Page 40 of Wanting What's Wrong

She looks angry enough to slap me. Toreallyslap me. Just let her fucking try. “You aren’t the boss of me.”

Here we go.

“I’m not your boss, Kitty Kat. I’m your fuckingDaddy. And your job, your only fucking job, is to listen to me. Besides, I’m pretty damn sure I knocked you up already, so it’s you and me, babe. Forever.”

I can tell she’s indignant. I can tell she’s pissed. I can tell she doesn’t like me white-knighting like this. But that’s just tough fucking shit.

“I want you here. You want to be here. So, let’s skip the drama.”

She swallows loud enough for me to hear it. “Yeah. I do. You know I do. But…”

I shake my head and tip her chin up so she’s looking at me again. “Nobuts.”

Her eyes lower finally. Her shoulders soften. Her eyelashes kiss her pretty cheeks. “Fine.Fine.Turn around. Let me finish getting you put back together.”

God. I’ve needed this for so long. So much. But she’s got a lot of learning to do. “SaypleaseandDaddy.”

“Let me put you back together,please, Daddy,” she says. And then a smile. And the dimples. And I’m a fucking goner all over again.

I let her finish patching me up, even though it takes all my will power. But before she can toss the handful of wrappers from the gauze and bandages, I take her by the wrist and pull herclose. Our mouths find one another, like instinct, as I drink her in.

Her tongue against mine sets me on fucking fire. The kiss brings a different kind of flashback, a very different kind. Her tongue spinning around my cock, the way she cupped my balls. Like she was made for me.

And that tight little cunt. Fuck almighty.

She pulls back a little, shocked maybe by the intensity of the kiss, but I don’t let her get far. I reach behind her, hand to the small of her back to keep her close. She lets the wrappers fall to the floor and holds my shoulders, straddling me now almost automatically. I tilt my head back, watching her, looking at her spread legs as they take their place on either side of me in the chair. Full cherry lips. Those chocolate eyes. I’m so fucking lost in her and only my cock inside her will help me make sense of the world again.

I kiss her neck, running my hands up and down her back, pulling her open legs down further onto my lap so she’s riding my hard-on through my shorts.

“You’re my little girl, Kitty Kat. And you’re going to learn what that means. You’ll always be my little girl,” I whisper into the curve of her neck as I trace the shell of her ear with my tongue.

She moans in pleasure, letting her neck fall back, so her curls kiss the tops of my knees.

“When I woke up this morning,” she says, half whisper, half purr, “I wanted to resist this.”

I growl into her throat. “And now?”

“I can’t resist. I won’t resist.” She melts into my lap, into my strong arms, surrendering.

Boom, boom, boom goes blood pulsing in my dick, ready to get inside her, ready to destroy that sweet, slick pussy again.

“You said you have places to be.” She breathes her words, shudders them out, as I suck hard on her neck, leaving her speechless and quivering.

“Doesn’t fucking matter. Because you feel that?” I grip her hips, grinding her down onto the steel rod inside my pants. “Thiscan’t wait.”

“Oh my god.” And in one move, I lift her up and over, pinning her down on the bed, parting her legs wide and going for her pussy. I bite the fabric of her skirt, and grab it hard between my incisors, ripping the fabric apart.

“Jesus, Trent…”

I spit the fabric to the floor and stand. “Get those fucking panties off,” I growl.

Kat wriggles out of her shredded white panties, all fucking creamy curves and soft skin. Wanting her like this, needing herlike this, it makes me fucking hate her a little. Makes me want to punish her for being so goddamned beautiful.

“Come here, baby.” I drop my pants and kick them off. Kat gasps at the sight of my naked body, and that little gasp makes my cock bob to even-higher attention.

“I can’t believethatwas inside me.”

“Believe it,” I tell her, and pump my cock once, before stepping toward her. I offer her my hand and then help her up to standing, where she balances unsteadily on the soft mattress. “It’s reloaded and ready for another delivery.”

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