Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life. By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day. Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life. Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.
Bred By Preacher Daddy (A Sinfully Rough and Reluctant Breeding Story)by Jenevieve DeBeers
Warning: This is a terribly
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Cadence is a wicked young woman. She knows it, and revels in it, but at the same time longs for salvation. Preacher Daddy has failed to tame her wild heart, but now he has a new plan — a baby! Will Cadence figure out his wicked plans for her in time? What will he do, and make her do, to succeed in his plans for her?
Warning: This is a terribly wicked story full of explicit consensual sex between a young woman and her preacher step-daddy, who wants to impregnate her. This story is sizzling hot, and could be too hot to handle for some readers.
This short story is hotter than Hell.
If you enjoyed this story, check out the first one — Punish Me Preacher Daddy.
"Oh," I cried, sitting up. "What time is it?"
I'd fallen asleep. I needed to clean up, wash my daddy's scent off, before going out and speaking to Momma. Not that she'd notice, but I didn't want to take the chance.
"I still have time for a shower," I said, noticing the time. Not much time, but enough.
Pulling on my bathrobe, I kicked off my red stiletto pumps and headed for the bathroom. The door was ajar, the light on. Odd. I never left the light on, and I was the only member of the family that used that bathroom. Inside I found my Preacher Daddy, medicine cabinet open, my birth control pills in his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Cadence! You surprised…I mean, I was just checking to ensure you have enough birth control," he said, flushing red and placing the pills back into the cabinet. He squeezed past me, saying, "Considering what a wanton little harlot you are, and all."
I frowned at him, but grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the bathroom. Closing the door, I wagged my brows up at his startled face, and dropped to my knees.
"Let me show you my absolute favorite method of birth control," I said, unzipping him.
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