Page 37 of Wanting What’s Wrong

But, I have to say, her being a bit of a pain in my ass is appealing. She gets out of hand, I’m take great joy is making her ass red and listening to her say she’s sorry.

Fucking pervert she’s bringing out in me.

“Okay, I’m going to give you some real talk here, little girl.

” I cup my balls with one hand, stroking myself with the other, getting the fuck off on talking to her like a father to his daughter.

“You don’t know me, but you will. I’ve been an asshole my whole life, no excuses and I don’t care what anyone thinks.

But, with you…” I listen to her little breaths before finishing.

“I haven’t been with a girl in I don’t remember and those workers at the club?

I’ve never touched any of them. Never have and never will.

They flirt like that because they think getting in favor with me will serve them somehow.

It won’t. But you? You don’t leave again without telling me.

And that phone of yours, I’m buying you a new one so I can keep track of you. ”

“Stalker much?”

“Yeah. Get used to it, I’m not fucking going away.”

I reach over and tap mute, letting out a long moan as she starts to talk.

“This is all just a little…wrong, don’t you think? I mean, first of all we just met, second of all, we’re sort of related…”

She goes on this little rant and I love each word even if she’s basically telling me off in her own little Lula way.

I let her go, imaging those lips working my balls as I start to feel the fantasy talking to myself.

“That’s it, lick all over those sacs. They’re making all those sperm just for your womb, baby. Daddy’s going to stuff you so full of seed, you’ll be sore and bred by Sunday.”

“Are you there?”

I tap the unmute. “Yep. Go on, I’m listening, I like hearing you talk… Tell me, are you in your room? What does it look like?”

“Well, it’s small, painted this light green and I’m on my bed…” I let her go again, my balls throbbing like a damn toothache and tap the mute again.

“Yeah, you inviting Daddy into your little bed again tonight? You like when we snuggle up together don’t you? You’re going to make sure you don’t wear panties again tonight so I can get at that tight little pussy easy, aren't you?”

“What?” Lula says as I fist my dick, faster, faster, then it sinks in as she asks again. “What did you say?”

Fuck. Guess that last tap didn’t do the trick.

“Yeah. I’m fucking beating off thinking of you, Lula. I’m not going to apologize, I’m fucking jerking off, thinking of you in your bed, white little nightgown, me slipping in the bed behind you as you pull up your nightgown and start rubbing that all-star ass against my hard on.”

Silence.

That’s too far, Scotch. Too much, you deviant. You lost her.

“That’s hot,” she says and a spurt of cream leave the tip of my pulsing erection. “Keep going and I’ll join in on the fun. “

Score. This girl is fucking perfect.

“You want to drive Daddy crazy, don’t you? You want me to see you playing with that tight little cunt, knowing you’re all I think about all day.”

“I think of you too. I do like you taught me, I tickle myself when I think of you so my little kitty is ready when you come in my room.”

Fucking hell.

“That’s right, so that little pussy is right and ready for me. You like when I kiss it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers as I work my dick in a frenzy then I hear her add, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You are doing this sis, now, pay attention, are you playing with it now? Put the phone down between your legs so I can hear how wet you are.”

There’s a rustle and a soft moan in the distance as I hear the slick, wet sound of the rhythm of her fingers.

“I hear how sloppy you are. You’re Daddy’s wet little slut. Now, two fingers inside. Can you fit two?”

“I’ll try,” she answers, her voice farther away but still clear.

“Good girl, lay back on your pillow, let your knees go wide apart, it will help get those fingers inside. Soon enough, I’ll break in that little beginner opening, daddy’s cock is much bigger than two fingers.”

She moans and the sound gets faster, wetter, and my balls are practically inside out as I grip my shaft and work it top to base, top to base, remembering her scent. My heart is hammering in my chest.

“They’re inside, Daddy. Should I push them all the way? It hurts.”

Sweat breaks over my forehead. “Not all the way, that’s for me to do, just a little, now fuck in and out, say my name when you do.”

“Daddy,” she says and I’m two seconds away from blowing. “Daddy.”

“Faster. A little faster until you start to tingle.”

“Daddy.”

“Good girl,” I grit out. “Legs wider now, all the way wide, let me see what’s mine.”

Her moans are clearer, the sloppy wet sound louder. This girl is in my heart and my head on a level I never new before. Never thought I would have and I barely know her.

All hell is breaking loose inside me and I don’t know whether to run as fast as I can toward this or away.

“Pretend it’s Daddy’s cock, baby. Pushing inside that tight cherry you saved for me.

Just a little at first, then I’ll fucking hold you down and fuck you until you know you’ll belong to me forever,” I growl, the softness leaving me as she starts to call out, my orgasm takes me by surprise, taking my sight, my rational mind…

“You feel me fucking you, baby? Daddy’s cock all that way in, right up against that womb then—” I groan.

“All my hot cream up inside that tight cunt.”

Mine. Mine. Mine.

She’s calling and coming right with me as a fountain of warm sticky release sprays up and out, landing on my hand, the floor, the new fucking sofa .

“That was crazy,” I groan as Lula’s breathing is closer now, she must have the phone back by her mouth.

“This is all crazy,” she says. “I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Lay down. Get some rest. I’m going to see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Her voice is sleepy but I want to know where to come get her in the morning…

“Where are you, Lula, what’s your address?”

Soft snoring is her answer. Fuck, it’s okay, I’ll listen to her sleep. All night if I can. Tomorrow, everything is changing.