Daddy Issues 2 Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
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I feel like I’ve been eating for an hour, when I finally sit up and hold my stomach.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much in my life.” I rub my belly as Merrick clears my empty plate. “I think I’m going to explode.”

“I know how you feel.”

The vibrating tension between us has only ramped up since we entered the house and I am hungry for more than food. I’m already grateful for everything Merrick has done but I’m still having a hard time believing this isn’t more than just a lustful tryst for another morally-flexible lawman.

All the doubt evaporates when Merrick stands in front of me, looking like he’s won the lottery. The thin strap on the sheath I’m wearing falls from one shoulder, and as I reach up to return it to its place, his hand grips my wrist and moisture gathers in my panties as my fingers start to tremble.

“Leave it,” he commands. “Daddy needs to see you. Taste you.” He leans down next to my ear. “Daddy needs to fuck you. It’s cherry-picking time, baby.”

He stands, licking his bottom lip as I open my mouth to say something, but no words come. I want him to see me. I know that is true, down deep in my bones, so I reach over to my other shoulder and lower the other strap.

If not for the way my nipples are puckered, the fabric hanging on to the hard flesh, it would fall free.

I sway on the chair as Merrick brings his mouth to mine, hard and full, slow and fast at the same time. It’s caring, lustful, like a father and a lover all mixed up into one man.

His tongue glides through my lips as his hands lower the nightdress, then his warm, rough palm is gripping my breasts and my head is spinning.

“You like how Daddy touches you? You’ve grown into such a big girl.”

I nod, words impossible right now. The heady arousal his touch and his words spin inside of me feel perfectly right and horribly wrong, and it feels like I’m caught in a dream.

I’m so drawn to him. I have crazy feelings like he’s the father I wished I had, and then I have feelings a girl should never have for her father. But the mixture has me so turned on; I’m tingling everywhere.

“You’ve teased lots of men, haven’t you?”

“Yes…” I manage as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I can hardly breathe. “That was my job. To tease, and flirt, but never let them touch me. I never wanted them to…until now.”

“You know you are making my cock ache. Like you did yesterday, riding me like you did. Naughty girl. You were teasing me too, weren’t you?”

I cling to the front of his shirt as he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as the brush of his shirt against my soaking hot flesh nearly sets me off. “I was supposed to tease you. But you’re different. I wanted your touch. I wanted so much from you.”

“And you’re going to get it, little one. I’m going to give you everything.” His voice is thick and warm against my ear. “Daddy’s going to give you one very special thing today.”

He carries me down a long hall to a door at the end that’s standing open, and inside is a bedroom the size of a basketball court, with a bed in the center and the same soaring ceiling as in the living room, rough rafters criss-crossing everywhere.

I know what’s about to happen. I’m innocent in so many ways, but I know a lot. Book smart, I guess, in the ways of things. Between men and women. You don’t grow up in my sort of world without knowing way more than you should, at far too young an age, about sex.

It seemed like everyone but me was getting busy. In every tent, camper and up against the back walls of the stages where we played, men and women in every sort of mixture were fornicating.

Even as I grew older, it just never felt right to me. The sex just for the sex. There was something missing, no man ever ignited what Merrick has inside me, and I want to follow it to the ends of the earth.

I don’t know how this will all turn out, but right now all I can think about is a life with Merrick. And, stupid fantasy or not, I’m going with it.

The back wall of the bedroom is all windows that slide open, the early morning glow showing the outlines of the forest beyond making you feel like you’re in a tree house. The thick woods filter the light and bring in the natural, woodsy scent that mixes with Merrick’s spicy cologne.

The warmth of the room melts me as lusty heat pumps through my veins. Merrick lays me down on the bed, retreating a step, still looking at me like I’m that juicy steak he cooked earlier.


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