Page 8 of Wicked Brat

“Fuck them, baby. The only party that matters is right here.” I was working against her again, sweeping my fingers at her clit, swirling her to a sensitive state, before sliding my hands around her waist and slipping down the back of her beautiful, round ass cheeks.

“Seeing you in that short skirt tonight made me want to get my hands on these gorgeous curves”—I yanked on her cheeks, working our bodies together in frenzied rhythm—“and now that I’ve got eyes on it, I just want to fuck it.”

Her soft pants turned to needy moans, her cunt pulsing and leaking around my shaft as she finally fully relaxed around me.

“Soon, little girl, I’m going to own this pretty ass as much as I own this wet pussy.”

Her fingernails dug into the skin at my back, my dick pumping into her, hips grinding, and moans echoing off the walls around us as we spun closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” she breathed sweetly at my ear. “Cum for your little princess.”

A roar barreled through my chest as her little pussy fisted me so tightly we both came in waves of pleasure. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and her shaking form trembled around me, hugging me closely, making me forget where I ended and she began.

“That was…” Her breasts were heaving with overwhelmed sensations between words. “That was incredible.”

I crooked a grin, letting my body fall down on the cool tile floor next to her and dotted kisses on the underside of her wrist. “You’re incredible, baby girl.”

“Do you think they could hear us?” She snuggled into the crook of my arm, and I loved it.

“Well, if they did, at least we’d be rescued.” I traced my fingers along her hairline as I spoke.

“I don’t think I’m ready to be rescued yet.” She turned, a sweet and satisfied grin on her face.

“Neither am I.” I brought her lips to mine in slow, quiet kisses. “I’m all for living out the rest of our days naked and drinking wine, baby, but we’ve got forever to get to.” I brought both of my hands to her cheeks as I kissed her again, enjoying the taste of her on my tongue. “And when it comes to you, I’m not a very patient man.”

Chapter Six


Waking up in Asher’s arms was perfect. I’d pictured this moment so many times in my mind, but the reality of it was a million times better than anything I’d imagined. I liked how cherished and warm he made me feel, as if I was the only girl in the world.

I turned around to look at him and was surprised to see him awake, a goofy smile on his face.

“You look like the cat who just caught the canary,” I said as I pushed aside the loose strands of hair bouncing on his forehead.

“It’s hard not to feel smug when you wake up to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He leaned in and kissed me. He pushed my lips open with his tongue, melding it with mine. He tasted like sugar and Scotch, a mixture that I never would have thought would taste like pure bliss.

A groan escaped his lips as he rolled us on the floor and climbed on top of me.

“If I died right now, I would die a happy man.” He nuzzled my neck. It was nice being in the cellar. Here, nothing else existed but the two of us. Nothing in the real world could impact us. I never wanted to leave. I was sure we could survive a few weeks with water, booze, and the bags of peanuts stockpiled on the shelves.

“You think we can barricade ourselves in here?” I asked, exposing more of my neck to give Asher more to taste. His hands roamed down my body, kneading my breasts and causing me to moan.

“I love how responsive you are. You like it when I do this, baby girl?” he asked as he twisted my nipple. “Tell Daddy what you want,” he demanded.

When the words didn’t come fast enough, he twisted a little harder.

“I need…” I panted, not able to form the sentence, lost in a fog of lust.

“What do you need?” he asked again.

“I need to feel you touch me down there.”

“Touch you where?” he asked.

“Down there,” I moaned.

“Say the word, little girl. I want to hear the word coming out of your sexy lips.”

“I want you to touch my pussy. Please, Daddy, touch my pussy?” I begged.

That was all Asher needed, because his hand was on my clit, rubbing me.

“I love how wet you get for me. You have any idea how hard you make my cock? How many years you made me rock hard for you? For this sexy little cunt?” he asked before he slapped my pussy, causing me to scream. The slap stung, but it also flooded me with need and desire.

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