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His Decision

مؤلف: Angela Shyna
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-03 21:43:17

ANGEL

When I finally got his pants open, I pulled him out and wrapped my fingers around his length. He let out a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, his hips bucking slightly into my grip.

He was thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, his cock twitching in my grip like it was as eager as he was. Veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed and swollen. I’d touched this cock hundreds of times. Had it in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. Had learned every ridge and
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  • Daddies In My Holes   Angel is Mine

    DANIEL“I don’t know.” Her voice was barely a sob, her body still shivering as she clenched her eyes shut. “I don’t know anything anymore.”There it was.That beautiful, perfect confusion. That uncertainty that would be the foundation of everything I built next. She broke down completely then, collapsing against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “Why?” She choked out between sobs. “Why did this have to happen to me? Why can’t anything just—why is everything so—”She couldn’t finish. I held her while she broke. Poor little Angel. Life just kept shitting on her from a great height.Good thing Daddy was here to clean her up. To put her back together. I made soft, comforting sounds. Rocked her gently. Pressed kisses to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair—my shampoo on her skin. Mine. Everything about her was becoming mine. My scent on her body. My baby in her womb. My cum probably still coating the wall

  • Daddies In My Holes   Twisted Games

    DANIELShe wasn’t moving, not even when I gathered her shivering body in my arms.Angel sat frozen, the medical documents now clutched in her trembling hands, staring at them like somehow the words would rearrange themselves into a different truth. They wouldn’t. I’d made sure of that.I held her and waited.Patience. That’s what this moment required. Patience and the kind of restraint that made my muscles ache with the effort of not pushing harder. If I moved too fast, pressed too aggressively—she’d retreat. She’d rebuild those walls I’d just demolished and I’d have to start all over again.So I waited, and let the information sink into her bones.But her tears were bothering me.Not because I didn’t like seeing her cry—I fucking loved seeing her cry, loved the way her eyes got all red and swollen, the way her bottom lip trembled in a way that got my cock excited. But the knowledge that these tears weren’t for me burned like acid in my chest.She was crying for him. The life she’d i

  • Daddies In My Holes   His Baby

    ANGELI woke up screaming.Or maybe that was just in my head. My mouth was open but no sound came out—just a dry, cracked wheeze that scraped against my raw throat.I was in a bed. A familiar bed. Soft sheets that smelled like his cologne.Daniel’s house. Daniel’s bedroom. Daniel’s fucking prison. For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how I got here. The last thing I recalled was the world going black. Daniel had been pulling me toward the examination room. His hand on my waist. The instruments waiting inside. The doctor preparing everything. The—My hand flew to my stomach.I pressed down and felt the soft give of flesh beneath my fingers. My frantic fingers searched for something, anything—a swell, a hardness, proof that my baby was still there. I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t exactly feel anything different. My stomach was flat. Or was it? Had it always been this flat? Was there supposed to be more? Less? I didn’t know what I was looking for.

  • Daddies In My Holes   Pavlov’s Theory

    DANIELI caught her before she hit the floor. Instinct. Reflex. Couldn’t let her crack that pretty skull open on the linoleum, could I? I stood there holding her, looking down at her face. Pale as paper. Tear tracks drying on her cheeks. Lips still swollen and pink from being wrapped around my cock.She looked ruined. Destroyed. A beautiful wreck that I’d made with my own two hands.My cock twitched in my pants. Already half-hard again just looking at her.Down, boy. Not the time.I carried her to the examination room, shouldering the door open, and laid her on the bed. Her hair fanned across the pillow like a halo. She looked like some kind of angel.My ruined, broken, perfect little angel.The rage from earlier was gone. Burned out somewhere between hunting her through the corridors and spilling down her throat. All that was left now was something that felt uncomfortably like disappointment.“Fuck,” I swore, staring at her closed eyes.What the hell was I supposed to do when she wa

  • Daddies In My Holes   His Decision

    ANGELWhen I finally got his pants open, I pulled him out and wrapped my fingers around his length. He let out a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, his hips bucking slightly into my grip.He was thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, his cock twitching in my grip like it was as eager as he was. Veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed and swollen. I’d touched this cock hundreds of times. Had it in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. Had learned every ridge and vein and sensitive spot because my survival depended on knowing how to please him.And now I was going to use that knowledge to save my baby.“Bad girl,” he breathed, looking down at me with something like awe. Pride. “Now show Daddy what that nasty little mouth can do.”I leaned forward, lips parting—“Wait.” His hand shot out, gripping my chin, stopping me an inch from his cock. The head brushed against my lips but he didn’t let me close the distance. “Not yet. I want to enjoy this.”He traced

  • Daddies In My Holes   Stubborn Hope

    ANGEL“Then try harder.” He released my face and sighed heavily. “You know what? We’ll wait. I’ll give you… let’s say sixty seconds. One minute to get yourself under control. And then we’re going to have a conversation about consequences. Sound fair?”Nothing about my entire fucking life since the day he’d taken me had been even remotely fair.But I nodded anyway, what choice did I have?I stayed on my knees, still clinging to his legs like he was a life raft instead of the iceberg that had already sunk my ship. Tried desperately to slow my breathing. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. In. Out. Like those yoga videos I used to watch when I was bored. Back when my biggest problem was what to order Mrs Martha to prepare for dinner.Breathe in the positive energy. Breathe out the negative.Breathe in the psychopath. Breathe out the urge to scream.“There you go.” Daniel’s hand returned to my head, petting slowly. Approving. “Good girl. See? You can do it when you try. You just n

  • Daddies In My Holes   Reward III

    ANGEL“Turn over,” he said.My arms were shaking so badly I could barely push myself up. I rolled onto my stomach. I was lying in my own mess on the kitchen table. Destroyed. And I didn’t care about anything except the feeling of him stepping closer behind me.He grabbed my hips. Pulled me to the

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-03

  • Daddies In My Holes   Reward II

    ANGELHe stepped back, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sleep pants. He pulled them down slowly.His cock sprang free. Hard. Flushed dark. The head swollen and glistening with a bead of precum that caught the morning light. Heavy. Thick. Curving upward slightly like it was reaching for

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-03

  • Daddies In My Holes   Unleashed II

    ANGELI kissed him back. Tasted him. He growled into my mouth and the kiss turned feral — teeth and tongues and fury. . . Something underneath that was starving.He pressed me further onto the couch and his weight came down on me. His hips landed between my thighs and I felt him — hard, straining,

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-01

  • Daddies In My Holes   Aftermath

    ANGELHe started to move.He was not gentle. Not careful. He fucked me like he was trying to break the couch. Like he was trying to break me. Like every week of restraint was a wave and they were all crashing at once. His hips slammed against my ass with a force that drove me forward into the cushi

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-01
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