Page 121 of Wanting What's Wrong

“Say it,” he orders, his voice harder, more demanding.

“I…” He flicks his tongue on my clit, stalling the last bits of any logical brain function. “I—” Another flick, then a sharp smack on the side of my ass. “I love you, Daddy.I do,I do. I’ve always loved you.” Sobs burst from my chest as his mouth returns, magic and lust and love merging as he slips a finger inside me, another pressing slick into my ass, then his lips and tongue dial it up to ten on my clit… and I’m a SpaceX Satellite ripping through the sky.

The orgasm powers through me from toes to nose as I buck against his mouth, but his pace only quickens. He licks me to one orgasm, then two, then he’s fucking me again with his tongue and I’m swept into the tsunami of number three in a convulsing mess of curse words and bliss blindness. I’m panting, slick with sweat, and a bit of drool running down my chin when I finally focus and that fire in his eyes is more intense that ever.

“Now, make me happy. Get your mouth on my cock, little girl. Daddy needs relief.”

He releases his awe-inspiring thickness from the front of his jeans and I’m on my knees in a heartbeat, craving him, salivating for him even as my own orgasm still rocks through me.

He pets my head as I grab the smooth, steel-hard length, the snaking blue veins standing out as the head weeps clear drops of savory goodness.

He groans as I draw him between my lips, remembering that first time he had me suck on him as a pacifier, telling me his cock was my security blanket now. Whenever I felt nervous or anxious, all I had to do was suck his cock and I would feel better.

He was right.

Shocker.

He grips the back of my head, driving every inch down my throat as my lips burn stretching around him. He barrels in and out, thumping at the back of my throat, in and out, out and in as I cup his balls the way he taught me and stroke the lower part ofhis girth, moving the skin up and down until the head of his cock swells at the back of my throat. His cursing was a barometer of my effort.

“Such a good cock sucker. Daddy’s so close, baby. Don't stop, take it for me. Relax your throat, I need to be deep in there. You’ll breathe when you’ve done your job.”

I do as he asks, rolling my tongue on the underside and letting him take my windpipe as I slide my hand up and down, squeezing gently on his sac. His balls are heavy but draw up as the first shot of cum lands salty on my tongue.

“Fuckyes, fucking good girl. You want my cum, you have to work for it. Suck harder, little girl. Show me you like how Daddy tastes.”

I hollow my cheeks, tears streaming, gagging and choking as his fingers splay on the sides of my head, muffing the sounds of him skull fucking me without mercy.

I work hard to keep up with his pace, but I’m just a mouth to fuck right now and that’s okay. I’m his toy, and he has no problem showing me just how he plays with what’s his.

He bellows and roars as the hot load releases thick and sticky into my throat. “Take it all, baby. Take what I saved for you.”

I swallow and suck and swallow, loving his flavor and the way he sounds so proud of me. He pets my head as I suck and lick, scooping the cum from my chin and smiling up at him as I clean it from my fingers.

“You really are Daddy’s perfect girl. Cute and slutty, and sweet and filthy. Now, tell me you love me again. I want to watch you tell Daddy you love him with his cum dripping from your lips.”

“I love you, Daddy.” I stick my tongue out, and he slaps his cock on my cheeks, then my tongue. “Just promise me something.”

“What’s that? I take promises seriously, so you have to tell me what it is before I can promise.”

“Just don’t fire me, okay?”

“Baby, you keep sucking cock like that. Trust me, you have job security. Now, turn over, we’re in the barn and I’m going to fuck you like an animal. And, one of these days, when your belly is big and ripe bred with my baby, and there’s milk dripping from those big udders of yours, I’m going to put you in a stall, squeeze those big milkers and you’re going to moo for Daddy. Right, baby?”

“Whatever you say,” I answer as I assume the position, unsure if I’m turned on or amused by that whole cow slash mooing comment. Maybe both.

“Good girl. Ass up, head down. Now, brace yourself…”

Seven

Cade

“Shhh. Mom must have gone to bed. Guess we took too long.” I slip my fingers into Lennie’s and pull her through the living room, her face still flushed from our barn workout.

“There’s a note.” She reaches over to the coffee table and picks up a piece of paper with my mom’s writing in blue sharpie.

I’m tired, see you in the morning, but take Lennie to the Dairy Freeze tonight! They have a new flavor, chocolate cherry and it’s TO DIE FOR! Have a fun evening, go to town, leave an old woman to rest. XO Mom

“Chocolate Cherry.” Lennie bobs her eyebrows. “I could use some of that.”

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