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Daddy Does Dahlia
     

Daddy Does Dahlia

by Nikki Palmer
 
After a whirlwind romance, Dahlia was widowed at the young age of eighteen. A year later, she is lonely, horny, and ready to move on—but the only man she can think about is her “Daddy”—her father-in-law, whom she’s grown very close to in the past year. Tonight, Dahlia is consumed with unrequited passion, and she’s ready to

Overview

After a whirlwind romance, Dahlia was widowed at the young age of eighteen. A year later, she is lonely, horny, and ready to move on—but the only man she can think about is her “Daddy”—her father-in-law, whom she’s grown very close to in the past year. Tonight, Dahlia is consumed with unrequited passion, and she’s ready to risk it all, and make her move. Is Daddy as wild and out-of-control with lust for her, as she is for him?

A sexy short story of 5,347 words.


*Formerly titled "Daddy Does Dallas". (At some retailers, "Daddy" has been replaced with "Danny".)


Excerpt:

<p>Instead of driving to her apartment, he took a winding route through the city of Fort Worth, pulling up into the driveway of his large brick home. When she looked at him with a question in her eyes, he simply said, “I’m tired of playing games. I’m tired of holding back. I know you’re not over Mark’s death, and even though it makes me feel a little weird, having these feelings for my son’s widow, I just can’t help it anymore. I need you.” He reached up and stroked her hair back from her face.</p>

<p>“Dad, I’m not still pining over Mark. I miss him, yes. I always will. But we were together only four months. It’s been almost a year since his death. I’m ready. I’ve been ready a long time. I’m ready for you.”</p>

<p>“You are?” His eyes were wide with shock. “I’ve been waiting…hoping for a sign from you…”</p>

<p>“Me too.” </p>

<p>His hand drifted down to her neck, and the heat from it seared her skin, the nerve endings sizzling with anticipation. She wanted that hand to go lower. She ached for it.</p>

<p>“Is that why you called me today?” Her heart was beating faster.</p>

<p>“It’s why I’ve called every time for the last few months. I just chickened out. I didn’t want to push you. Before that, I was calling just to see if you were okay, and also because I was lonely, and you understood. But lately…all I can think about when I call is what you’re wearing, what you’re doing, and what it would feel like to have your body up against mine.”</p>

<p>“Me too. I was naked when I talked to you earlier tonight.”</p>

<p>“I thought I heard you taking off your clothes. God, that make me so hot. I was touching myself, wishing it was you doing it.”</p>

<p>“I was imagining you on top of me, your bare skin on mine.”</p>

<p>He groaned, and shifted in his seat, turning toward her. The hand at her neck finally moved down her shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her. Then it trailed down to the side of her breast. Her pussy ached with need as he stroked his hand over her breast. His other hand delved into her hair, pulling her closer.</p>

<p>His kisses grew more insistent, his tongue dipping in and out of her mouth, toying with her own. He was a fantastic kisser—if they’d been standing, she’d have been weak in the knees. She felt a warm wetness spreading in her panties. She was desperate for him, clutching at his shirt.</p>

<p>“Take me,” she whispered as he kissed her neck. “Fuck me, please, now!”</p>

<p>She didn’t have to ask twice. They hurried out of the car, then threw themselves in another embrace, kissing, sucking, panting. Somehow they got up to the door, and he struggled to unlock it while Dahlia ravaged his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. </p>

<p>Once inside, some small part of her marveled once again at his amazing home—the high ceilings and crystal chandelier in the foyer, and the curved staircase and mouldings. She’d been there many times before, and the home was breathtaking.

<p>But most of her awareness coalesced on Daddy—his rugged form as she stripped him of his clothes as he led her upstairs, the look of wild lust in his eyes, the taste of him on her lips. She had kicked of her shoes at the bottom of the stairs, and once they got to the top, Jacob took over, peeling off her dress, marveling at the way her cleavage spilled over the top of her Walmart push up bra. She wished she was wearing something fancier, but she knew she looked good in her lingerie, regardless of where it was made.</p>

<p>“You look amazing,” he breathed, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples though the satin.</p>

Product Details

BN ID:
2940016692982
Publisher:
Sextreme Press
Publication date:
04/15/2013
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
54 KB

Meet the Author

Nikki Palmer resides in Texas, where everything is bigger—and that’s how she likes it! She enjoys whisking her readers away into a lusty world where the women are willing and the men are very, very able.

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