Page 27 of Wanting What’s Wrong

Twenty-Three

Trent

I took a fucking life and now the only thing I want to do is make a new one. With her.

I come back on foot, going slow, making sure I’m in the clear. I get home long after dark, after I know she’ll be asleep. I purposefully stayed away for a few hours, letting my system quiet down, making sure as fuck that nobody knew where that bullet came from.

But nobody did a thing. And I take pride in that, as I open the front door, knowing Rominovski’s dead on the ground, like the piece of shit that he was.

I lock the door behind me, lock up my rifle in the gun closet, and then quietly make my way upstairs to Kat.

She stirs when I open the door. “Is that you?” she mutters on a yawn.

I’m unbuttoning my pants before she’s even got her eyes open. “It’s me, baby girl. It’s over. ”

I hear her swallow in the darkness. “Really?” she reaches out to embrace me.

Pants off, shirt off, and I take her in my arms. Home. Safety. Where I belong. “Really.”

I kiss her deeply, possessively. She tastes like fucking heaven itself.

I hold her tight in my arms and roll over onto my back so she’s straddling my aching cock in her little white panties and her long-sleeved pajama top.

Fuck me. I have no idea how someone can be so fucking cute and so fucking hot at the same time.

“We need to talk,” I tell her, and see her stiffen.

“About Corsicov?”

I shake my head. “No, that’s all taken care of. Something else that’s been on my mind. I saw your journal, baby. I know you didn’t do as I told you while I was deployed.”

“I…I was going to…it just.” She shakes her head on a growl. “I don’t have to justify myself to you.”

“Tick marks,” I say with disgust. “Nothing but tick marks. None of your thoughts, none of your dreams, none of your desires.”

“You want to know my desires, huh?”

I growl at her, pulling her down close, making her ass rise up as she gasps a laugh. I take my shaft in one hand and push her panties aside with the head, and then push deep into her.

I slip my other hand underneath her shirt, touching her skin lightly, so fucking slightly, and feeling the goosebumps rise up under my touch.

She comes up from the kiss for air. “But Trent. If I get pregnant…if I already am pregnant…have you really thought about that?”

“If? Fuck if. When. ” I slip my tongue between her lips again, and I feel that deep, primal ache inside me. Her breath. Her flesh. Her fucking body .

She pulls away from the kiss now, though. I can feel the panic in her breath. “What will people say?”

I just shot a man from half a mile away to keep her safe.

If she thinks I give a single fuck what anybody thinks , she’s out of her goddamned mind.

“The only thing that matters right now is my cum inside you. My marching troops are going to do battle in those little tubes of yours until they find their target then…game on, baby.”

“But Trent….” I hear the fire in her voice, the rebellion. The straight-laced uptightness of thinking too far ahead.

“You want the belt or my hand? Or, I’ll think of something new. Maybe it’s time you learned what a good face fuck is like. All messy and choking until your eyes roll back and I decide when you get to breathe.”

And just like that, her pussy weeps.

Atta fucking girl. True submission, from the inside out. How does she not know how beautiful she is? How could she ever fucking doubt it? “I dreamed of these curves. Every fucking night. Your body is the only thing that kept me sane.”

I feel her cheeks tighten with a smile. I don’t even need to see her now to know the way her eyes must be glimmering.

I slip my hands around her lush breasts, feeling her softness, her shape, the way her nipples tighten as I tease them with my thumbs.

Fuck. I want to rut her like a wild boar. I want to fucking breed her until she’s laying in a puddle of my cum.

But some little part of me still, even now, wants to protect her. Even from myself. So I slow my pace inside her, thinking more of her pleasure than my own.

“Trent,” she whispers as I shift my cock to press into her g-spot.

“What the fuck did you call me?”

She answers with a shivering moan. “Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.”

Such a good girl. “Better. ”

Pushing into slowly from underneath, her body arches as I fuck her, her fingertips resting softly on my shoulders. And I know heaven has nothing on what I’m feeling right now.

I keep her close and fuck her hard. Hard.

Hard. Letting her feel all my power from underneath, making her tits jiggle and her curves ripple with the force.

I drive hard into her once again, finding my rhythm as I feel her body tense, her thighs instinctively opening wider as I thrust into her deeper still.

She inhales and it comes out as a cry, a burst of pleasure that makes her pull my head against her tits. Unashamed and beautiful and fucking greedy.

“That’s right, little girl,” I growl into her flesh. “Come for Daddy. Just like that. Your orgasms are my purpose.”

Her walls grip me tight and it’s all I can do to stop myself from coming right now. But I need this to last. I want this to last. Because today, I committed the ultimate sin for her. And I need her to make me whole again.

As she starts to regain her control, as her orgasm rolls through her body, I keep her positioned on my cock. I look up at her eyes, shimmering in the moonlight.

“Daddy killed for you today, baby. Time to show him you’re grateful.”

It’s not what she’s expecting me to say, but I can tell she likes it. Her pussy says yes and her eyes tease with surprise.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Kitty Kat. Fuck me like I just saved your life.”

Her warm soft body holds me close. All the fear, all the pain, all the worry—it all melts away. It’s just her and me. Warrior and angel. As one.

She takes my hands, pushing me back on the bed, pinning her sweet little feet under her calves to give her a better angle as she takes me deep inside her now.

She shifts her hips just an inch and heaven turns into fucking ecstasy. “ Oh Jesus. ”

She kisses me now, and I revel in her taste as my cock fucking screams to release inside her.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers.

I groan as she says the words, and I get lost in the thickening heat of her wetness.

My eyes close as she draws me deeper inside. The walls of her entrance bear down with new strength on my dripping cock. The clutch of the ultimate paradise. The only fucking thing that can absolve my sins. “Fuck me, baby girl. Show me how you fuck me.”

She rides me hard.

“You filthy little angel.”

Her dripping opening spreads to its limits, until I’m damn near nudging behind her fucking belly button. And then she holds me there, enveloped inside her slick heat.

She grips me tight, looking down and biting her lower lip.

I sweep hair from her cheek. “You’ve got no fucking clue what it does to me to see you like this. To watch you in your own bliss.”

She gives no answer but sways, pulsing my slick length in and out, pressing her open folds onto my body, learning to find her own pleasure.

It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Her body clutches and releases my cock, and the ripples inside her massage me like a million perfect fingers. I can’t hang on much fucking longer.

She moves faster, pressing her fingertips against my chest, looking deep into my eyes. And I feel the vortex open up. “That’s it, fuck me just like that, baby girl. Fuck Daddy just like that.”

I guide her hands up and down, pressing her harder and harder against me until her toes curl, until her hips spasm, until her body jerks on my length.

Crying out as another orgasm takes her, her pussy locks down on me, and she comes hard and proud on her Daddy’s aching dick.

I watch her face, my own powerful explosion waiting only for her to finish. I press my fingers into her soft hips, grinding her and growling as I do, opening my mouth to kiss her. Lips and tongues. Melding. Clashing. Needing.

The hot walls of her body start gripping me again now. “Milk that cock, baby. Take that cum.”

“Come for me, Daddy,” she begs. “Please, Daddy. Please. ”

“I’m gonna fuck my baby into you, Kitty Kat. Get ready.”

“I’m ready, Daddy. I’m ready. Please. ”

Holy fuck. And just like that, I’m shooting my thick streams into her again. Imagining with every fucking pulse, my seed finding its way into her soft body.

Where it belongs.

Where it has always belonged.