by Wyatt, Dani
Panic rises in her eyes and her arms fly out to her sides, flailing at anything and nothing.
Her eyes widen in fear as the orgasms fail to stop and topple, one over the other, leaving her helpless under me.
I lower my voice. “Slow. Take a slow breath, baby.” The undulations of her inner walls milk me to another climax of my own, even as I’m talking, drawing more cum from my jerking balls.
I lean over, hovering over her face, and try to catch her frightened eyes.
As I do, I reach down and flatten my palm over her racing heart. Holding her down, I feel the connection there as stars dance in my eyes and the muscles in the backs of my thighs twitch.
Just when I didn’t think I could fall any farther in love with this sweet girl, in her delirium she reaches up and puts her own tiny hand in the same place on my chest. And I know, no matter what, there is no going back.
No going back to who I was before.
No going back to the things I did to distract myself from my miserable life.
No going back to the guilt of not being the man I should be.
The man I will be.
For her.
I halt my movements, letting her body calm and relax. As I do, memories of the day we met play back in my mind.
That day I first saw her, she awakened something in me never before unearthed. A vicious predator that wants to own her, to give her every kindness. And yes, still hurt her in beautiful ways at the same time. To claim her, completely and utterly.
I’d never imagined having this with the girl in front of me in the checkout line at the greenhouse. It was storming that day, she was soaking wet and I couldn’t keep my eyes from the way her T-shirt clung to her body.
I’d stopped in to buy a new basil plant as I keep killing the ones I have. I keep a fresh herb garden in the aviary in my home. Something passed down from my mother. But hell if I can keep the damn basil alive.
The golden-haired angel was checking out in front of me, buying cucumber and tomato plants—just one of each. When the cashier rang her up, she reached in her wallet and came up short.
She turned to glance at me, pushing up the black rimmed glasses that drooped on her nose, humiliation in those eyes. And God, those eyes...shocking brown with shimmering-blue flecks, unlike anything I’d seen before.
She’d set the plants aside, apologized with growing rose color on her pale cheeks. The cashier huffed, gave her a dirty look, rolling her eyes and looking to me to join in on her bitchy bandwagon.
That didn’t fucking happen.
My girl mumbled she’d try to come back with the rest of the money, her eyes downcast as she slipped her wallet into the back pocket of her jeans. Just then, a clap of thunder shook the entire store. She’d let out a terrified yelp, nearly fell to her knees with her hands over her ears.
After that, the pink that was on her cheeks turned to red. I saw tears gathering in her eyes.
Something inside me came alive. Sparks ignited. A protective fury overcame me.
A paternal sort of seed was planted deep in my gut.
I needed to help her.
I needed to care for her.
I needed to claim her.
I watched as she stood, fear in her eyes and she’d moved away, her ass filling out the pockets of those jeans in a way that had my mouth watering. Her “I gave at the office” wet T-shirt showed off amazing curves and my cock jerked to life.
She looked at me in that moment and I saw something in myself I’d never seen before.
A man who wanted a woman. Not just in his bed for the night, but in his life. I’d never had that feeling before and it nearly took me to my knees. But it was still more. She was part woman, part little girl and I wanted to be the man that could take care of both of them.
In very colorful and clear language I told the cashier what a piece of shit she was and that she was out of a job. One thing about me, I don’t make idle threats. Later that same day, I made a call to the owner of the greenhouse who’d I’d known for many years and made sure my words were not a mere threat.
I’d caught up with my girl, asked if she was okay. She looked down at her worn, dirty white Converse sneakers and told me she was sorry. She was embarrassed, but she was terrified of loud noises.
I kept her there a while longer, asking her questions, trying to calm her down. She told me that she took care of plants for people in their homes and offices. I told her I needed her services.
I also told her I was taking her to dinner that night. When I saw the anxiety in her eyes, I simply told her it was for a proper interview, nothing more. It was a ruse, of course, but it set things in motion even I had no control over.
When we were done talking, I found the closest worker in the greenhouse, and had nearly all the plants in the damn store delivered to my house. I wanted to be her to be so busy with me, I would be her one and only customer.
I moved her in a few days later while she was out working at another job. She’d come home to find her shithole apartment empty and me standing there, leaning against my car as I waited out front.
I’d explained to her she didn’t live there anymore. She fought me, saying she could take care of herself and she barely knew me. The memory makes me smile. Such a strong girl. When it was evident, she needed a bit more convincing, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the car.
A night and day of her pushback and her threats to call the cops and tell them she’d been kidnapped. But in the end, I won. It’s what I do.
I win.
Now, the innocent, shy girl with the green thumb and crooked bangs is wrapping her cunt around my dick the way she did with my heart that first day I set eyes on her.
I slide deeper into her heat as yet another of my own climaxes becomes impossible to hold back. The stars in my eyes turn to visions of a future I never dreamed possible.
OTHER TITLES BY DANI WYATT
Standalones
Wrangler
Reigning Her In
Sweet Ride
Forging Forever
Just Until Morning
Saddled
Perfect
His to Break
Rough Neck
Parting Glass
What If
The One
Preacher’s Daughter
Meet. F*ck. Done. – CAN’T WAIT
Keeping Her Close
Back to Her
Let Go
Our Turn – Can’t Wait Bundle
Our Turn Standalone
Love, Daddy
Mastering Her Heart
HIS Rules
Goodgirls Say Please
Kiss Me Goodnight
Yes, Daddy
Men of the Woods
Hard Cut
Deep Cut
Rough Cut
Straight Cut – Coming October 2019
Holidays
Night Before
Valentine's Rose
Baby It’s Cold Outside
The Forever Collection
Where She Belongs
When She’s Mine
Promise Duet
Promise
Cherish
Southside MMA Series
Force
Push
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, with a little more plot and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.
She’s fighting middle age like a warrior and lives an average life battling gravity. When she's not writing, she is probably laughing about some irony (like the fact that A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), reading, riding her horse, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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