Page 142 of Wanting What's Wrong

“How do Iearnit?” she asks, and to my absolute shock shedrops to her knees in front of me, pushing herself between my legs, those pale green eyes turned up to me, gazing into mine.

I changed my boxers before we ate, but it’s taking every ounce of willpower right now to keep from ruining them again.

“By being a good girl,” I tell her, as my cock tents the front of my pants and I watch her grin widen, her mouth opening as she looks at the bulge.

I could have her. I could have my sister. Not only would she not deny me, she’s fucking desperate for it.

I allow my fingers to linger on my belt buckle for a count of three. Fuck, she’s cute down there on her knees. I could live in this moment forever.

“I am a good girl.” She whispers, tongue tracing her lower lip as I pinch the zipper and listen to each tooth as I lower it then reach in and manhandle my hard-on out of the hole of my boxers and pants.

It’s fucking angry. The head a purplish red and the skin so tight it looks ready to split open.

Mia’s eyes fix on the tip, mouth open as her tiny hands flutter around her throat, the pink and lavender nail polish on her clipped nails shimmering.

“Just a kiss. That’s all you get.”

A flash of disappointment crosses her face, pink floods the skin of her chest as I hold the tip an inch from her lips.

“But—”

“Slow, baby. Daddy calls the shots. And, sure, I want to jam every fucking inch between your sassy lips and watch you gag and choke. But, I’m in control, and right now, you get a kiss. That’s it. So, be a good little girl and kiss that little drip right there I made for you. Pucker up.”

The first brush of her lips sends me into orbit. I put a vice grip on the base of my shaft to keep my balls from unloading all over her cute face.

I rest my hand on the top of her head, chin falling to mychest, all the years of wanting balling in my gut, daring me to lose myself in the moment.

But, I won’t.

I swallow, her pouty lips drawing back, a glimmering string of pre-cum linking us together as we lock eyes and I see my little sister for a moment.

The dark guilt burns down into my marrow.

I swallow it down, pushing it away as I battle my dick back into my pants, then lean down and tug her against my chest.

“You’ve earned your reward, baby.”

Five

Mina

Ihave no memory of him, but I know, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

He’s aGod.

Like, a literalGodI think. The most talented artist from any century could not have created a vision so perfect. The heat between my legs will notquit. I wanted to climb onto his lap on the drive from the hospital here and dry hump him all the way into next week.

He’s got an iron will though. He settled my horny little—well, not so little—ass into the seat and buckled me in with a stern stare as blood jack hammered down into my lower level making the desperate tension there muchworse.

Now, he’s been going in and out, emptying all the stuff from the car he bought at the hospital. He fills the front doorway, carrying the plastic bag with my wet clothes from the hospital, looking as though he just stepped off the cover of GQ wearing adark navy suit and white shirt with brown leather loafers and there’s a presence in the front of his slacks that deserves to be worshiped as well.

“I’ll be right back. There’s a delivery driver pulling in. I ordered a few more things for you. Sit tight, baby.” He tosses me a wink and I’m humming inside. My core clenches like a spring wound too tight and I whisper the word that’s driving me to the edge of dark bliss…

“Daddy. Daddy.Daddy.”

Jack returns, hands full of more shopping bags in a rainbow of colors, tissue paper sticking out of some, boxes stacked in others, and I pinch the soft flesh on the inside of my left forearm until I yelp, making sure I’m not dreaming.

I hiss on a wince and his eyes dart my way.

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