Novel & Cerita Daddy And Me Book

I just shrugged my shoulder at him while putting on my seatbelt. "Still the same, nothing new," I answered sparingly but he just stared at me intently as if he was reading my body movements and facial expressions. "Stop whatever you're doing right now, Maclen. You're bad at reading someone's expression." I commented snickering at him. "You've been to Russia for five long months, Zuck. Are you sure you're still the same? Or you're slowly turning into someone, let's say like your father?" Maclen stated and for a moment it makes me think about his question.

He looked up at Mommy and said, "Mommy, can I share two chicken legs for Daddy to eat?" He thought Daddy was coming to his house for dinner. Victoria opened the door to her room, and Roderick called out to the little guy. He pressed the fingerprint and said, "Franklin, this is Daddy's home." Franklin widened his eyes. He looked at the two open doors, one for Mommy and the other for his father. He was both surprised and happy. "Daddy, so this is your home! Great, then I can be with dad everyday." "Do you want to enter father's house and have a look?" Roderick asked him.

Mia. I didn’t care about fixing my laptop. All I wanted was to suck my Daddy’s dick. We sat at the kitchen island, my laptop open between us, but I couldn’t focus on a single frozen screen or error message. Not when he was this close. Daddy leaned over my shoulder, one strong arm braced on the counter beside me, his big body radiating heat. His breath ghosted hot across the side of my neck every time he spoke, that deep, gravelly voice explaining settings and restarts in a way that made my pussy clench hard.

He looked at me and I smiled back at him waving my hands, telling him to go on, like he understands it, he then continued introducing his Dad. "Uhmn, right here is my Daddy, his name is Daddy Clyde, he loves me a lot and my mommy too. Every day before I go to sleep my daddy will always read a storybook to me until I fall asleep. I am proud of my dad because he helps a lot of people with his business. That’s all, thank you." He said bowing his head before looking at his Daddy who bares a loving smile and a proud look at him. Everyone clapped their hands, Some parents smiled at me and whispered “You have a wonderful family.” Which makes me smile.

I find myself moaning and moving and repeating time and time again, “Daddy! Oh, God, Daddy!” And that’s really all that matters. He’s my Daddy. I’ll have doubts and I’ll have fears. I won’t be perfect and even my wonderful Micah won’t be perfect. We’ll work through all of that, and we’ll work through all of that together because he’s my Daddy. And I’m his little girl. EPILOGUE

“Daddy had some important things to take care of, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.” As the car begins to drive off, Daisy climbs onto my lap, snuggling against me. Her innocent curiosity shines in her eyes as she looks up at me. “Where did you go, Daddy?” she asks, her voice filled with genuine curiosity and trust. I meet her gaze, my heart swelling with love for this precious girl. “Well, sweetheart, Daddy had to take care of some family matters,” I explain, trying to simplify the situation for her young mind. “But now I’m back, and we’re going to have lots of fun together.”

“I love you, sugar. You need to trust Brack. He knows what he’s doing. I wouldn’t have put you in his hands if I didn’t believe he could keep you safe.” No, he wouldn’t. And, I also knew Brack would keep me safe or die trying. “I love you, Daddy.” “Love you too, sugar. How about I read you a story?” I couldn’t help the slight grin that formed on my lips. “Please.” It took a few moments for him to find a book. Then, his soothing drawl warmed the cold that had settled into my body. I swayed slightly to the sound of his voice as tears sluiced down my cheeks. My father used books to speak from his heart. The story could be about any subject in the world, but the message was always love.

“Daddy!” I got up without a second thought and went straight into his arms. He lifted me off the ground and spun around a bit. Then he dropped me and gasped as his assessing gaze took in my looks. “You look amazing. Who are you here with?” “Uh, April's Dad.” I nervously pointed at Joe. He was standing now, hands in pocket. “Right. Mr. Joe Anderson.” My Daddy went closer to him for a handshake. “Mr. Gareth,” Joe replied, shaking his hand. My daddy glanced at me and back at him.

“You little—” I rise slowly. Step closer. He staggers back until his spine hits the bookshelf. “Stay away from me,” he snarls, but it’s weak. His hands are shaking. Veins stand out along his forearms, corded and pulsing. He’s fighting it so hard I can almost taste the effort. I don’t stay away. I step right into the cage of his arms, press my chest to his, let him feel how calm my heartbeat is compared to his frantic one. “Daddy,” I whisper, voice small and trembling, “you’re burning up. You’re shaking. Let me help you.”

he rumbled, the endearment laced with authority, "what's got my needy little baby calling me in the middle of the day? Everything alright?” Katherine bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she imagined him in his office, that muscular frame tense with work, his thick erection straining against his pants at the thought of her. "Daddy… I just... I want you home for dinner tonight. With me. Please…” He chuckled darkly. “Baby, you know I've got this late meeting. It'll run long, also dinner out with the clients is part of it. Be a good girl and eat without me. I'll make it up to you later.”