Cogiendo A Mi Hija Dormida Novels & Stories

It disgusted him that he was so aroused and he could not stop picturing Sabrina's body. Exhaustion won out and he fell asleep, but his dreams were pornographic and featured his daughter prominently. His hand found his hard cock beneath the covers and teased it while he slept. Phil moaned helplessly in his sleep as his sweet baby girl took his hard cock in her weakly protesting mouth. Then she was moaning, "Daddy, please don't," as he bent her over and took her from behind.

Cody is sleeping peacefully like a baby. When he is sleeping, he seems innocent and adorable. I go up to Cody and gently pull his head up to put in his pillow. Although he treats me truly, I dare not treat him the same way even if he is sleeping. Then I take the blanket and put it on him. Suddenly, I feel as if I am flying in mid-air for about a second. Then I realize that Cody picks me up. I look at Cody in surprise. His eyes are still closed, but his arms are holding me.

My heart races so fast I can barely breathe. Beside me, Lucian stirs. “Fiona?” His voice is groggy, laced with concern. I clutch our sleeping child against my chest—the little bundle of warmth that anchors me to the present. “It’s okay,” I whisper, though my voice shakes. “Just a dream.” He rubs his eyes and sits up, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You were screaming his name.” I can’t meet his gaze. My throat tightens, and I force myself to look down at the small face of our son. His little chest rises and falls with each innocent breath. I stroke his hair gently, trying to steady myself.

“My God! I love my children please! Don't let anything happen to them, I beg you!” I muttered again, bursting into tears in a corner of my bed. I cried until the tea they gave me along with the sedative began to take effect and I managed to fall completely asleep, holding my son's doll and car in my arms.

I grabbed the cup from her again and put it down on the mantel. "Daddy?" she giggled, smiling at me so deviously. "You want to take me to bed?" "To sleep!" I corrected myself. "To sleep?" she protested. "I'm not tired! I don't want to go to sleep!" "Well... I think you need to," I said, standing up. She was definitely drunk. "You'll feel better in the morning. Come on... let me help you." I bent down, putting her stomach on my shoulder and picked her up, holding the back of her knees to my chest, just like I did when she was little.

I heard my daughter's sleeping voice next to me, and I quickly shook myself and grabbed her in my arms, hugging her warm body to me. "It was just a dream, thank Goddess. It was just a bad dream." I repeated to myself, hugging Gemma tightly, kissing her messy head, and sobbing. The nightmare left me shaken and filled with unanswered questions about its meaning and origin, casting a long shadow of unease over me. I hold my daughter like that for a few more minutes, chasing away the evil thoughts, promising that whatever happens, I will not let anyone take my child away from me.

As I am walking into the living room I see Maddison fast asleep on the couch. I carefully pick her up, noticing that she has her hand in her midsection. She must be full from the food that we ate. I take her to her bedroom, then lay her down. I get in the bed as well, then hold her. She slowly snuggles into me as I fall asleep myself.

She will destroy the life of the car. **** We got home and I was so glad. I rushed to my daughter's room only to see Susan rocking her to sleep. I smiled watching my daughter getting used to another person. My mind was at rest. "Hey" I whispered waving my hands at Susan. She smiled motioning me to come forward " she is sound asleep " I nodded aware of that. I had already told Martha and Bella to stay in the living room. Wouldn't want them to wake up my princess. " Can I carry her ?" I asked while Susan nodded. She handed me, my child. She was gentle so that she wouldn't wake up.

She sees me, relaxes, lays back, "This is a very bad idea, Dad-O." I'm sliding two fingers in and out of her drenched tunnel as I massage her fat clit with my other hand, "Mom took a sleeper." My daughter is massaging her small breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples. The room seems warmer now, the air suffused with her lust scent. She moans quietly, "What do you want, Dad?" "I need you, baby."

Jason’s Pov After we got back last night, I carried Ares up to our room. I wasn’t surprised to see my daughter laying there. I laid Ares gently and kissed her head and my daughter’s, softly. I could have cuddled with them both, but I didn't want to risk waking Adriana, so I sat on the chair at the far corner of the room and watched them both as they slept peacefully.