Step-Santa (Wanting What’s Wrong #7) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Mafia, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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“Tastes like my baby needed her papa. See, doesn’t that feel nice?” he asks, his blue eyes on me, watching as I nod, pushing up on my toes, raising my hips, desperate for more. “Greedy. You’re never going to look at my mouth the same again, baby.”

He dives back in, lapping and raking his teeth over my clit, devouring me and sending me to the tops of the mountains.

Everything else fades away except the sensation of his mouth and tongue on my pussy. His tongue slides up and down, then centers on my hard nub, flicking and circling until I’m on the edge of madness.

I steal a glance as his mouth works miracles between my legs. The furrow of his brow and the intensity in the flex of muscles in his shoulders only push me closer to the edge.

He’s everywhere all at once. The wet sounds of his sucking and lapping as my center makes my insides squeeze as the tension builds to an impossibly tightened spring ready to snap.

When his tongue moves down and I feel its thick pressure pushing inside me, I unravel. He licks around my opening, spinning, exploring, then it’s back to fucking me, invading me, thick and demanding.

The next second, he’s back on my clit as I grab fistfuls of his hair. He groans and my body starts to spasm.

“I’m—God, Papa, something is happening…”

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he dials it up to ten, feeding on my pleasure as fingers dig into my knees, pushing them to their limits, back toward my ribs, exposing me completely and I no longer care about anything other than the impending orgasm that’s spiraling into a mega-tornado inside me.

Fire burns at my cheeks as he pushes his tongue into my opening, then back to my clit. How he is everywhere I don’t know, but I want it all.

My orgasm lights like a flash fire, taking over in one consuming burst that calls his hand to clasp over my mouth before the first scream hits. The tsunami comes from my center, spinning and destroying me as it goes, but he doesn’t stop and I half cows to start spinning in the air above me.

Pleasure buckles my core as I twist and writhe, raw screams heat the palm of his hand, but he holds me steady against him. The pleasure wreaks havoc, tearing at my insides and rearranging me in ways I know can never be undone.

I’m overcome, blind and boneless as I ride the waves of black and white. My body shakes, my throat is dry and raw as Gennero kisses his way up my belly, easing back onto his heels as I take in the look of satisfaction in his blue eyes. The wetness on his mustache and beard as he licks his lips.

“Sweetest pussy in the world. I never need another gift again, you’ve ruined me, baby. I’ll never be the same after that.”

His eyes pin to mine as my chest rises and falls. I’m breathless and voiceless—my eyes half open as I try to make sense of what’s going on and how everything is going to be different now. The last of the orgasmic aftershocks making me twitch as I lay dazed and spent.

But before I can get too lost in the mire, Papa eases my feet down to the rug, pushing my legs wide again.

“Legs open. It’s time for act 2.”

He pops to his feet, working his belt then his pants, stripping them down his legs and off as my eyes widen, taking in the angry length of his cock jutting out from his body.

His balls are low and enormous, matching the thick length of the rock-hard shaft standing at the ready with veins snaking around its girth. A clear liquid oozes from the swollen red head as it stares me down and I gulp down the panic lodged in my throat.

“These?” He reaches down to cup his testicles that hang low between his inner thighs. There’re a few angry looking scars on his thighs under the brush of dark hair. Some are thick and ragged, and others are smooth circles and I realize how little I know about his past. “These balls been saving up. I’m going to unload inside you. Nothing between us, baby. Grandpa’s going to cum inside you. Come what may, you’re mine now.”

I gulp.

No way is that going to fit inside my tiny body.

But, from the look in my grandfather’s eyes, he’s going to figure it out.

One way or another.

CHAPTER 6

Gennero

This was not the plan.

Or was it?

All those nights, beating off, hating myself, did I truly think I would have the flavor of her sweet pussy soaking my beard as she lay spread wide, ready to take my dick inside her precious body?

“You are my north star,” I choke out, overcome with emotion as her wide eyes take in what’s about to become her God.


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