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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She stirs when I open the door. “Is that you?” she mutters on a yawn.

I’m unbuttoning my pants before she’s even got her eyes open. “It’s me, baby girl. It’s over.”

I hear her swallow in the darkness. “Really?” she reaches out to embrace me.

Pants off, shirt off, and I take her in my arms. Home. Safety. Where I belong. “Really.”

I kiss her deeply, possessively. She tastes like fucking heaven itself. I hold her tight in my arms and roll over onto my back so she’s straddling my aching cock in her little white panties and her long-sleeved pajama top. Fuck me. I have no idea how someone can be so fucking cute and so fucking hot at the same time.

“We need to talk,” I tell her, and see her stiffen.

“About Corsicov?”

I shake my head. “No, that’s all taken care of. Something else that’s been on my mind. I saw your journal, baby. I know you didn’t do as I told you while I was deployed.”

“I…I was going to…it just.” She shakes her head on a growl. “I don’t have to justify myself to you.”

“Tick marks,” I say with disgust. “Nothing but tick marks. None of your thoughts, none of your dreams, none of your desires.”

“You want to know my desires, huh?”

I growl at her, pulling her down close, making her ass rise up as she gasps a laugh. I take my shaft in one hand and push her panties aside with the head, and then push deep into her.

I slip my other hand underneath her shirt, touching her skin lightly, so fucking slightly, and feeling the goosebumps rise up under my touch.

She comes up from the kiss for air. “But Trent. If I get pregnant…if I already am pregnant…have you really thought about that?”

“If? Fuck if. When.” I slip my tongue between her lips again, and I feel that deep, primal ache inside me. Her breath. Her flesh. Her fucking body.

She pulls away from the kiss now, though. I can feel the panic in her breath. “What will people say?”

I just shot a man from half a mile away to keep her safe. If she thinks I give a single fuck what anybody thinks, she’s out of her goddamned mind. “The only thing that matters right now is my cum inside you. My marching troops are going to do battle in those little tubes of yours until they find their target then…game on, baby.”

“But Trent….” I hear the fire in her voice, the rebellion. The straight-laced uptightness of thinking too far ahead.

“You want the belt or my hand? Or, I’ll think of something new. Maybe it’s time you learned what a good face fuck is like. All messy and choking until your eyes roll back and I decide when you get to breathe.”

And just like that, her pussy weeps.

Atta fucking girl. True submission, from the inside out. How does she not know how beautiful she is? How could she ever fucking doubt it? “I dreamed of these curves. Every fucking night. Your body is the only thing that kept me sane.”

I feel her cheeks tighten with a smile. I don’t even need to see her now to know the way her eyes must be glimmering.

I slip my hands around her lush breasts, feeling her softness, her shape, the way her nipples tighten as I tease them with my thumbs.

Fuck. I want to rut her like a wild boar. I want to fucking breed her until she’s laying in a puddle of my cum.

But some little part of me still, even now, wants to protect her. Even from myself. So I slow my pace inside her, thinking more of her pleasure than my own.

“Trent,” she whispers as I shift my cock to press into her g-spot.

“What the fuck did you call me?”

She answers with a shivering moan. “Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.”

Such a good girl. “Better.”

Pushing into slowly from underneath, her body arches as I fuck her, her fingertips resting softly on my shoulders. And I know heaven has nothing on what I’m feeling right now.

I keep her close and fuck her hard. Hard. Hard. Letting her feel all my power from underneath, making her tits jiggle and her curves ripple with the force. I drive hard into her once again, finding my rhythm as I feel her body tense, her thighs instinctively opening wider as I thrust into her deeper still.

She inhales and it comes out as a cry, a burst of pleasure that makes her pull my head against her tits. Unashamed and beautiful and fucking greedy.

“That’s right, little girl,” I growl into her flesh. “Come for Daddy. Just like that. Your orgasms are my purpose.”

Her walls grip me tight and it’s all I can do to stop myself from coming right now. But I need this to last. I want this to last. Because today, I committed the ultimate sin for her. And I need her to make me whole again.


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