts to leave the room, but as he makes his way by me, I reach out and grab him by the elbow.

Roughly jerking him toward us, I shove him against the table, “You want to see up close? Fine by me. Pull that chair out and sit your ass down. You’re only excused when I say you are.”

The low rumble in my tone seems to shake him slightly because he finally fucking does as he’s told. But when he turns his face away, I reach over and grab him by the scruff of the neck and force him to look at me.

“I hate you,” he mumbles through tears and trembling breaths.

“Good. I’ve never found much purpose in loving someone that gave you life,” I reply with a nod.

My thoughts instantly turn to Taylee and the feeling of how much I grew to hate her starts to flow through me. I loosen my grip on him just enough to let him know that I’m willing to give him one last chance.

“Now pay attention or I’ll fucking kill you after she’s done.”

He angrily swats my arm away from him and lowers his eyes toward Skylar.

“Go on,” I tell her for what seems like the hundredth time.

I’m getting sick and tired of repeating myself.

She should know better by now.

But when she finally manages to pull my cock free from my boxers, I lean back a little in my chair and give her my full attention.

I’m not here for the fucking pleasure I know I’ll get. I’m here to instruct, to teach them how families should be run, and hopefully be able to take a backburner for a while sooner rather than later.

Skylar starts slowly.

She takes the head of my dick into her mouth and gives it a gentle enough suck, before turning her eyes up toward me to make sure that I’m satisfied with how she’s handling it.

I nod as I lay a hand on the top of her head and push it back down.

I’m not in the mood for nice and slow because that’s not what I fucking taught her to do.

I give her head a shove and when she starts to choke on my dick I glance at the boy. He’s watching like I told him to, and I think he may even be growing some hair on his balls watching his sister.

“Good girl, Skylar,” I tell her in an even tone. “Just keep doing what Daddy taught you.”

I refuse to let my enjoyment show in my voice.

Above all else, I’m a man.

One with needs and ever since Darby took her little tumble, I’ve had to get used to someone else’s mouth around my dick all over again.

Skylar shows promise, but she’ll never be as good as her mother was.

But she continues her sloppy little attempt to suck my dick as best as she can, stopping for gasps of air before swallowing it down as far as her throat as she can.

My eyes turn back down to her when she finally pulls her mouth away and starts to stroke me with her hand. She’s better at that than she is sucking on it, but she’ll figure it out eventually.

With a chuckle, I reach down and grab her under her arms and hoist her up onto the table.