The Sins Of A Father

Chapter Eight: Black





It had been a few days since Jimmy’s birthday.



Even if I had suffered, it is just so wonderful to see your children happy. Heh, before I even had this wonderful family, I was the type to be so cold-hearted. Well, I still am in a way, but never with my two sons and my wife. Those are the only people I will ever be human around. To the rest of the people, I will act like a right bastard. I mean, that’s what I do BEST. You have to act like you have an iron rod shoved up your arse when you\'re dealing with people outside of the home.



Or else they’ll take advantage of you.



Trust me, I know this little detail all too well.



Now, do you know what the best thing is a man can wake up to first thing in the morning?



Go on, guess…



Well, its nice to hold someone and waking up to feel the warm, loving body belonging to your partner against your own.



But that was not really the wonderful thing I was talking about.



Don’t get me wrong, its wonderful to feel loved.



But it\'s just an added bonus to feel the your partner’s soft, heated lips around your morning glory.



I opened my eyes slowly while giving a deep moan in the back of my throat, gazing down to one of the views I always loved. The black velvet silk covers were all bunched up at the bottom of the bed, giving me a clear, and lovely, view of my wife’s head bobbing up and down, my cock sidling in half way, then out to be softly suckled at the tip, lapping my precum like a little kitten for its morning breakfast.



I gave another hearty moan. “Fuck…” I half gasped and half whispered, rocking my hips gently, making sure she didn’t choke. She just giggled around her mouthful, looking up so achingly slow, her emerald eyes sparkling in absolute mischief, carding through with a hand, ever so gently, to my dark nest of curly pubes.



I turned away to look at the morning sun through the half opened curtains into the large double-glazed window. Since I knew I’d come if I kept on staring at Lily while she was sucking me off, I closed my eyes, letting all thoughts go, just focusing the main pleasure of my favourite part of my body. I don’t know how long she had been doing this when I was asleep, but oh fuck I just wanted to come so deep in her throat that I was briefly wondering if she could get pregnant by it.



See? A man can NOT always think straight when something like this happens.



\'Specially when someone is so fucking GOOD at it.



I reached down my right hand and dug my long fingers into her slightly mussed hair, gently stroking to encourage her. Not that she needed anymore encouragement, mind you. “Oh fuck, Lily, more…” I growled, my gasp-filled moans echoing into our spacious bedroom.



Now she was gently rolling my balls into her skilled hands, and…



“Shit!” I moaned. She was deep throating me.



It was too much.



A man can only handle so much until finally losing all self control. So I went to lean on my left elbow, thrusting my hips and using my right hand to guide her head even deeper onto my dick. Now the room was filled with moans, slight grunts, slight creeks of the mattress, and wet sounding suctions. She put her hand against my stomach and the other to the base of my cock till I came and spilled into her mouth, and deep into her throat.



I moaned and said her name throatily, dropping onto the bed, closing my eyes lazily and listening to the wet swallows of my wife.



I was lying there, feeling the time going by until I felt her nestling against me, giving me slow kisses onto my neck. “Good morning, Sev…”



I groaned, but more in a satisfied way. I turned on my side to face her. “It certainly is, Petal…” and gave her a slow kiss, tasting my cum mingled along with her taste. Bitter, but so sweet to be addicted to.



I traced my hand down south to give her a little reward of my own, pulling up her little nightgown only to find…I looked at her, an eyebrow raised, but a small smirk tugging at my lips.



She blushed and looked slightly away. How could she act so innocent when she had had me in her mouth? “I already came…” She whispered, but then she gave a little pout with an adorable glare. “When you were ASLEEP…” she said accusingly.



I gave a little pout too. “I missed it?…” I whined like a little child who had lost his lollipop.



She laughed and kissed my pouting lips. “I forgive you, Severus. You look so cute when you pout!”



I frowned a little bit, but only teasingly. “I didn’t pout…”



“Yes, you did…”



But I was not going to admit that. “I did not look cute…” I gave a pitiful sniff.



She laughed a little harder. “Ok, you didn’t look CUTE, but you looked so handsome…” She kissed my pouting-that I never will admit- lips. “Better?”



“Much.” I went to lean in for another kiss until someone knocked on the door.



“Who is it?” Lily said aloud.



“It’s Harry. Uncle Sirius is coming in about 20 minutes to pick me up…”



Black.



I growled faintly.



I never liked him, and never will, since I first laid my unfortunate eyes on him. I hated him. No, not hated him, as that’s putting it kindly.



I LOATHED him.



And I wanted to out right kill him with my bare hands when I noticed his beady little eyes lingering along on my Lily. I’ve told her about it, but she just laughs it off saying that I was just imaging things, since I already didn\'t like him.



And do you know what really pisses me off?



It\'s because Black is Harry’s godfather, and I can’t do a damn thing about it, since Harry had taken so much of a liking to HIM. Well, I admit-only to myself-that Black did try to help Lily and Harry to be a little happier in their old life with Potter.



So, I just suffer in silence, since I know Lily won’t leave me for him.



But I never did trust Black.



And later in the months, that just proved it.



Black. How I hated him.