Page 30 of Two Wrongs

“You can’t walk home, though. I know I’m an asshole. This isn’t easy on me either, but please let me drive you home.”

Wren shakes her head. “Take me to my car. It’s closer, and I want to go through the apartment and find his stash.”

“I’m parked over here,” I point to my truck, “that’s not something you should have to do alone.”

Thankfully the drive to the apartment is short, because once again she’s taken to ignoring me.

Something tells me to get to the door of the apartment before her. I hold it open while she glares at me. “Planned on shutting it in my face, huh?”

She rolls her eyes. If things were different this whole argument would be handled with her bent over my knee and my palm warming her ass. That’s not in the cards for us, no matter how badly I want it to be. My son needs her more, and we can’t pass her back and forth. It isn’t fair to either of them, and frankly I’m not sure I could handle it either. As it is now, I’ve got a lot of work to do so I don’t constantly feel jealous of my own son.

“Did you mean it?” I need to know, and she’s offering no details.

She’s searching through the freezer, not a place I would ever have thought to look. My search through the couch cushions yields nothing except some spare change and a couple stale French fries.

“Wren, would you stop fucking ignoring me?”

She pulls her head out of the freezer, and blinks her large green eyes at me. “Did I mean what, daddy?”

My next breath stutters out of my chest. “Don’t,” I warn her.

She smirks. “Whatever you say, daddy. I don’t want to be a bad girl.”

Blame stress, jealousy, or her bratty mouth, but the logical side of my brain shuts off. I drop the cushion I’m holding, and stride toward her. She squeaks when she realizes I’m coming for her, and tries to run away from me. I catch her easily, and swing her over my shoulder.

“First I’m going to spank this juicy ass for being a brat. Then I’m going to force my fat cock in that smart mouth so you can’t give me any more sass.”

That’s the only warning I’m giving her, and my hand comes down with a crack on her denim clad ass. The way her flesh feels under my palm makes my cock swell to bursting. I let her slide down my body, and guide her until she’s on her knees.

She looks up at me, all large eyes and bee stung lips. She’s like a wet dream, and right now she’s all mine. I undo my jeans to relieve my painfully large erection. “Let’s see if we can find a better use of that mouth.”

She licks her lips and I almost come. I make quick work of the zipper and drop my pants enough to free my cock.

“Look at my baby bird so hungry for my cock.” I fist her hair in my hand and tap the head against her lips.

“Be a good slut and open your mouth for daddy.”

Her hands go to rest against my thighs, and she opens obediently. I pet the top of her head.

“My girl knows when she’s been bad, and how to make it up to daddy, doesn’t she.”

Wren nods her head. It isn’t enough though, and I pull her hair back. “I want the words.”

“Yes daddy. I’ve been bad.”

I thrust into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Be a good little slut and open your throat.”

She gags the first time I push back, but soon she’s sucking and letting me deep into her throat. Filthy words tumble from my lips as she enthusiastically swallows my length. Tears run down her face from the effort, but she doesn’t stop working my dick.

“Is your pussy getting wet while you suck my cock?”

She hums, and the vibration sends a tingle through my balls.

I groan. “Keep doing that for daddy. You’ll be a good slut and swallow when I come, won’t you?”

She groans, and her hand slips from my thigh toward her pussy. I pull her hair again. “That’s my pussy. You aren’t allowed to touch it. No one else is allowed to touch it,” I growl, and hate myself for meaning it.

The sounds are obscene as I slip in and out of her mouth. Her teeth lightly graze my shaft, and I explode. I hold myself deep inside her throat as I spill everything I have, and she slurps it down like I told her to.

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