Call Me Daddy 소설 & 이야기

Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes. Lucian gasps playfully. Lucian Slater: Oh, now you done did it. Gael's eyes widen and his lips quirk to protest as Lucian dives in, ticking his belly. He stops when his phone rings in his pocket and vibrates against his left leg. He fishes it out his phone, eyes narrowed at the unsaved number. Gael Slater: Aren't you gonna answer, dad? Lucian Slater: Uh, nah. I'll just... call em back tomorrow.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

"Let's cut to the chase! What comes to mind first that you can't believe you overlooked earlier? She exhaled loudly and completely. "I called my dad." My stomach felt as though it were forming a double knot as a result of the strain that was there. I let out a loud groan, and the combination of shame and bewilderment made the palpitations in my chest become more intense. She had already called her father. "You didn't," I answered faintly. Samantha, pick it up here. "I did," she said, protruding her chin slightly. "And I know you're so angry right now, but I'm not sorry because I was right — he can heal it." "And I know you're so angry right now."

## 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 .

"What would you rather call me?" "Daddy." "Okay so Daddy is now the official name." "Yup, would you mind if I called you daddy all of the time? Not in public but outside of sex?" "If it makes you happy then of course I don't mind." "Thank you daddy, I've been dying to call you it but I wasn't sure if you wanted me to outside of sex." "Of course I don't mind, it's hot. Let's just go back to the contract then we can talk more about the Daddy thing."

Alpha Sebastian Thorne had always dismissed the news of my death as another ploy to make him back down and end our standoff. Then the Day of the Dead came, and I was nothing but a ghost. I watched our pup, Annie Thorne, crouch in a corner of the territory, gnawing on a muddy bone next to a lame dog. Meanwhile, he was helping another woman set up an altar decorated with 999 marigold wreaths. When Sebastian caught sight of Annie's face, so much like his own, he pulled out a few bills without a second thought and held them out. "Who are your parents? You look just like me. That bone's filthy. Here, buy yourself something to eat." Annie reached out, and the white clay urn she'd been clutching to

"Fuck, Daddy, you're so good, please." "Mmm, baby girl, tell me what you want. Daddy loves you so much. Tell me." "I need your cum inside me, please, Daddy. I love you." "That's my girl. Beg Daddy for his cum. Daddy loves hearing you beg for him." "Please, my pussy's hungry for Daddy's cum. I'm your only cum bucket." "Shit, baby, that's it. Oh, God, Daddy's going to come so hard for you. Are you close to coming for Daddy, kitten?"

She’d called me Daddy. Mila had looked me straight in the eyes, without hesitation, and asked if she could call me that. It had hit me like nothing ever had before. Not in all my years, not through all my grief, or loss, or silent wishes spoken into the dark. That word so small, so simple had cracked open something in me I hadn’t even known was locked away. Daddy.

“I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t move, till you’re screaming my name all fucking night.” “Fuck, Daddy, do it,” I moaned, my pussy throbbing, ready for more, even though my body was wrecked. He knelt between my legs, his mouth on my pussy, sucking my clit, and I screamed, my hands grabbing his hair, pulling hard. “Oooh my godddd, Daddyyyy, fuckkkk!”

I called the moment I picked up as I waited for her to say the words next . “Come home Nora, your father is dead,” my mother told me . The other line suddenly went silent as the only thing that I could hear was my mother’s words , my father had died .