Step-Baller (Wanting What’s Wrong #3) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Erotic, Novella, Sports, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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I’m Mina’s Daddy now, and it’s my job to spoil her.

“Daddy?” she pushes at her near empty plate, bobbing her eyebrows. “Have we ever… You know…?”

She makes a gesture with her hands, pushing a finger in and out of her gripped fist on an exaggerated wink and I stifle my laugh.

Her eyelids flutter for a second as she drops her hands. “Sorry. If we have, you know, done it, I don’t remember. This amnesia is sort of a problem.” She frowns, her brow worried and that look is part of the old Mina. The worrier. The girl who hated anything out of order.

I shake my head. As sick as I am right now, I’m not going to lie about this.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re a virgin. So am I. A good Daddy is patient for his little girl, waiting until she’s ready. You’re just eighteen. I had to wait for you and I did, even though you teased me until I damn near lost my mind.”

“I did?”

I nod. “You’re a naughty girl sometimes, but I love you even when you’re bad. Even when I have to punish you, I still love you.”

She blushes, the old Mina shining through with a curl of her lip and a shy tuck of her chin. “I think maybe I like to be punished too. Sometimes.” New Mina is back with a wink. “But is that why we came here for our vacation? Because I’m eighteen and now is the right time?”

Don’t do it. Don’t ruin her.

“Maybe. But I’d never rush my little girl. I have to be disciplined with myself because I’m being disciplined for both of us.”

She smiles and nods. “Okay. I have another question.”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I mean, how is it you’re a virgin? I mean, look at you.” She waves her hands up and down. “You’re perfect, and well guys, you know…” She shrugs. “They aren’t really known for their control. How long have we known each other?”

I swallow on a cough, my mind racing, working out the next lie.

“A few years, lil’ mint. Like I said, I waited for you. You have been special to me for a long time.” She considers that for a moment, her lips part and I sense the endless stream of questions coming that could take us through the rest of the day, so I cut her off. “Now, tell Daddy what you want to do tomorrow. Anything at all. As long as you feel up to it, that is…”

She pouts. “Why not today?”

“Because Daddy’s tired, baby. I had to watch you all night. And you need to rest too. So today you do as you’re told, then tomorrow we’ll go to the carnival and whatever else you want.”

She nods, standing from the table, and walks toward me, my balls fucking pulsing, wanting to unload inside her. Her pert little nipples are outlined under the red fabric and her hips, Jesus, child-fucking-bearing. I don’t care if that makes me sound like a misogynistic asshole. It’s true.

“Okay, so rest for us today, but tomorrow… Can I drive your car? Pleeeease?”

I nod before I think it through. Mina doesn’t fucking drive. The thought of getting pulled over would have had her in palpitations. When I showed her the driver’s education study guide when she was sixteen, she damn near passed out. But now? Now, she’s desperate to try every goddamned thing.

Including taking a ride on my dick. Soon enough, babygirl, soon enough.

She hops and bounces, those incredible tits swaying, nipples hard, making my mouth water, when she suddenly stalls, stands straight as a stick, hands smacking on her cheeks. For a second, it’s the old Mina again, panic dancing in her eyes.

“Wait, do I know how to drive? Do I have a license?” She squints, lips tight and my heart skips. She’s remembering…

“Well, no actually. I’ll give you a lesson.” She nibbles her bottom lip, crinkling her nose again and wiggling her hips as the new Mina’s excitement returns and it’s practically bubbling out of her, the fear gone as quickly as it came and I can’t help but tease her a little. “Or, maybe not. Daddy isn’t sure you’re ready.”

She folds her hands prayer style, long dark hair falling around her pale cheeks, eyes closed, mouthing please, please, please and I could beat off for the next ten years thinking about this moment.

“Sure, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll teach you to drive. But you’ll have to earn it.”

“How do I earn it?” she asks, and to my absolute shock she drops to her knees in front of me, pushing herself between my legs, those pale green eyes turned up to me, gazing into mine.

I changed my boxers before we ate, but it’s taking every ounce of willpower right now to keep from ruining them again.

“By being a good girl,” I tell her, as my cock tents the front of my pants and I watch her grin widen, her mouth opening as she looks at the bulge.


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