“Answer me…how many fucking men have taken pleasure from this body…” I shake as I feel his fingers skating down my chest… Br*ast, N*pple, Torso, Then…then…my v*lva. I moan, staring into his orb with lust... He locks eyes with me while he feathers a touch over my clit. “Speak up. How many…have touched this cl*t, make it swell…make it h*rny…speak?” He commands and I moan... *** Since my eighteenth birthday everything I felt for my foster father turned into lust. I wanted him to ruin me for other men but he kept rejecting me. Breaking my heart. I'm not about to stop. I'll tempt him until he caves. Until he fucks me. Because David Truman is mine. **** David started having lustful feelings for Vera since her eighteenth birthday. He tried to make it stop but it couldn't. He knows involving in this naughty relationship with his foster daughter will implicate her life yet he can't help it. He wants to devour her. He want to own her. To ruin her for men. But after giving her himself as a gift on the night of her graduation, he wanted more. Will he still be able protect Vera from the mafia brothers searching everywhere for her?
View MoreAll my life I’ve called him daddy and he called kid.
I love him because he always protected me. Always provided for me. David Truman is what everyone out there would wish to have as a ward or father figure.I was lonely when he picked me up from child protective services and became my foster dad.To others, David Truman was ruthless, coldhearted, and brutal. He kills without mercy. Fires without guilt. Hurts without batting an eye.You cross his way, he slaughters. But, he’s more brutal, deadly, and violent when it comes to me. David Truman is also known to be a great womanizer. Rumors had it that he'd taken about four wives. None of them were able to tame him nor handle his brutal side.Hell, my daddy is one that could make you shiver with just one look. His demeanor was always cold. He was always detached.
However, women go horny at the glimpse of him. He's powerfully built. Handsome like a god…I mean more handsome than any Greek god. He's about six-four. You can imagine how I craned my head whenever I wanted to look at him in my five-four. All Tabloid in the whole of America features him as the most handsome in the state. All gossip blogs feature how many women crush on him…yeah, my daddy is that swoon-worthy. He’s hot. Sexy as fuck.And to cap it all, my daddy came first in Forbes list of the richest men in America.That’s my daddy. Powerful, handsome, filthy-rich.And as I read all these about my daddy. As I heard how women moaned whenever he's brutally fucking them, I wish it was me. I wanted to witness first hand who my daddy is.I mean, the man makes me wet. I used to love him as my daddy but everything changed when I turned eighteen.My hormones became more pronounced, making me horny as fuck whenever we were together.I want my daddy to bed me.I want my daddy to tease me with his cock. That monster cock of his.I always finger myself
thinking about him.I always dry humph my bed imagining his thick shaft stretching me to the brim.I want my daddy to want me.
My eighteenth birthday wish was for my daddy to fuck me senseless. I want my daddy to focus his attention on me and avoid all other women.Fuck! Thoughts about my daddy always sent shivers of need down my pussy. I want nothing but for him to suckle my nipples, every day. I want his dick to tease my clit.
I want to be a vessel for his pleasure and him mine.I want my daddy to be mine and me his.
I know it won’t be an easy feat because David Truman only saw me as his daughter or so I thought. He only saw me as a kid. He thought I was not old enough to have a sexuality. He thinks I’m the girl he had always protected from his immoral life. But he doesn’t know I know his secret.He doesn’t know I watch him whenever he dicks women in his bed, grunting at the mad pleasure.I always watch him fuck them and wish it was me. I want it to be me, hell it’s driving me crazy.
