thinking about rhett abbott and preachers! daughter reader !!
pure smut.
âthis is wrong.â rhett huffs out with every kiss. despite his words, his hands explore your body, squeezing the flesh of your ass with a groan.
âi know rhett.â you look up to the silver cross above your daddyâs desk. rhett leans against the desk, you in between his legs.
âthis is your daddyâs officeââ you kiss down his neck. âhellâthereâs a service going on now!â
distantly you can hear the drawl of your father, preaching about sinners and their fate in hell.
ânevermind that! touch me rhett. i need you. please.â
rhett complys instantly. he wouldnt argue with a lady. he groans again, hands stretching towards your chest, he squeezes your tits, admiring how your mouth hangs open when he does.
you close your eyes, brain fuzzy when rhett connects his lips with your the tops of your breasts, kissing reverently and slowly.
âoh lord.â you huff. âplease forgive me.â
âplease donât stop rhett.â
rhettâs hands pull the top of your dress, revealing your swollen buds to him. he puts one in his mouth and you cover your mouth, moaning into your hand.
âwhy did you want this? want me of all people?â rhett speaks, speaking with every other suck of your nipple.
âiâve wanted you longer then i could bear rhett.â
his other hand traces up your knee, bunching up your dress as you take in a sharp breath of air.
âyouâve been thinking about me? what about yourâŠbeliefs?â his eyebrows quirk in curiosity.
you nod pathetically. you try to speak but falter when rhettâs thumb brushes the band of your underwear. his mouth still doesnât let up from your tits.
you let out shakily, âi heard on the radio onceâoh god.â you could feel his callouses, built up from bull riding and hard work on the ranch against your throbbing pussy.
âi heard that if it feels good, then how can it be bad? and godâyou make me feel so good rhett.â
rhettâs chuckling to himself, because what kind of radio station are you listening to that defiled your innocent ears?
âlike when i do this?â he circles your clit, mouth reaching your nipple to bite softly.
âyes. yes rhettâso goodâheavenly.â
he cups your pussy now, thumb rubbing directly on your clit though your soaked underwear.
âyou gonna cum in your pretty little panties for me sweetness?â
âdonât call me that rhett!â the sound of the old nickname makes you wince.
heâs laughing again, you can feel his chest rumbling with each laugh. unexpectedly, he connects your lips together.
his fingers, rubbing you so sweetly, feels better than anything else youâve possibly felt. his thumb tweaks your nipple as his other one rubs your clit.
âwanna cum for me?â
âoh godâyes! i do rhett.â
he kisses you softly, and you moan in pleasure. you grind on rhettâs thumb, riding out very shock of your orgasm.
âthank you rhettâthank you so much. oh god! iâve neverââ
he shuts you up with another feather light kiss. âyouâre welcome.â heâs smiling at you, admiring how fucked out you look.
âup to doing this again sweetness? maybe next time not in your daddyâs office?â he asks.
you know you should say no, but then again: if it feels good then how can it be bad?












