And I Stopped Calling You Daddy Book Novels & Stories

He stared at her red lips with a look that was hungry but absolutely ruthless. "Don't come crying to me when I actually do. Because once I start, I won't stop until you're broken." Lona flashed a wicked smirk. "I think I’d like being broken by you, Daddy..." Suddenly, the sound of Bella’s footsteps echoed back. Revan instantly straightened up, stepping away with a fluid, natural grace. By the time Bella walked back in, he was busy adjusting his rolled-up sleeves. "Finished your talk?" Bella asked cheerfully. "Totally, Mom. Daddy Revan is... surprisingly interesting when you get him one-on-one," Lona said as she stood up. She brushed past him, letting her hips accidentally bump his hand.

And Sierra, God help her, couldn’t either. The night pressed on, heavy and restless. Sierra lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling as shadows danced across the walls. Every creak of the house made her heart jolt, every memory of Damien’s touch replaying in her mind like an illicit film reel she couldn’t shut off. She rolled over and pressed her face into the pillow, muffling the whisper that escaped her lips. “Don’t stop, Daddy…” It horrified her that the words came so easily, that they thrilled her as much as they shamed her.

He says and and a sudden intense bolt of desire clutches at my p**** makes me whimper as I stand staring at him. Man he hasn't even touched me yet and I'm already going insane. I chuckle nervously and bite my lip. "You really have to stop doing that Mr Mitchell. " I reply and he chuckles. " What happened to dad? Why did you stop calling me that all of a sudden? " You asks and I stare at him. " Because you keep on thinking the other way around. I can't keep on calling your daddy when the only thing that rings in your mind is a sex daddy." I reply and he laughs softly.

"You don't talk to me like that, I am your father, didn't your mom teach you it's bad to talk to your Dad like that?" "Dad, please not in the mood, why did you call?" "Can't I call you?" "Dad, stop with the pretense I know why you call." "You sure do know everything like your monster of a cousin and your late grandpa.' "Leave them out of this; you choose your part and no one stops you."

I read some more headlines and come on Twitter. “Stop reading that.” Carter says pulling the phone from my hand but I don’t let it go. I should call my dad. I say pressing the phone. My dad answers it on the first ring. “Daddy.” I say my voice shaking. “Isabella? Where are you? I have been trying to get to you all morning. You were not in your apartment.” My dad says. “Yeah daddy I’m— I’m—“ I start to say but I stop.

For fuck sake, why can't he stop calling me daddy for now, till I figure out how I was his father. “Daddy!” his voice pierced the air again as he gripped my shirt, shaking me and trying to jolt me out of my thoughts. I forced a smirk on my lips, “He sure looks adorable,” I replied, trying to sound casual “Do you like him, Daddy?” he asked, his eyes fixed on mine. I exhaled, trying to keep my temper in check. “Can you quit bothering me?” I coughed out, unable to contain my anger, my voice harsher than I had intended.

“No, I can’t…” The adorable little girl, who was as cold as ice yet as smooth as a marble statue, shook her head vigorously. “My daddy and mommy told me that I can’t just call anyone ‘daddy’. I only have one daddy, Mr. Meanie. You can bribe me with chocolate all you want, but I won’t call you daddy.” A hint of disappointment flashed across Zachary’s inky eyes.

Have I ever known him? “Amelia, she's lying.” Even now…he wasn't going to accept his wrong doings. I disowned him. “I hope you rot in prison. I hate you, and you are no longer my father. I hope we never cross paths again. Goodbye.” Oh shaky legs, ignoring his screams of him telling me to come back, I let Dane walk me out of the station. I'm fatherless. Cool. Outside, I received a call from Mom. “Are you okay? I saw the news.”

I moaned. Suddenly, his finger stopped playing with my pussy. “W..why did you stop?” My head tilted toward him. He locked our gaze, then slipped his finger back in. “What did I say you should call me whenever I’m ruining this dirty cunt?” His pace quickened. My breath hitched. “Daddy... ohh...” The word made my body tremble in shame. He removed his finger again. This time frustration clung to my skin. Why was he stopping every time?

I sucked my teeth as I moved to the homepage. I picked up my phone and dialed a number. I placed my phone to my ear as I moved my eyes to the time on my laptop. Past midnight. "Hey, daddy," Cece's familiar seductive voice came through. "So excited you called. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me." "You at the club?" I asked. "Yeah. Where else I finna be, daddy? I be workin' diligently and makin' you lots of them bills you love."