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 sneer, watching her shoulders droop. Her sadness twists like a serpent inside me. I have to keep myself from dragging her out of here and behind the closest bush to make her forget about whatever this bullshit inside the house is.

I bite into my cheek, watching her eyes trail up and down the front of my suit, catching for a second on the front of my slacks as a little surprised chirp slips from her pink, plump lips.

If she knew what I was thinking right now…

I don’t miss the round points of her nipples doing battle with the lace-trimmed white blouse she’s wearing. I know she made it for herself. It’s got her signature style and I want to tear it from her pale flesh, but instead, I press myself harder into her, sweeping my arms around her back, pulling her as close as I ever have.

“You give the best hugs,” she mutters against my chest as I lock her softness against me in the only contact I’ve allowed myself with any woman. I’ve never wanted anyone else. No one would believe me. I’ve had so much ass thrown at me over the years, but never have I been tempted. Never have I considered touching anyone else.

How could I? The thought of my fingers against another pussy then, someday, I guess I always knew there would be a someday, having those same fingers touch my Mina?

Fuck no. I’d rather die.

My dick is steel. Balls tight.

I close my eyes. Hugging my stepsister is enough to make me cum in my pants.

So, I do.

As I knew I would. I gave up trying to fight it. I just come prepared now. Two sets of boxers do the trick as I battle back my roar and think of how many sperm have been wasted outside of her body over the years because of her.

Trillions. Zillions.

With my composure ready to snap, I ease back, missing the softness of her tits against my chest, the resting of my pulsing cock against her hip.

Are you wet? I choke back the question, her scent answering for me.

“You’re breaking some laws in there,” I state, watching the furrow of her brow as I take a lingering look at the crease of her cleavage, my balls still fucking on fire from my silent climax. “You okay?”

“Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? That’s what dad always says.” She shrugs twisting her hair in her fingers. “First time for everything,” she grins, but there’s a tension in her forehead. A tightness in her jaw.

I want to be all your firsts. And me yours.

“Don’t pretend, Mina. I know something’s fucking wrong here—"

The slider opens followed by laughter and a throng of drunken teenagers spilling onto the patio, cutting me off.

And, fuck, they’re wearing what I already know are Mina’s creations.

The lights from inside the house flicker off the surface of the dark water of the pool. Mina hates water and I’ve never known her to sit on the patio at our old house or be anywhere near a pool. Her fear of what was inside the house tonight outweighed her fear of being out here, and if these assholes think they are continuing this night with a nice cool summer swim they are going to be fucking disappointed.

“I’m going to fucking take care of this,” I grumble. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to know she doesn’t want them here. I take her phone off the table and pocket it, keeping at least that much safe for her because this could turn south quick. “Go stand over there.”

I nod toward the empty part of the patio by the diving board, thinking she will be out of the way in case I start tossing bodies around.

“Wait.” The purr of her voice hits me like a cannonball to the heart and she tugs at the lapel of my jacket. “One more quick hug. They always make me feel better.”

I will deny her nothing right now. I gather her quivering body in the loop of my arms, only this time, I make no effort to shield her from the hardness behind my zipper. I don’t know what comes over me but I press into her, fucking grinding every inch of me against her softness for a split second.

The movement transpires in the blink of an eye, but I already know it’s changed everything.

“Jackson.” The sound of my name on her lips nearly doubles me over. “I—I…” Her eyes flick downward where my steel length is pressed solidly against her hip, her eyes dilate as I run my hand around the silky skin under her jaw, her pulse tapping on my palm. “Is that…”

“This?” I growl, humping against her, watching her eyes rolling back as the world starts to spin around us. “Don’t be scared, baby—”


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