I’m now a nymphomaniac
just because of my daddy. I do dirty things just to prepare myself for the day he'll fuck me. But the man hasn’t batted an eye towards me.He's overly treating me like I’m still the Vera he picked up from the CPS from years before. But, only I know I’m not that girl again.I’m a full grown woman now. A woman who wants sex from the man she loves. A woman that can endure anything from the man she loves.Daddy, please bed me!I won’t stop tempting him until he lost it and comes to me.I won’t stop torturing him, showing him how my body has grown over the years until he succumbs and fucks me.I want my daddy to, tease me.Suckle on my essence.Kiss me.And most of all, make me his!Yes, I’ll be a temptation to David Truman.Thank goodness, his guardianship over me will end soon. So he'll stop thinking I’m a baby.My daddy must make his. I must be my David’s woman!Vera's POV. "Thanks, Evelyn." I smile at my housekeeper when she serves me the Earl Gray tea. I've never been a tea person that much but since my pregnancy clocked six months, I started craving it every morning. Today makes it eight months and two weeks since David and I married. An impromptu marriage. But no matter what I love it.It hasn't been easy. Not when David was ousted from the company by the board of directors because of the news Claire leaked. But we've been there for each other. He's been my rock and I've been his. Most days we spend time here in the courtyard, thinking of what other business we can establish and grow.Five months of brainstorming on that led him to establish a small business but it hasn't consumed his time. In fact, David devotes more time to me.Just like the news that spread—the news Claire released on the media, that's how David ensured to spread pictures of our wedding photoshoots. It got the media confused that he wasn't ashamed that he got mar
132. Vera's POV. I gasp at the splash of cold water on my face, waking up from sleep. My eyes bulge as I take in my surroundings. The room is bright, unlike before when it was all dark. But this isn't just a room, it looks like an office. But a huge one. There's a billiards table in the center with an overhead light. But that's not what makes my heart slump. It's the number of scary-looking men in the room, surrounding me like predators. My eyes scan them all. Tattoos both on their faces and body, piercing around their eyebrows, ears, and the corner of their lips. Some have a bald head, long hair, and short hair. My heart pulses as I examine the men more. None of their faces looks familiar. Since we got here, Russia, I've been in and out of consciousness. Actually, this is the first time I've taken out time to see my surroundings and the strange faces here. I nearly pee on my panties as I watch these men.Who are they? "So, this is the bitch we've looking for, huh?" One
131. David's POV. I've been worked up since Vera went missing. Same as Andrei. The both of us have not slept a wink and I've avoided Claire like a plague, ignoring her calls and text messages. It's all because of her that I'm in this mess but I seek to correct my mistakes. This time, no turning back. I'm damming all consequences now. If it's reputation, I don't mind losing it again. Fuck! My girl is out there in this cold weather with my baby in her belly. Thinking about Vera being helpless and alone is driving me crazy. I wonder how she's coping with our baby. This is literally the third day she's been missing and I'm broken. So broken. Stepping out of my room after brushing this morning, I see Irene waltzing towards me. "Good morning, sir." She humbly greets. The tray of food in her hands already tells me why she's here. Answering her greetings, I order her. "Irene, please take it back. I'm not hungry." There's a compassionate look in her eyes as she stares at me. It's
130. Third Person POV. Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach. Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end. Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly. What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind. He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman. He wants to paint the man black before Vera and that's working. The very dark, distant look on Vera's face is a pure indication. Oops, Peter smirked again, wondering about the emotional turmoil Vera must be going through. It's obvious the girl had been seeing the man as her knight in shining armor but now, that same man is the bane of her existence. Damn, Peter loves this. It only means…he'll finally settle with his true love and live peacefully with this grandmother and child. That's the family he
129. Vera's POV. My heart has never been this broken before. It feels like it's about to pop out of my chest. I'm losing my breath and strength is leaving my body fast. Sitting in the subway station on this frosty night, I sob relentlessly. I can't stop the rivulet or tears. I can't stop replaying the scene that occurred before me four hours ago. I've been sitting here for two hours and I've missed the first train that swung by. I can't bring myself to move. All I feel is heartache. David…after all he said to me, he still chose her in the end, why? Indeed, I'm never and I'll never be enough for him. After all, he is what he's rumored to be. A womanizer. I guess I was too blindly in love with him to realize I'd end up like his ex-wives. Too bad now, I'm carrying his child. I chuckle bitterly at the situation I'm in. I feel like it's a blessed-cursed situation. I'm blessed because I have a baby made out of my love for a man. But cursed because even before the baby could come
128. David's POV. As Claire and I leave the elevator, I feel the tension becoming palpable. I can't find it in me to respond to whatever greeting my employees send my way. Claire's heels make uncomfortable sounds as it hits the floor. My posture rigid, I swing the door to my office open and walk inside. I hear Claire slam the door shut behind her. Before I can reach behind my desk, she rushes to me, holding my arm. In that moment of surprise, I turn around only for Claire to smash her lips on mine. Her teeth cling strongly to mine. It's all I can do not to barf. The fuck is she doing? I wonder to myself while gripping the back of her hair and pushing her off of me. In disgust, my hand swipes over my lips, wiping the trails of her kisses. I pant, doing everything I can to hold back my rage and sheer eagerness to lash out at her."Claire, need I remind you what boundaries are?" I say so calmly. She might think that's how I am on the inside but no, I'm nothing but calm. She b
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