Step-Farmer (Wanting What’s Wrong #5) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Novella, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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She is an angel. My angel. And it’s time me for me to claim her in ways I shouldn’t but I know I will.

“What are you thinking?”

I’m thinking of shoving your ankles behind your ears, getting that tit in my mouth and taking your cherry straight to hell.

She is purity and innocence and I want to defile her in a thousand ways.

“Just trust Daddy,” I say, the last word slipping from my lips like a dark signal of the storm on the horizon.

I step forward and draw her hand forward, pulling her to the edge of the kitchen table as her blue eyes widen.

“Did you just say…Daddy?”

She swallows as I focus on the blue veins snaking just under the ivory flesh of her cleavage and slip my hands around her tiny waist, positioning her plump ass on the end of the kitchen table then taking a seat in the chair in front of her.

“Isn’t that what you call me at night when you are alone in your room?” I want all the cards on the table, I want no more secrets between us. She may fight, she may not understand but one thing she is not going to do, is get away from me.

Ever.

Her bee sting plump lips fall open in a silent answer.

“How did you know?”

I scoot the wooden chair I made myself closer, spreading her knees with my torso, my head at the perfect height for her to feed me from those engorged milkers. She’s a tiny girl but her tits are giving Dolly Parton a run for her money right now and she’s never been more beautiful than she is sitting there with confusion crinkling her nose.

“We’ve had our bedrooms next to each other for ten years. I have good ears.”

“But…” She starts, then stalls as I reach up and unbutton two more of the white pearl buttons on her blouse as her hands start to tremble. Her heartbeat is audible, fast, racing, racing toward the finish line with me there waiting to give her the prize I’ve been saving just for her.

“But what? Do you not call me Daddy when you’re alone? Or is it not me you are thinking about when you use that word?” Lightning crashes through my core waiting for her answer which comes immediately and with enthusiasm.

She shakes her head and I spread open her shirt, nearly losing consciousness as I see her soaking wet bra, the hint of her deep pink areola peeking out from the top of the lace.

“No! I don’t think of anyone else.”

“So you do think of me. I’m Daddy.”

She nods and a wash of relief warms me as my balls tighten into knots and my cock bends like a forged iron bar in my pants.

“Daddy.” She purrs as I settle my palm on the outside of her wet bra. “Are you going to suck my milk out?”

“Yes, baby.” Another shift. Another word uttered that secures her in my life in a position other than what the world would accept between a man that’s raised his niece as his own.

The fear in her eyes turns to fire as I squeeze the heavy flesh of her breast and her lips curve into a smile, her lashes flutter as her head falls back.

“They ache.” She hisses at the ceiling, lowering her gaze to mine. “Help me, Daddy. Make it stop hurting.”

“Of course. That’s what a daddy is for. To help. That’s all I’m doing, baby, I’m just trying to help. You understand that right? I’d never hurt you. Maybe a spanking if you’ve earned it…”

The fantasy of her over my knee with the goat milker on those full tits feels like a gut punch as I reach inside her bra and withdraw the swollen flesh.

“Jesus.” A spray of milk hits me right between the eyes and all the longing and waiting feels like a penance being released.

“I have so much milk. I could be one of the cows in the barn. I don’t know why every week there's more and more. If it’s going to be such a bother, maybe I should just stop taking the medication.”

“I don’t think it will matter from now on. You can take the medication if it helps with your periods but you should know, I intend to stop your periods from bothering you.”

Her leaking nipples have me hypnotized as I squeeze and kneed the warm flesh the tiny jets of milk wetting my face as I stick out my tongue, catching a jet and savoring the sweet warmth.

“You can’t stop my periods.” She chuckles as I shoot her a glance, eyebrows raised, and she catches on.

Before she can mount any protest, I give her something to do.

“Feed me, baby. Uncle Eli will take the ache away, push that nipple deep and I’ll suckle away all the pain.” I open my lips, guide her hands around the swollen orb and nod wanting her to be the one to do the honors.


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