Step-Hero (Wanting What’s Wrong #1) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
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I push her up against the shelf with all the flour and sugar and lift up her skirt. She’s curvier now than she used to be. Every year a little more. Every year even fucking better.

“There are so many people here,” she says halfway through a laugh. “Animal.”

I kiss her neck, greedy and hungry. “I don’t give a fuck. If you don’t want me going fucking crazy, then you shouldn’t wear this dress.”

She laughs that sultry sweet laugh, that girlish giggle, and paws for my belt. The same belt I had her bite down on all those years ago. And have a hundred times since.

But this time, this fucking time, I don’t let her. Because this is for her alone.

Down on my knees in front of her, I slip my head underneath her skirt, letting the soft fabric fall over my shoulders, blocking out the lights of the pantry above. As the satin of her skirt envelops me, so too does the scent of her wetness, and the new perfume I got her last week. Just because.

I hook her panties aside with one finger and slip my tongue between her lips. Her thighs part wider and I feel her lean back. And groan.

I breathe in her scent. Her musk. Her fucking heat. I can tell where she is on her cycle from the way her pussy smells, like a fucking dog after a bitch in heat. Two days until ovulation. “You know I’m gonna fuck another baby into you, don’t you, baby girl? As soon as this nest is empty tomorrow, we’re starting all over again.”

She laughs, holding onto my shoulders. “Oh you.”

Nah. Not me. Us. “And what are you going to say when Daddy fucks another kid into you, baby?” I ask, before plunging my tongue deep into her pussy again.

“I’m gonna say thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much.”

Goddamn. Every word, every gesture, every moment perfect. Like she was made for me. Born for me to rule and keep and protect.

I slip a finger into her folds to reward her. And as I do I feel her creamy flow spill down thick onto my palm.

She’s so fucking beautiful. Always has been, always will be. If only women knew how far men fall when they do. If only she knew what she’s done to me. She’s the abyss and I never want to climb out.

I want her like a drowning man wants to breathe again. But it’s so much more than that. I don’t just fucking want her. I need her. From the depths of my soul. Still, always. To take care of her, to protect her, to claim her completely—as a woman and as that little girl that’ll always be inside her.

Sliding my tongue slowly into her depths, I lick and spread her with my fingers, tasting every nuance of her wetness. Her body arches back into a bridge, and she grips my shoulders tight.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispers, with whimpers and shaking moans, and pink lips dripping.

I gulp in her essence, diving hard into her opening with my tongue, sucking in the rhythm on the bud of her clit until I feel her body tense, her thighs instinctively opening, thrusting her pussy into my mouth.

She starts coming hard and strong, and she’s got me in that place all over again.

Fuck almighty, I love her. More than anything, more than everything. My baby girl. My whole entire world.

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