thinking about rhett abbott and preachers! daughter reader !!
pure smut.
“this is wrong.” rhett huffs out with every kiss. despite his words, his hands explore your body, squeezing the flesh of your ass with a groan.
“i know rhett.” you look up to the silver cross above your daddy’s desk. rhett leans against the desk, you in between his legs.
“this is your daddy’s office—“ you kiss down his neck. “hell—there’s a service going on now!”
distantly you can hear the drawl of your father, preaching about sinners and their fate in hell.
“nevermind that! touch me rhett. i need you. please.”
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.
“oh lord.” you huff. “please forgive me.”
“please don’t stop rhett.”
rhett’s 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.
“why did you want this? want me of all people?” rhett speaks, speaking with every other suck of your nipple.
“i’ve wanted you longer then i could bear rhett.”
his other hand traces up your knee, bunching up your dress as you take in a sharp breath of air.
“you’ve been thinking about me? what about your…beliefs?” his eyebrows quirk in curiosity.
you nod pathetically. you try to speak but falter when rhett’s thumb brushes the band of your underwear. his mouth still doesn’t let up from your tits.
you let out shakily, “i heard on the radio once—oh god.” you could feel his callouses, built up from bull riding and hard work on the ranch against your throbbing pussy.
“i heard that if it feels good, then how can it be bad? and god—you make me feel so good rhett.”
rhett’s chuckling to himself, because what kind of radio station are you listening to that defiled your innocent ears?
“like when i do this?” he circles your clit, mouth reaching your nipple to bite softly.
“yes. yes rhett—so good—heavenly.”
he cups your pussy now, thumb rubbing directly on your clit though your soaked underwear.
“you gonna cum in your pretty little panties for me sweetness?”
“don’t call me that rhett!” the sound of the old nickname makes you wince.
he’s 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 you’ve possibly felt. his thumb tweaks your nipple as his other one rubs your clit.
“wanna cum for me?”
“oh god—yes! i do rhett.”
he kisses you softly, and you moan in pleasure. you grind on rhett’s thumb, riding out very shock of your orgasm.
“thank you rhett—thank you so much. oh god! i’ve never—“
he shuts you up with another feather light kiss. “you’re welcome.” he’s smiling at you, admiring how fucked out you look.
“up to doing this again sweetness? maybe next time not in your daddy’s office?” he asks.
you know you should say no, but then again: if it feels good then how can it be bad?