Page 31 of Two Wrongs

“Strip your clothes off,” I demand, not nearly done with her. If we’re going to fuck up, we might as well enjoy it.

I pull out one of the chairs at their tiny kitchen table. Furniture she picked out with my son. Shoving that image out of my mind I give her the look. The one that says she’s going to get spanked if she doesn’t do as she’s told.

She has my full attention as she peels off her sweatshirt, pushes down her jeans, and slips out of her bra and underwear.

I grunt. “I can’t believe I fucked you without seeing the magnificence of your naked body. I am going to enjoy feasting on you. Now come here, daddy’s hungry.”

She’s much more timid naked. “Don’t hide from me now,” I tell her as she fidgets trying to cover herself with her arms.

I pat the edge of the table. “Come sit that sweet ass right here in front of me.”

Wren hesitates, and I lift her up and set her down on the spot in front of my chair. “Open your legs,” I order.

When she doesn’t do it, I force her legs open, and slap her pussy. “Don’t hide what’s mine.”

She groans and writhes on the table. I hum. “Daddy’s little slut likes it rough, does she?”

I spank her mound a few more times, paying attention to hitting directly on her clit. The tight bundle of nerves swells and reddens from my swats and her excitement.

“You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you right now,” I groan.

“Please, Griff. I want you to,” she begs.

“Not yet, baby bird.” I sit back down in the chair and drape her legs over my shoulders. This might be the last time I get to have her this way, and this time I’m going to savor it.

I bury my face in her pussy and swipe my tongue up her slit, flicking her swollen clit with each pass. My cock stands at full attention, and the tip weeps to slip inside the tight heaven of her cunt. I won’t be able to hold back much longer, so I fuck her with my tongue the way I will shortly be fucking her with my cock.

She grunts and groans and presses harder against my mouth. I add two fingers, curling them ruthlessly against her g-spot and she detonates, flooding my mouth with her release. I make a show of wiping her juices from my chin, and she blushes.

I start to work my pants back down, but she pushes me back with her foot in the middle of my chest. “I want to see all of you.”

“What my baby bird wants, she gets,” I agree and shed all of my clothes.

Her eyes fixate on my chest and stomach. “Like what you see?”

“Very much,” she says in a husky voice.

“Me too,” I match her tone and lean forward to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Giving the other one equal attention, she squirms underneath me.

I line my cock up with her opening, and she freezes. “Condom,” she says.

Sliding the head up and down her slit, I push the tip inside, ignoring her demands. “No, I’m going to fuck you raw. I’m going to paint your tight cunt with my cum, and you’re going to let me like a good little slut. Do you know why?”

“Why, daddy?” she asks in a meek tone.

“Because this is my pussy, and I’m going to claim it.”

I slam so hard inside of her the table scoots across the floor and my balls slap against her ass. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and in this state I hope they do. I want my marks on her body just like I want my cum in her pussy. Pulling her back to meet each of my thrusts we slam together over and over.

Each thrust sends my body soaring, and my heart pounding against my chest. How am I supposed to walk away from her? To watch her reconcile with my son?

I already know I can’t. When Liam is better, either I’ll have to encourage them to leave, or I will. Knowing my time with her is coming to a close, I bring us both to climax, claiming the one woman that can never really be mine.

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Wren

We’re quiet after we get dressed. Instead of me ignoring him, like earlier, there’s a cloud of melancholy hanging over us. At least for me, there’s a sense of loss I can’t shake, like I found a missing piece of myself, but I can’t hold on to it.

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