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"Only if it's as big and juicy as yours, daddy... Ooooooh... I'm gonna cum... Fuck me hard, daddy. Make your baby girl cum again!" Danielle massaged her clit even harder. Daddy squeezed her tits tight. He slammed his shaft inside her hungry hole as hard and as fast as he could go. Then Danielle cried out loud, a high-pitched sound of unabashed passion. As her cunt contracted hard around his cock, daddy shoved himself as deep as he could and groaned out loud as he shot his heavy load into his daughter's womb.

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, couldn't help but notice the erections Daddy'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts. We didn't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him. I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to

"My dear daughter, this new boyfriend of yours doesn't seem very smart. What's he trying to pull here?" Joyce's brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Are you an idiot, Henry? Lucius was just joking with you, so why did you have to be so rude with him? Don't you have a sense of humor?" I replied calmly, "Wasn't he the one who told you to call him daddy first? Since he wants to be a father, why can't I want the same? Also…" As I spoke, I raised my hand and smacked Lucius's head, hard. "Hands off your daughter, you old lecher! How could you touch her like that? You're a father, you know?!"

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.

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

"Oh my god, I missed you! I'm so sorry we left you alone with Dad. Was he completely boring?" "Not boring," I manage, very carefully not looking at Dalen. "We managed to entertain ourselves." "Did you watch those old westerns he likes? I bet he made you watch westerns." "Something like that." Her brother comes in next with his kids, everyone talking at once, stamping snow off boots, and Dalen moves to help with bags. The cabin fills with noise and chaos and Christmas energy. Through it all, I feel his eyes on me. When Jess goes to hug her dad, I watch them together—watch the guilt flash across his face for just a second before he covers it. Watch him squeeze her tight and kiss her forehead.

"You look exhausted, Dad. Tell me you're not going to the office tomorrow." He walked further into the living room. "If I don't take care of my company, who will, Sophia?" I thought as much. I rolled my eyes. "Of course I knew you'd say that—even after having tons of employees at your company." We took our seats at the dining table. "Yes, darling. Daddy still has to do some things himself." My thoughts spiraled at the mention of the word Daddy. It's Daddy. Call me Daddy. How deep his voice was when he said that.

He pinned them to the mattress on either side of her hips, his grip firm and unyielding. "When Daddy is on your body," he growled, his eyes blazing up at her from between her thighs, "you need to learn that every single action of yours must be with permission." His voice dropped even lower, becoming something dark and dangerous and devastatingly arousing. "Do you understand me, you naughty, cock-loving slut?" The words were followed by a sharp spank directly to her pussy, making her back arch off the mattress. "Fuck! Y... yes! Yes, daddy!" Anny cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white.

“Hmm? Only Mommy gets to play? Daddy can take care of the baby too, you know.” Isabella crossed her arms, lips pursed in exaggerated thought. “Nah, Daddy can’t do that.” He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Oh? And why not?” “Because Daddy’s not a good daddy for this baby,” she said matter-of-factly. “Daddy’s never home!” The words hit him like a brick to the chest. For a second, the noise of the crowded mall faded into the background—the laughter of children, the hum of conversation, the squeak of shopping carts—all of it drowned beneath the echo of his daughter’s voice.