Step-Crush (Wanting What’s Wrong #9) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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She starts with some weak protest, but her scent is driving me mad and waiting is making me irritable.

I dive face-first into her warmth, snuffing out any other delay tactics she might decide to try, driving my tongue like a spear into her opening, barely getting it inside with her barrier in the way.

“Fucking sweet,” I mumble, swiping my fingers over my damp lips. “I can’t wait to fill this tight little hole with my fat cock, baby. You want that, don’t you? Daddy’s dick inside you while you tell him how much you love him.”

She hisses, her fingers digging into the arms of the chair, head flying back as I eat her out like a ravenous beast. I’m sucking and licking, sloppy wet sounds filling the air as her flavor fills my mouth, my balls heavy with what I’m going to put inside her very soon, but I want her to give me this first.

“I’m going to get you good and soft so you’ll be ready for me. Daddy’s got an oversize package to deliver. But you need to earn a wedding night fuck from your husband, so don’t make me force you to do things, baby. Don’t make me hurt you to make you comply. Because I don’t want to have to do that.”

“Ramses, I don’t… I’m not ready to get married.”

I kiss her inner thigh, licking my way back up to her opening, then swirl my tongue around, lapping at the warm juice streaming from her.

“Your cunt says otherwise.”

I find her clit with my tongue and work in slow circles as she wiggles and twitches under my oral ministrations. Within a minute, she’s pliant, eyes glazed, looking half-drugged, but I know she’s all too present for this. Better to be made compliant with my mouth than the needle I was prepared to use if she fought me hard enough.

Her belly quivers and I adore every inch of her sex with my mouth. I bathe her little petals with my tongue, mouth, and spit. Up and down and side to side as she watches me from above.

I even add on a little motorboating sputter into her wetness hoping for a little smile.

I shrug when she clenches her jaw, eyes on the ceiling, desperately trying to hold on to some control.

I’m relentless though. Grabbing her little clit with my teeth and working it with my tongue as she fights for the slip of pride she has left.

Her pupils turn black with a rim of that vibrant green. I strain against her, the muscles down my back rippling as I push my tongue as deep as it will go into her warm, wet cave.

I slide my fingers between the curve of her ass and the cushion of the chair, mounting her on my face, controlling her, reveling in the joy of her flavor while a fever takes me and her opening squeezes around my tongue.

I’m grunting into her body, shifting upward, dry fucking the air as my hips pump in juvenile jealousy that my mouth is having all the fun.

I attack her clit, refusing to surrender even as she battles against the pleasure I’m forcing upon her.

“Come on, Little Lamb, there’s no fighting me. You know that. Give me what I want. You’re going to be a dirty whore for me and me alone. Now fucking come on my face, show me what a messy, greedy slut looks like.”

I return to her splayed open folds with something that feels like glee. I knew getting my mouth on her would probably change my life, but I had no idea I’d feel what I’m feeling.

She’s biting her lip and gritting her teeth, trying to hold back the oncoming orgasm, being defiant as usual. So I release one of her soft ass cheeks and retrieve my gun from the holster. I ring her clit with my tongue, as her heavy-lidded eyes watch me draw my weapon.

When realization sparks over her face, my skin lights up with the crackle of energy between us.

“You’re gonna come for me,” I mutter, gathering a quick breath before returning to that swollen nub, running the tip of the barrel up the crease of her ass, wiggling it in until it’s centered at her opening.

Her muscles contract as I apply steady, even pressure, pushing the cold steel into the sopping wetness dripping down, spitting on the barrel once before doubling down on her hard little nub, watching her body curl into itself as I start to pump the gun against her back entrance.

“Come. For. Daddy.” I mumble into her softness.

“Oh, fuck…” She throws her head back, the fingers of my other hand gripping her soft flesh while the gun slips easily up and down, pulsing, pulsing for three, two, one, and then a little more pressure, giving her the tip right inside her tight little ass.


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