Preacher’s Daughter Read online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
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Her eyelashes flutter, and she looks worried but stays silent. I see her breasts moving up and down under the thin fabric of her shirt, and I want to feel the hard nipples between my lips.

“I want to help you make all your dreams come true. But I want more. Do you know what that means?”

“I think so...”

“Do you feel that?” I press her hand harder over my chest, mine on top, holding it there as she nods. “No one has ever done that to my heart before. It’s been beating like I’m running for my life ever since the day I saw your first video. Then yesterday, when I finally touched you, I thought I was going to have a heart attack right there. I want you, Selma. I want all of you.”

She shifts back and forth as I bring my other hand to her cheek, feeling the warm, soft flesh. My thumb traces beneath her jaw, and I feel her pulse race to match mine. My desire is burning through me as I move down and take my first taste of her lips.

I give in to all the feelings that have been simmering inside of me since that first video. There’s a low rumbling in my chest I’ve never heard before, and there are so many things I want to tell her.

I’ve been the poster child for self-control my entire life. It’s gotten me where I am today. But in this moment, I’ve lost it all. All the other victories and successes in my life fall away, paling in comparison to this simple kiss.

As she sighs, I feel cum seep out of my cock and my tongue glances over her lips, pressing into her mouth. I feel her body stiffen but step into her, so we are connected from our lips down. My dick jumps, and her breathing halts.

When I retreat slightly from our kiss and meet her eyes, I see fire.

“I like that.” Her lips curve into a smile, and I see the sparkle there that is more Anastasia than Selma.

“I’m glad. That pleases me very much. You drive me crazy, you are my treasure.”

At my words, her eyes narrow and her hands wind up and around the back of my neck. I don’t remember the last time I was touched besides a friendly handshake or courteous hug. I hadn’t thought about it before now, but I’m so happy this feels so new for me as well. All the years of being alone, of working all hours and avoiding any sort of personal intimate life, suddenly make sense to me now.

“You want to know something?” she asks, her breath coming fast over her shimmering lips.

I nod. “I want to know everything.”

“I know it’s wrong, everyone in my community would be horrified...but under my skirt right now?” She digs her teeth into her plump, pink bottom lip and presses her chest into me. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Fuck,” I grit out. “You’re trying to kill me.” My dick throbs and fills more, making it feel like it’s about to rip through the fabric of my pants.

Grabbing her under her arms, I lift her up, and her skirt moves higher on her legs as she locks them around my back. Then I carry her to the luxurious velvet sofa and set her down.

As I stand, I hold her legs apart and push her skirt to the tops of her thighs.

“Stay like that,” I command. “Don’t move.”

Her wide blue eyes stick to me, and her shimmering red hair is messy around her shoulders. The light from the window catches in the dew on her pink petals, and my lips and tongue ache to taste her. I wonder if she thinks I’m horrible, spreading her like this but I don’t see fear in her eyes.

I see desire.

The air around me is perfumed with her arousal as she parts her legs another inch and gives me a smile that tells me Anastasia is taking the reins.

“I need you to know,” I start as I shove my hands down into my pants pockets and admire her from a few feet away. “Once I taste you, once you give yourself to me, you are mine. Truth? I decided yesterday when I touched you, you were mine. There’s no undoing what you’ve done to me, Treasure. I won’t let you go.”

“What about—” I hear Selma coming back, and I hold my hand up to stop her.

“There is no ‘what about’ anymore. You will need to trust me. Know I will take care of you, and that will include dealing with your father. Your life is yours, my Treasure, and his life is his. He’s a grown man, he will figure it out.”

I see relief wash over her face as I step forward, loosening my tie and pulling it from my shirt collar. Then I relieve myself of my shirt and watch the wonder turn her eyes to full blue moons.


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