Page 180 of Wanting What's Wrong

“I’m yours. I have been, I just never wanted you to know.”

The declaration slips out, but I don’t take it back. It’s honest. Brutal, but true.

His fingers flex against my thigh, drawing just a little stab of pain that makes me sit up straighter. “Say that again.”

“I’m yours. Your step-daughter, or whatever else you want me to be.”

He drops my nipple, his slick milky lips crashing onto mine. The kiss is hot and demanding and messy. Milk sweetens our kiss, coats our tongues, blends with the groan he rips from my throat.

He slaps my knees apart, shoving his hand between my thighs, pressing through my shorts, and I grind down on it without thinking, shameless and soaked.

“You ever touch yourself, baby?” he pants when he finally pulls back.

I nod, breathless.

“Thinking about me?”

“Yes. Always.”

He kisses me again, rough and deep. His thick, entitled tongue taking over my mouth and just when I think I can’t take another blissful second, he breaks away.

“Next time you do, you’ll be calling for me. You’ll yell for Daddy when you come. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I answer as smooth as honey into tea.

His whole body jerks, but before we can go further, the faint sound of Granny’s voice seeps through the door. “Cal. Need your help out here.”

Cal’s chest rises and falls. He looks wrecked.

“We’re not done,” he growls. “Not even close.”

Then he cups my dripping breast, leans in, and takes one last slow, possessive suck.

“I took the edge off, but I’m already addicted. All that milk is mine now. You save it for me. You feed me when I tell you to. If I say get your tits out, you do it, understand?”

I tremble on a weak nod.

“Good girl. You make milk formenow. Only fucking me. Now, put yourself back together,” he barks, before leaning down and grabbing my face, forcing my lips to pucker like a fish as he presses his to mine.

The kiss is softer this time, his warm, milky tongue working over mine as he lets out a rumbling groan, then releases me to sit here panting. He stands, putting his hat back on, and I see the distinct outline of a cock as big as my forearm pressing out on the denim in front of me.

“Just came in my fucking pants, baby. Guess the work day is gonna be short. I’ll take care of what Granny needs, tell her I need to get you home, you’re not feeling right. Then, I’m gonna fuck that teasing little cunt of yours once and for all. I’m done playing and you’re done teasing.”

He leaves me there, half-dressed and ruined.

My step-father is going to be my first. And, I’m pretty sure, my only.

Four

Jenna

By the time we leave the shop, the sun’s dipping down from high in the sky and my legs barely work. I’m leaking again. My panties are soaked. And I can still taste his kiss. Who knew the flavor of milk and tongue and sin was going to be my undoing?

Cal opens the truck door and helps me climb in, but his eyes never leave mine. There’s a promise there. A warning, too. I’m not sure which one makes me wetter.

The drive back is silent. Except for the way I breathe. Except for the way I squirm. Every bump in the road makes my nipples throb. Every look from him makes my thighs clench.

When we get to the ranch, he kills the engine but doesn’t move. Just sits there. Watching me.

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