Crush Daddy Dancer Novels & Stories

He finished the sentence and I nodded. “I know of a girl. She met her crush years back at a club and fell in love with him instantly. She secretly followed him that night and saw him making out wildly with another girl. She ran away but, unknown to her, the man saw her. He saw the intense craving in her eyes. That girl is sitting in front of him now, and he can still see the craving. It’s still there and even more now.” I watched with shock as the words flowed seamlessly out of his mouth. When he said the last part, I almost choked on my own tongue.

Something crashes—maybe a glass, maybe a chair—followed by the scuff of shoes against the marble floor. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing your face here after that,” Roman continues, voice lethal. “And then you ask for a dance from my girl? That was a nice little stunt.” The words hit like a slap. My girl. I don’t have time to process it before Damon responds, his voice tighter than before. “So that’s what this is?” A bitter chuckle. “She’s your latest investment?” “And what if she is?.” A pause. I can almost feel the smug smile plastered across Romans face.

He shoved three thick fingers into my cum-filled pussy in one brutal push, curling them viciously while his thumb ground my clit. “Listen to how wet you still are,” he snarled. “My cum is dripping out of you and you’re still clenching like a greedy little slut.” I moaned loud, head falling back. He finger-fucked me hard and fast, the wet, filthy squelching sounds echoing off the walls. His other hand slapped my clit sharply. “Beg,” he demanded. “Beg Daddy to wreck this sloppy cunt.” “Please,” I gasped, hips bucking. “Please, Daddy, wreck me. Make me squirt all over your hand.”

Shey na because I say I need you Na why you no wan follow me go You come dey whine me whine me like motor O tun fi mi re, o tun ya photo U dey tell me that guy na your uncle Why you dey lie, e just wan do you do you Oya bosi gbangba ka jo Oya yo idi e bombom ko jo Oya jo fun mi my lady Oya komole ma jolo Mo ni o bosi gbangba ka jo Oya yo idi e bombom ko jo Oya jo fun mi my lady Oya komole ma jolo We all erupted into loud cheers when the music changed to Pawon by Olamide. If I thought the dance when it were Wizkid's songs was horrible, then this one was worse. I just stared at them, mouth opened. God! Come and see daddy, you're in the sugar in my tea I'm your sugar the daddy. Keji doubled ove

I stepped down from my seat and stepped on the dancefloor to shake and do a twist dance to "Under the Influence by Chris brown" I started twisting my waist like a snake and moving my hips seductively. I felt a man's hand snaked around my waist, the hand pushed me closer against the whole body. I couldn't care less about who it was before I started grinding hard on the stranger and by the time the song was over I could feel the strangers bulge against my ass.

he says with a wink. I look over to Johnny who has his jaw clenched, staring daggers at Damon. Damon pulls me to my feet, swirls me around and leads me straight to the dancefloor. Once on the floor we start shaking our hips to the beat of the music. We join a large circle of people who all seem to know Damon. Damon is a great dancer. He teaches me his best hip- hop and breakdance moves, which I replicate with ease. I am having so much fun. The DJ releases water cannons, which aim straight for us. Within seconds we are soaked, our clothes and hair sticking to our bodies. The circle opens up and it is my turn to show off my moves. My dorky childish side takes over and I do every move from the

Fay angrily threw at the drunken man but he just laughed and showed her his hands with the hundred and fifty naira cupped in it. Fay tried again to unhook the stranger's arm from her waist to give the drunkard another slap. Why won't this guy leave me alone? She angrily thought. At least leave me and beat this stupid man up for me instead of holding me down like a bomb about to explode. "Let's just leave him alone, he's obviously drunk, alright?" The person holding her down said into her ear. Of course, I know he's drunk, I'm not blind, she thought.

Deejah cries shook through her, she shook to the floor and allow her self explode. She ran toward him" Daddy! Daddy! Please wake up don't leave us like this" She was shaking him all to no avail.

My younger brother, Victor Bishop, has a silver tongue. That's why our parents, Paul Bishop and Jenna Cole, treat him like a treasure. I am socially awkward and blind to social cues, so they send me to the countryside to train. They even say there's no need to treat me well. They feed me scraps and make me sleep in the barn. After I turn 18, they put me in the family company to test me. Because of me, the Bishops become the richest family in Caldera. But Victor teams up with our parents and steals the credit that should've been mine. Everyone in the business world treats him like a star. Later, a building he cuts corners on collapses and kills dozens of workers. He makes me take the

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.