And I Stopped Calling You Daddy Book Novels & Stories

we were caught. He helped me settle the heating pad back against my belly once she'd gone. "Aren't you scared?" I asked. "I mean, she just caught us." "I should stop teasing you," he said instead, thumb brushing along my jaw. "You're far too young for me to be doing any of this." "I don't care." I held his gaze. "I love you so much, Daddy." Something in his expression softened, went almost unguarded for a second, but the next moment it just turned sad, quite serious to an extent that I feared he would send me away now.

Not with anyone. By evening, I was back home for the weekend, feigning a smile at dinner as Mom droned on about her book club. Daddy sat across from me, his foot occasionally brushing mine under the table, sending sparks up my leg. His eyes met mine, dark with promise, and I felt myself getting wet despite the anger simmering inside. "How was your day, Isabella?" he asked, his voice casual, but I caught the undertone the one that said he was already thinking about later.

They no longer had that power. When my son called, I went to him. Behind me lay a door I had closed for good. Before me stood my son in the evening light, holding out the life we had grown together. When my son called, I went to him. I did not look back.

## Chapter 14 Joseph redialed the number and it wasn't connecting. He dropped the tray containing the prawn veggies sauce and basmati rice on the table . “ I got a call from my Dad's contact and the phone has gone dead ,if you will please excuse me for an hour i will really appreciate .” Joseph said in a calm soothing voice like it wasn't once him speaking so boldly minutes ago . Isabella decides to be generous to him since she would be visiting her father later in the day .

My daddy doesn’t do anything without a reason. With that thought in my head. I leave my room to find my daddy. I want to know why he did what he did. Yelling at him or being mean to him is not the way to get the answers that I need and want. As soon as I reach the dining room, I hear the tapping of a spoon against a cup. Knowing exactly where my daddy is I walk out of the dining room and go directly to the kitchen area. Stopping at the doorway I see my daddy sitting at the small table next to the window. He is staring out that window with a cup of hot tea in front of him. What has me stumped is a big leather book that is sitting in front of his cup. He doesn’t turn or look at me. “Take a sea

My cock jerked violently against the zipper of my jeans. The word detonated low in my belly, heat exploding outward until my fingertips tingled. Last night crashed over me in full color: legs hooked over massive shoulders, thighs quaking, three thick fingers pumping deep while that same voice growled, “Come on, pretty boy. Give Daddy one more.” I should have ended the call. Transferred him. Hung up. Instead my voice came out wrecked. “Okay, Daddy.” “Good boy.” Two words. My stomach twisted into a knot so tight I couldn’t breathe right. My free hand gripped the desk edge until my knuckles ached.

I might have been a criminal, but I still had standards. Don’t let pussy distract you. Don’t snort the product. Call your sister weekly. See? Easy. “You like that, Daddy?” “Don’t call me that,” I replied. “I’m not your fucking daddy. You’re not on right now.” Kandy pouted but didn’t stop rubbing my dick. With a wicked smile I’d seen her use on so many clients, she began undoing the zipper on my black slacks, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

I rode him fast grinding my clit on him until I came again screaming his name. "Yes ride me you brat," he said gripping my hips tight. "Take all of my cock. You love getting fucked by your stepdad do not you?" "I love it Daddy," I moaned loud. "Your cock is so big. I am addicted to you now. Fuck me anytime you want."