Page 12 of Wicked Wishes
“Oh, sweets, you don’t know how bad I can be,” I rumble, dragging her over my hard cock and watching her as she tips her head back and moans soft and sweet for me.
Her hands wrap around my neck, the long nails scraping gently at the back of my head and driving me crazy. Mine grab her ass rough and rock her against me. Her eyes meet mine and they are jade fire in the darkness, and I am so over pretending I was not lost the moment she set those eyes on me.
I remember the pumpkin cupcake and I grin, grabbing it. Using my thumb, I swipe a chunk of the thick frosting off the top. Watching her, I run my thumb over her tempting mouth, spreading a little of the sweet treat across her lips. Pulling at her bottom lip, I pop my thumb inside.
“Clean it off, sweets,” I growl, both of us breathing heavy as her sticky lips close around my thumb.
One of her hands wraps around my wrist as her eyes lock on mine. Swirling her tongue over the tip, back and forth, she sucks every bit of the frosting off my thumb. Watching her pull part of me deep past her lush lips makes me so hard I ache. Her cheeks hollow out and her eyes are so hot, I swear everything else around us burns up.
“Come here,” I urge roughly, lifting to tangle my hands in her thick hair and pull it down from the messy bun she has it in.
My mouth crashes over hers, my tongue licking at the frosting coating her lips. Her tongue tastes like me, and I growl, biting at her bottom lip and sucking the buttercream off her. I eat at her mouth and it’s not the frosting that makes it so delicious. It’s just her. I kiss her hard, my hand rough in her hair, my other arm wound around her to hold her tightly to my chest.
“You taste spicy,” she whimpers, licking at my mouth with a soft little sound before she slips that hot little tongue past my lips.
Kissing was always something I could never get enough of. It’s more intimate, I think, than some more intense sexual acts. To taste someone this way, to touch their face and align your body with theirs, it feels like nothing else. And kissing her feels as if it will always be intimate, intense, and something I will never get enough of.
Her body twists, struggling to get closer, and I feel her pebbled nipples rub against my chest. I drop my hand, pulling at one nipple, finding her bare beneath her thin sweater. Sliding my hand lower, I go for the hem of her shirt, wanting to feel her skin. Wanting to feel the weight of her, the warmth of her, and the silkiness of her skin. As my hand glides up her side, I start to move my hips, wanting to give her something tonight.
Between her legs her sex is hot as she rubs it against me, her thin leggings hiding nothing about how turned on she is. My cock punches at my zipper, eager to get where he wants to be most. I want to pull him out and slide him home in her slick heat, but I can't.She moans as I rock my hips, my cock rubbing against her clit, her head falling back as she starts to tremble.
I pull my mouth from hers and dip my head, pulling at the draped neckline of her sweater, looking to get at her breasts. As I cup her left tit in my hand, I lower my head, sucking at her nipple through the soft top. I need her bare for me, for my mouth, for my touch, and for my cock. I burrow my face between her ripe tits and curl my tongue around her stiff nipple. Just as I scrape my teeth there, pulling at the sweet bud, I stop.
“Oh fuck,” I growl, pulling back and pushing her away all at the same time.
“Harley,” she whimpers, eyes wild and face flushed so pretty I almost can’t look away.
“Sweets,” I frame her face in my hands, swallowing my desire down as I struggle to focus, “down the hall, the little monster. I heard her prowling. My daughter wants us to do this, but she has never seen me with another woman. Can we pump the brakes?”
Blinking at me, she pushes away with her hands on my chest.Biting her swollen bottom lip, she nods just once. Giving me just what I need. I sigh and pull at her jaw, kissing her hard and deep once more. Before we get lost in another damn good kiss, I slide her off my lap gently. I adjust my dick, willing it to go down before I get down the hall to my daughter. Don’t think I am ready for that kind of talk yet—if ever.
“Daddy,” her voice echoes down the hall and effectively kills my hard-on. Good to know.
“Hey monster,” I call back, rubbing at my mouth and fixing my clothes as I head into the spare room.
“I had a dream about unicorns. They tried toeat me,” she babbles, tears drying on her face as she reaches for me.
I start to go to her, knowing we will need some Disney movies to shake a bad dream off. I am shocked when she glances past me and spots Hanna. Tears forgotten, she sighs and wiggles her hands at her, the sign of her making her choice. She has chosen her new babysitter over me. I would be a bit wounded if it didn’t make me happy. Hanna shoots me a look, as if asking if this is okay, and I only smile and nod before she rushes to scoop her up.
“Can we watch movies now?Notwith unicorns,” she says this with the sage knowledge of a preschooler who has seen some shit with Unicorns.
“No unicorns. How about some Raya tonight?” I suggest, coming up behind my girls and wrapping my arms around Hanna.
We spend the rest of the night curled up together on the couch. We watch whatever my little monster asks us to. I get to hold both of them and even steal a few kisses from Hanna. I don’t recall the last time I felt so good. I wasted an awful long time being a good guy and letting the good life pass me by.
Not anymore—I am done being the good guy who doesn’t get what life has to offer. I am taking it with both hands.
Chapter Eight
Hanna
Halloween is right around the corner—and I don’t know what to go as.
Do I go as the party girl most the town thinks I am? Do I go as a beauty blogger who loves to spoil herself but rather spoil a certain little girl and her daddy? Or do I go as the sexy babysitter who can’t seem to close the deal with the hot daddy next door?
“Am I sitting tonight?” I ask Harley in the warm sunlight of a perfect fall day.
“Not tonight. Taking her for Halloween with the in-laws,” he dashes my hopes of another night with my two favorite people.
