Crush Daddy Dancer Novels & Stories

" oh? Won't you tell me why you spent an hour in the Shower, or are you... " " I think I have developed a crush on someone. " I suddenly said interrupting my cousin, Sia. " What! " She exclaimed Suprised. " When? , How and on Whom? " She asked. " Calm down Sister Sia, I only told you that I have a crush on Someone and not that I am getting married, alright? " I said. " I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? "

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

Theo asks excitedly. “Watch closely,” I nod towards the screen with a playful smirk, and they all lean in with anticipation. “Whoa, Babe, that's you!” Theo bursts out, and a surge of pride wells up inside me as I step into the spotlight on screen. The music transitions seamlessly from Daddy Yankee’s high-energy ‘Gasolina’ to a smooth, sensual vibe as my dance partner, Conor, steps in to support my upper body, tilting me back while I roll my hips to the rhythm. A move I'd come up with myself.

Screech! Bang! The piercing sound of brakes shattered the midnight silence of the neighborhood. Everything happened too fast. A speeding delivery rider on an electric scooter came flying around the corner. He didn't have time to avoid Dad and slammed head-on into him. Dad was thrown nearly seven feet through the air like a rag doll before crashing onto the stone edge of a landscaped planter. "Jayden!" Mom stumbled and crawled toward him. Her hands shook so badly she didn't even dare touch his blood-covered head.

Hitting Donovan right in the eye. "Shit!" Donovan grumbles as he struggles to cover the hose with the clean diaper. He holds down the fort as he reaches for another clean diaper. "Try number two son. Are we done yet?" asks Donovan. His son grins as he kicks his little legs in the air with excitement. Donovan wished he had half that energy. Donovan removes the new dirty diaper. He sighs when he sees his son was done. He successfully changes him in time. He had to work in his father's office the next morning. He was going to be a zombie the next day.

“Oh Princess! I… I love how you take me! I love urgghhh!!” He grunted pinching hard on my nipples. “Oh daddy… this is… yes daddy… fuck daddy!!! Just like that… daddy… I want to cum… I want to cum… oh..” “You want to cum?” He inquired throaty, and pinched on my nipples once again. “Oh heavens!”My eyes rolled backward and my toes curled as I tried to keep myself in check. I was trying hard to be Daddy’s good girl, but daddy… daddy “fuck!!!!” My body trembled and tears rolled out of my eyes.

Mind you my legs was fully exposed. "We just had a few business insights we needed to go over before I leave, and I thought it would be a good idea for us all to have dinner together tonight," my father explained, his tone gentle but firm. "Why, Dad, why?" This felt like déjà vu, reminiscent of the reasons why Mom had left, and my father's actions seemed to be proving her right. I had yearned to spend more time with Dad, but the prospect of spending time with my billionaire, incredibly handsome crush wasn't exactly a hardship either.

Can't believe I just had my first drink of alcohol ’ I thought. When in got inside the club, there I saw about five hundred human body's dancing around. Some people were grinding into each other that even my finger couldn't have fit between them. There were so many people that it was difficult to step in. Lydia held my hand as she pushed us among the crowd, we had to get bar but it wasn't until our grind with the others. Finally we got to the bar, I was already feeling dizzy. I felt like dancing to the song that was playing ‘no dulling’ by Keche featuring Kwami Eugene. So I got up and started dancing and this was also the first time I was dancing with so many people.

For a heartbeat, nothing moved. Then his eyes burned red. He lunged like a beast—punch—Rex flew backward into a server rack, crashing through metal, groaning loud. Punch—Milo slammed the wall, sliding down, blood trickling from his lip. “Been wanting to do that since I walked in” Big Daddy said, voice booming. “For disrespecting my Mistress.” Toni, Brianna, Layla laughed, the sound wild and free, bouncing off the warehouse walls like victory.

After graduating from college, my daughter Zoe Dunne turned into a complete deadbeat. She was twenty-three, unemployed, and spent most of her days sleeping at home. She barely bothered to brush her hair or wash her face. Even getting out of bed for a meal seemed like too much effort. I worried constantly about how she was ever going to survive on her own. Then, one day, Michelle Tyler showed up at our door. She was my husband George Dunne’s longtime coworker. Also, as it turned out, she was the woman he had been sleeping with for decades. She had a son with her who was a year older than Zoe. Before I could say a word, George jabbed a finger in my face and started yelling, “All these ye