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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But, that will never happen.

When I think of her, my brain short fucking circuits. The instant boner I’ve fought off for years, I now let fly high because she’s fucking legal.

It’s my love for her that’s kept me from deep dicking her bent over the bathroom sink. For Mina, I will always do the right thing. My love for her keeps my baser instincts in check.

But it’s getting harder and harder to stay in control.

The grip she has on my heart is unyielding. Those fucking eyes, the color of those Andes Mint wrappers, look to me for something I can never give her.

But, her curvy youth has blossomed into voluptuous sinful temptation that as a mere mortal, I must have.

She’s every dream I’ve ever had of what I need.

The perfect girl. Good-girl. Baby-girl.

I think of her every second. Sometimes, in lightning-fast flashes but she’s still there. Even in the hard moments, the ones where I’m deciding the trajectory and velocity of a throw as the last seconds on the clock tick away. She’s still there.

I think of those sweet, gorgeous tits pressing against my chest. Thinking of railing into her morning and night. Filling that little girl pussy of hers with every seed my balls hold as I bareback, raw dog her until she’s ripe with me.

Get in there.

Get deep.

Deeper. Force feed her womb until there’s no going back.

She’ll be mine forever if I get my baby in that soft, sexy belly of hers.

Then what will they say? Wouldn't matter, it would be too late.

So why haven’t I claimed my sister?

Because she doesn’t break rules. She’s fragile like that and if I destroyed her in the pursuit of my own needs? That is unacceptable.

So, I’m going to get to the fucking bottom of why she's sitting here looking heartbroken with a bottle of tequila, but first, I’m going to take care of her.

“Jackson.” She says, the bottle on the grass but I still hate it. “Wh—what are you doing here?”

I sniff, wanting to tell her the truth.

Because I can’t stay away.

Because I want to claim you and make you the mother of my children while making you my own sort of little girl.

“I knew my lil’ mint was going to be here alone. Or I thought so…” I narrow my eyes at the closed patio door, the sounds of high-school summer privilege spinning out of control coming from the other side, but that’s not my concern at the moment.

“Yeah, I—” She shrugs a shoulder to her ear, crickets serenading the moment from the darkness. “Invited a few friends over.”

“Friends,” I repeat, knowing that’s a fucking lie.

I recognize some of the assholes dancing around inside the house. My father bought this place a few weeks ago, telling everyone the summer home that’s been in our family since I was five was too big.

There’s a lot my father isn’t telling everyone, but he’s less my concern. Mina doesn’t lie. Ever. Which means if she is, it’s because she’s scared. Something is wrong and I’m here to fix it.

“What, you don’t think I have friends?” she snaps drawing her lips into a tight pout, eyes narrow. I like her defiance. I love it. I want her to be herself, with me. Forever. Sweet. Bratty. Pissed off. Whatever.

I’ll take it all.

She’s on her feet and I close the distance between us. There’s something different about her tonight. The pale green of her eyes is more piercing, the curve of her hips more womanly and the scent of her cherry blossom hand lotion is making me throb.

Fuck, I want to reach out and manhandle her lush tits. Slide my hand down inside her pants and finger bang that slick little pussy, then take her to get a tattoo with an arrow pointing down…

This belongs to Daddy.

She pushed into a triple D cup size this year and she’s in a size twelve or fourteen depending on the brand of clothes and I love every morsel of her. I know all her sizes because I ransack her room whenever I’m home. I steal her panties, sure. That’s standard, baseline stalker stuff. But, I keep track of her clothes, her sizes, the brand of pads she uses when she’s on her period. No fucking tampons for my little girl either. Nothing goes in that hole. If I can’t have her, some pink plastic feminine product can’t either.

“Yes, I’m sure you have friends.” I lie right back. She has one friend, Rosaria, from the stuffy, out east prep school my father and stepmother sent her to four years ago. I keep track of her friend as well. She’s good to Mina, so that was some comfort as the years and distance separated us. I paid off some of the staff at Chats-whatever school as well to send me daily reports and pictures. To look out for her and report any bullshit going on. They did good, but I’m done hovering in the background. “But, these fucks inside the house? They’re not your friends.”


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