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He added on, which Ethlyn didn’t argue. “You know this ‘Daddy’ name reminded me of something. When Calvin was of Rose’s age, even smaller than Rose, he had saved my number in Sophia’s phone with ‘Daddy’ name, and one of her office staff assumed that Sophia had some sugar daddy.” “What?” Ethlyn’s eyes widened in shock while Brandon nodded his head with a smile and observed how Calvin called her twice without wasting time. It made Brandon realize that his son was desperate to talk with Ethlyn.

“She's wet and willing, and boy, does she take to commands. She's stubborn, but she likes to submit.” Oh my god! It sounds like Daddy's trying to sell me to them! They nod, their mouths barely getting out a muffled 'yeah', which struggles against their dry throats. “Well, what do you get on you?” he asks. He pulls on my nipples, eliciting a grunt from me, showing off his wares as an added incentive. “Just some hash.” “Drugs?” Daddy says, disappointingly rolling his eyes. “That's it? Come on, what else?” he firmly retorts.

“My father wouldn’t…he couldn’t—” “He did.” Azrael bared his teeth and palmed his face. “This is bad, Celeste.” I backed away. “No. My father might be cold, but he’s not a murderer.” Azrael laughed, but it was like he was mocking me. “Then you don’t know him at all.” “You don’t know him either!” How dare he accuse my father like that? My father would never kill anyone. Sure he was greedy…but even though! “I know enough.” His voice rose now,“I know he kidnapped Alessia, used her as leverage, and when he realized I wouldn’t hand you over, he had her shot. That’s who your father is, Celeste. A slimy old man!”

he said, feeling all proud and pompous. Then he stood up and dropped some cash on the table. “For my little kitten shot!” He said, bending low to my level, then he whispered, “You’re too innocent for such a place, darling,” I watched him leave without saying anything. Did I just let Mr. Bad Boy leave like that? My phone buzzed, and it was Damon calling. What’s with this moron? I know he’s possibly looking for a way to mock me, but I won’t let him do that. I ordered more shots until my head became dizzy.

‎“Good boy, daddy's perfect boy. Taking daddy's cock so well.” ‎Damien rested his body against Eli's basking in the warmth his daddy had to offer

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

He picked up a wine bottle beside him then opened it smoothly, I watched the bulging veins of his hand when he tightened around the cap while opening it. He addressed everyone in a steady tone. “Who wants some?” Ethan Roth answered calmly. “Me first.” He poured him a little under my father’s greedy gaze, no doubt he desired the entire bottle not only one glass. He passed his question in an opportunistic way nobody understood except me. “And you Mr. Brooks?” My father wet his throat with displeasure, moved his hand through the air refusing, rather lying. “No no, I do not drink.” I could not stop my laughter from escaping, I laughed secretly loud enough for everyone to hear until my eyes fille

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I gasped as he leaned down and took my nipple between his lips; he sucked and nibbled on it before switching his attention to the other one. “Please,” I begged him, the ache in my heat intensifying. I’d learned so much from my erotica books, and I was happy I got to learn so many new things; some I shared with Enzo and he taught me, while some I just couldn’t bring myself to say. In one of the books, I learned that if you called your man "daddy," it drove him crazy. “Please, daddy... it aches,” I cried out, thrusting my hips for friction.

I bottomed out on him. "Daddy!" I whimpered. "Lord," he groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. "Please, please, deliver me from this evil." "Nope," I said. "You're going to have to enjoy your daughter's evil pussy riding you until you cum in me. I want to have a creampie!" "You could get pregnant," he panted as I slid up his dick, savoring his girth. He was almost as big as Mr. Miller. * * * No one is as big as my daddy's cock. No one.