Page 23 of Wanting What’s Wrong

Nineteen

Trent

I power into her in one blinding stroke, tearing her already sore flesh.

“ Oh , shit,” she roars, her body balling up with tension. Delirious fucking tension. I power into her again and again, and the sound of our bodies slapping against one another fills the bedroom. Her breathing comes in gasps and puffs. Desperate. Painful. Fucking beautiful.

She engulfs me. Her fucking magic wet pussy takes me in deep. Sliding into that tight, wet, hot space in one motion has me ready to shoot my canon into her already. As I fuck her, I watch her round ass bounce and jiggle with every fucking drive.

She takes me as deep as her pussy will let her, and I watch her toes curl up tight. I stretch her to her limit, slowly draw out, and pummel her hard again. I keep her hands bound tight, feeling her wrist bones against my palm, as I fucking use her and use her and use her .

“I own this body, Kitty Kat. Mine. ”

I’m fucking her hard, fucking her mean, and in return her body lets go in submission. Her pussy softens, her moans grow darker and softer. I’ve fucking got her now. And I’m never letting her go.

I bottom her out with each stroke, powering my cock into her cervix every fucking time.

Her walls wrap me tight—tighter. Wild and intense as the eye of a hurricane. I’m barely able to keep my mind focused as I ride out every fucking delirious thrust into her incredible pussy.

If only she knew how hard I could fuck her if I really tried. If only she knew what would happen if I didn’t hold back. If only she knew how fast I’d break her if I let my passion take control.

I fuck her. Like a goddess, like a whore. But it’s so much more than that. The power in my body is matched only by the way I love her as she pulls me deep inside. She wraps tight around me, launching me into another fucking universe of pleasure.

I’ve saved myself for this, for her. And it was so fucking worth it.

She moans as I plow my hips forward, her juices coating my length, as I piston in and out, in and out, making her pussy scream.

I dip my first finger into her wetness as I fuck her, and then spin it around the tight bud of her asshole, listening closer for her reply.

Her eyes pop open, and she moans a little, whimpering, looking up at me, just like she did as a little girl.

It’s all the consent I need. I circle around her anus, gently guiding my finger, giving her just the right amount of pressure to open that virgin asshole up for Daddy. And I feel her pussy clench as her ass begins to accept me in.

I watch that tight star yield to my finger. She fucking whines in pleasure. Deeper, and deeper, past my first knuckle and then deeper still.

I let her arms go finally, and hold onto her hip with one hand while I guide my finger up into her ass.

My balls tighten, my cum loads up thick, as that ring of muscle encircles my finger. I pulse it easy and slow, in and out.

“Oh my god… ” she says, “I’m gonna…”

“Give it to me, baby girl. Let me feel your power.”

She lets her head drop. The moonlight kisses the small of her back. Then I feel her pussy tighten and her asshole, too.

With one more growl, she explodes onto my cock, creaming me with a gush of sweet nectar, her ass and pussy clutching onto me as her body rocks in bliss.

Her voice fills the room. Screams. Pleas. Gut-deep snarls. She’s so fucking loud, I know her voice is probably carrying out the open window and across the lake.

The thought of that, it makes me crazy. Let them fucking hear us. Let them hear me fuck my sister raw.

I take two more deep strokes. My balls tighten. My breathing slows.

I’m seeing stars as I start to come deep inside her cunt. I feel my seed shoot out into her like a fucking fire hose, oozing almost immediately down my balls and thighs.

Three shots. Four. Five. Six. Breeding bullets all the way inside her heaven-sent womb. I hold her hips tight and fuck her as I deposit load after load, letting everything go into her. For her. With her. Like it was always meant to be.

I swear to fuck I’m still coming five minutes later when my cock finally softens enough for me to realize I might need a goddamned break.

“You okay?” I ask her .

She’s still breathing hard, too, still on the come down. She’s beautiful always but especially now. I love her most when she’s broken apart.

“Yeah.” Her voice is thick and hoarse. Sexy as fuck. “I’m good.”

I pull out of her slowly, and as I do a hot gush of our combined liquids streams down her inner thighs and my balls. Annoyance curls inside me, so I reach down and scoop up what I can, then finger fuck it back into her.

“I need a break.” She winces and I soften my finger banging.

I won’t tell her right now, it’s not as much for her pleasure, as it is about making sure her hot little baby maker doesn’t miss an opportunity.

I leave my fingers inside her and wrap my other arm around her, pulling her deep into another kiss, then pull the covers up around her to keep her warm and safe in my arms.

“This is all I’ve ever wanted,” I tell her, with a kiss to her forehead.

She presses her own head against me, just a little. “Tell me.”

“This. You. Safe in my arms.”

She nestles in close. I get a deep whiff of her shampoo, her perfume. The scent of her skin that I know damn near as well as I know my own. “I belong in my Daddy’s arms.”

I growl involuntarily when she says it. It’s perfect for us, fucking perfect.

The most natural thing in the world. “It’s you and me, Kitty Kat.

As close as a dad caring for his own little girl.

My job is to push you, to tell you what you need.

Your job is to fucking trust that I’ll always take care of you. Always.”

She pulls away from my embrace far enough to look up into my eyes. “I do. You know I trust you with my life. With everything.”

I pull her back in close, arms around her, flesh to flesh, my fingers feeling her pulse as I plug her opening, still focused on keeping my seed where it belongs.

“It’s gonna be a wild ride, baby girl. But we’re on it now.

” I reach behind her and give her ass a hard swipe, just to remind her who’s in fucking charge.

Her body tightens and then she laughs that beautiful laugh. “Animal.”

“You’ve got no fucking idea. If I could fuck you as much as I want, you’d be dead.”

She laughs a little again, but only a little. Because she knows I’m not fucking joking. “I know that. I know what you’re capable of. And…”

“Say it.”

“… And I like it,” she purrs, sleepily. “So much.”

In her voice, I hear the heaviness, the tiredness. The warm exhaustion of her submission. “Sleep, baby. Sleep.”

She nods gently and then moves to roll over, but my finger cork stays in place, keeping her from moving too far.

She squirms. “Are you going to keep those in there all night?”

“Maybe.”

I help her get comfortable, keeping her tight and close against me, her delicious curves soft against my hardness. “I’ll be right here, baby,” I whisper against her cheek as my hard-on re-fills to full mast.

“I feel that,” she says, her voice heavy.

I know this hard-on isn’t going anywhere, so I just roll with it, and let it rest against her. If I can sleep like this, it’ll be a fucking miracle. But for her sake, I’ve got to try. “You’re gonna be the death of me, little girl. I swear.”