Axel

I woke up to an empty bed, and though I wanted to search for her, I decided to linger in bed a while longer, reminiscing about last night.

She let me have her. All of her. Freddi Amelia Thompson, shy and nerdy as she was, gave me the privilege of taking her virginity.

What if she regretted it?

No. She wanted it. She made that clear.

And Heather slapped the living shit out of me for being stupid. She busted my lip, but I didn't care, when she talked some sense into me, and slightly bruised my ego in the process, I felt so guilty.

With a sigh, I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, and pulling on a pair of sweatpants, I made my way downstairs to find Freddi.

When I entered the kitchen, Freddi was talking on the phone, wearing only my shirt and a pair of leggings. I frowned slightly with guilt as I watched her wince with nearly every step as she prepared an omelet.

"Mom, I didn't know that you were coming back. I'm spending Thanksgiving with my boyfriend," Freddi said, reminding me of today's date. "Well I understand you wanted it to be a surprise, but I have plans and I can't just change them," she sighed, still not noticing my presence.

"Fine. Babe, can my mom come over for—!" Freddi's yell was cut off as she finally turned to face me.

I smirked slightly as I walked over to her and planted a swift kiss on her lips. "Yeah. She can come over," I whispered huskily in her ear, causing her to shiver slightly.

"Um. He said that's fine, you could meet his parents too," she murmured in one breath as I placed my hands on her hips.

"Okay mom, see you soon," Freddi cleared her throat before hanging up, causing my eyebrows to furrow.

"Why not say you love her?" I asked.

"It's hard to love people you don't know. She hasn't been around since I was twelve and much has changed since then," she said. Her tone matched her expression, and though her eyes were cast downward I knew the same thing would be evident in them– emotionless.

I blanched slightly at her harsh words. "Okay yeah, but she's still your mom," I offered, hoping to get a better explanation.

"Heather's been more of a mom to me than Meredith has ever been," she muttered quietly.

Freddi had told me before that she was upset with her mother for always being at work and not being able to stop her dad, but I didn't think it was that bad.

"Okay! If parents are coming then you have to help me with the turkey!" I changed the subject, sensing that it was unlikely for me to get much more than a grumbled response from her.

Stepping away from me, she put her omelet on a plate before turning to face me. "I was hoping we could have round two of what we started last night," she said quietly, standing on her toes to wrap her little arms around my neck.

I groaned softly. This little woman was going to be the death of me.

"Uh. I would but, I'm sure you're pretty sore and I—" I said halfheartedly before she cut me off.

"Yes but, you can kiss me better right daddy?" Freddi asked, stifling a laugh as she hooked one leg around my hip.

My eyes instinctively shut as I felt my dick twitch. "Oh sweet fucking fuck, what happened to my good girl?" I groaned, placing her on the counter.

"You didn't keep her happy, so she turned bad," Freddi giggled as I ripped her leggings right down the middle.

"Well I'm very sorry I did that," I muttered as I begin placing open-mouthed kisses on her neck. As she groaned in obvious delight, I moved my thumb against her clit in slow circular motions.

Freddi's frustrated groan resounded through the room as her fingers left my neck to grab the edge of the counter. I grinned at her response, before bending down and roughly spreading her legs before pulling one over my shoulder.

I licked her clit softly, feeling her entire body shudder as she visibly struggled to control her breathing.

Her head fell back as she let out a small shriek. I pulled back slightly, chuckling quietly as one of her hands reached out to anchor itself in my hair, keeping me in place.

"Shh," I mumbled, knowing that the vibration would drive her insane.

"Ah!" Freddi whined, tugging my hair harder. Unwillingly, I began thrusting my hips up, grinding the air as my erection was becoming slightly painful.

Ignoring my pain for her pleasure I muttered truthfully, "I could do this all day," before returning my tongue to her clit causing her to whimper with pleasure. All of her sounds made me smirk slightly against her core, my ego boosted by the amount of pleasure I put her in.

"Axel..." Freddi breathed in a drawn-out moan.

Pulling back, I slapped the side of her ass cheek with my hand, forcing her to gasp and lift her hips. I didn't hit her hard, just enough to get her attention.

"What's my name baby?" I asked gruffly.

"Daddy, please..." Freddi keened quietly.

I returned to my ministrations, snaking my tongue over her clit and licking faster as her hips began matching my movements, signaling her nearing her orgasm.

Realizing this, I sucked her clit firmly between my lips, flicking the little nub harshly with my tongue.

Freddi crashed, back arching as she called out, "Daddy!" She trembled against my tongue but I held fast, determined to catch every drop of her in my mouth.

I was nearly finished when we both stilled, hearing three different voices.

"Freddi Amelia!" Mrs. Thompson, I presumed.

"Not in my kitchen Axel!" My mother.

Before the voice, I hated all most as much as my own father's, "Seriously Slade?"

Lucas Keaton.

My stepfather.

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Published: I FORGOT. :P
Edited: 01/19/18

And again on: 09/22/18  

—Halo