Page 145 of Wanting What's Wrong

I tug the neckline of the dress down, popping the weight of my breasts from the bra and spinning in one movement to straddle him, the aching between my legs turning me feral.

The huge bulge under his fly is my salvation, giving me the friction I need as Jack’s hand flies to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and jerking my head back.

“You want to come?” He growls. “You trying to drive me crazy?”

“Yes,” I mutter, not knowing which question I’m answering. I gasp, my breathing labored as though there’s no oxygen. “I want to be a good girl.”

“You are. Show Daddy how you’ll fuck him when the time comes. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock like your life depends on it.”

His mouth captures a sensitive spot on my neck and I yelp as he lands a hard slap on the side of my ass, raking his teethupward until he bites at my earlobe, hissing in a desperate tone. “Show me how you fuck, little girl. Show Daddy what feels good.”

Somehow, my body knows what to do. My hips go wild, bucking and sliding up and down the hard length under his trousers as Jack attacks my neck, then another smack on my ass lights up my brain like the fourth of July.

“Comeon.” His voice turns harsh. “You can do better than that. Try harder. Come on, show me how you’re going to fuck your Daddy.”

His cologne and my arousal swirl in the air as I gasp and grab his shoulders, grinding down, churning and desperate as his filthy words draw me deeper and deeper into whatever this is we are together.

“You’ve teased me for a long time. But no more. No more teasing. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told. Naked and spread wide for me, whenever I say.”

Another spank releases something inside of me. Maybe inside us both from the sounds he’s making. There’s a magnetic pull between us, like we’ve been holding back for too long and the forces of the universe have aligned to make it impossible for us to fight it any longer.

Jack’s mouth clasps onto my nipple with a simultaneous smack on the other side of my ass as pleasure roils in my belly and I try to make sense of why his spanking and dirty words only make me more excited.

“Dirty girl. Spreading that wet cunt on Daddy’s lap. Grind it down on me, baby. Later you’ll be rubbing that little pussy all over my face right before I fuck you like the filthy little tease you are. You’ll be dripping with me. Bred with me. You’ll have no choice. I’ll hold you down and paint your womb with my seed. If you even think the word condom, I’ll know. I’ll buy every red rose within a hundred miles then spank your ass with all of them, thorns and all until you forget you ever heard of birth control.”

His grip on my hair is overwhelming. He hisses filth into my ears, then takes my mouth again with his as my womanhood clenches and I convulse against him.

“I’ve touched myself for too long waiting for you, little girl. Thinking of all the wrong things I wanted to do with you.Toyou. The things I’ll make you do to me. Sometimes, you won’t want to, but you’ll do it anyway.”

It’s not a question and I don’t need to answer. I feel the truth in it as exhilaration races through me, darting from my head to my toes as sensory overload takes over.

“That’s it. Give me that first orgasm, baby. Give.It. To. Me.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, painful and sharp as the flicker behind my lids explodes and the world starts to spin.

I scream into his kiss. His tongue opening my lips, demanding, deeper, deeper as he shifts my hips against him, the stiffness under his pants throbbing against me as he groans into my mouth.

The euphoria reaches a peak as tears prick my eyes and his grip on my ass turns to more stinging swats. He’s growling, an angry vibration between us as I think of the way he teased me with just the tip of his cock earlier. Making me earn my request. The flavor of that little drop and how I want it all.

Jack breaks our kiss as I collapse into his shoulder.

“You make me do this. You tempt me until I lose control.” His voice cracks and this doesn’t feel like a game anymore. There’s some truth in his words and I wonder if it’s more than just waiting for me to turn eighteen, but I don’t remember anything I’ve done to make him so angry. “You soaked the front of my pants. Now everyone will know what a naughty girl you are.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, wanting him to feel as good as he makes me feel. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You’re a dirty girl. Making me do these things…it’s wrong. But, I can’t stop. Even if you tell me to, I can’t. I won’t.”

“I know.” I half sob into his neck, the scruff of his jaw scratching my skin. His scent comforts me, making me feel like he’s been my safe place for a very long time and no matter how bad I am, I’m never letting go.

Six

Mina

Napping isimpossible.

How Jack thinks after what just happened downstairs I could fall asleep, I have no idea.

He was so intense then, so distant now. It’s like a rubber band snapping with him. He’s so sweet, all the gifts and theyour mineand the safe feeling he gives me. Then, he turns growly and angry and I’m not sure it’s even about anything I’ve done.

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