Page 95 of Wanting What's Wrong

“Thank you.” I whisper in her ear, turning her around and wrapping my arms around her chest.

“For what?”

“For this. For dancing with me that night at the club. For kissing me and teaching me I could be more than just an angry asshole. For forgiving me.”

“Well,” she starts. “You were a naughty Daddy for a long time.”

I reach down and swack her ass, then ease the robe up until it’s gathered at her back and unzip my pants.

“The kids,” she hisses but they are on the other side of the room, and when I’m bending her over the counter they can’t see.

“Shhh,” I say, slipping my dick up and inside her as she stifles a moan. “Be quiet for Daddy.”

I slip my other hand over her mouth and ease my way deep. I fuck her slow and quiet until she shudders around my cock, then I release inside of her on a low growl, feeling my cum drip down and spread over her thick inner thighs.

“There you go. Don’t clean that up.” I kiss her cheek, lower her robe, smack her ass and go back to doing the dishes.

“I love how you love me too, Daddy.” Lula hugs me from behind.

“Forever, baby. You’re never getting away.”

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