Page 112 of Wanting What's Wrong

She puckers up, considering if I’m kidding, but I convince her with my stare that I’m dead serious. She let’s a drop of saliva fall from her lips into her waiting palm.

“Keep it wet, feels better that way. You’ll need to remember all these things I teach you, Lennie. It’s your job to make me happy, you understand, don’t you?”

“So, that’s another job I have. You’re already my boss, so it’s my job to make you happy.” Her soft breath is on my neck as I shove her hand back under the blanket, onto my raging stiffness.

“That’s right, baby. That’s a good girl, now keep that hand moving. Watch the movie and stroke Daddy. No one will see. Do it right, just like I showed you.”

Shame and guilt tumble in my gut, but they don’t stop me from giving in to these base, nefarious instincts. She should be treated like a princess, soft and tender, but I can’t seem to muster that right now.

She turns as though she reads my mind while the lust wraps around me like barbed wire. “I like this. You teaching me. Me, doing as I’m told.”

Fuck.Fuck. God, help me.

She’s everything. She’s my every breath, the light in the sky. The wind in the trees. Every place I look, it’s her I see. I love her beyond explanation.

The madness that has plagued me for too long suddenly makes sense. It’s wrong even though it feels so right, and I don’t give a fuck anymore. It’s okay.

Just when the moment couldn’t get any better, the music inthe movie rises, and the next song starts. The little dark-haired leading character with bouffant hair and the plaid skirt twirls around and belts out the next tune.

And Lennie, with her hands gliding on my cock, beating me off, starts singing along.

Nothing matters but her. All the endless years of chasing the deal and winning the contract become meaningless. I never cared about fame, really, I would have kept chasing the acting track if I did. My only mission in life now is to keep Lennie with me. Next to me. Making her as happy as she makes me.

And part of that is getting my dick in her innocent little baby maker and breeding her now.

Tonight.

No more waiting.

I’ll paint a fucking Picasso on the walls of her womb. Make a masterpiece with my seed deep inside her.

I need my cum in there.Deep. She starts her period in a couple days, but I don’t care. We are going to fuck through her sweet innocence first, then it’s going to be blood-stained sheets and showers for the next seven days. It will look like a fucking scene from Dexter, but it will all be another masterpiece we paint together proving I want every part of her. I’m here for it all.

Unless, by some miracle, I knock her up in the next 48 hours and nature puts the breaks on her cycle saving all that life giving blood for our baby that will be growing inside her.

I’m going to give it my best shot.

The thoughts of raw-dogging her have me close to blowing my load, but grit it out.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she says, worrying her lower lip as her hands work furiously under the blanket.

“Of course, I want all your secrets, baby. You shouldn’t keep any secrets from me anymore.”

“I have thought of how you would look. Down here. Atnight in my bed, I’d think of you.” She gives my shaft and balls a squeeze and I almost lose it. “Then, I rub myself. That achy feeling never seemed to go away, but I’d try. I just couldn’t ever get there. Well, until you, in the car, earlier.”

“You’re going to have lots of those good feelings with me,” I say, sitting upright, easing her hands away. “You’re my little girl, but you’ll be a big girl soon. Tonight. Now.”

I whip the blanket off, white sparks dancing in my eyes as the room vibrates with the music from the movie. “Time for me to teach you how to take a hot ride on Daddy’s dick, baby.”

Ragged breaths burn my lungs as I tear off the t-shirt covering her and pull her to her feet in front of me.

“Off.” I point to the boxers and she wiggles them down. Damn, she’s a soft, curvy vision and I am frozen in awe.

In the years she’s been here, I could have been even more perverted and snuck some peeks at her fully naked. I had the opportunity. But this is better. So much better. Willing and ready in front of me, her scent blasting warm and wicked in the air.

She trembles, arms crossing in front of her, over her tits, then down to her belly—unsure what to cover and how. So, I solve that problem right now.

“Stop. You’ll never cover yourself in front of me. I want you naked. It’s a fucking precious gift, baby. So beautiful and all fucking mine.”

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