Novel & Cerita Daddy Daughter Fantasy

“At all Lina. Daddy doesn't want something else pleasuring that pussy of yours. Daddy wants to be the only one who gets to make that pussy and the owner feel good.” “Will Daddy take me if we get home?” “If you promise to be a good girl, Daddy would fill this juicy hole of yours today and you would cry and plead for mercy but he wouldn't fucking grant it.” Just from hearing him speak so nastily, her pussy started breathing and Dante watched the sight of it. “I am not asking you not to cum.” dolphin. Spill that juice all over.” “Thank you Daddy.” she moaned and her pussy tightened Mimi's orgasms shutting through her.

"Yes, Daddy." She rolls the word daddy off the tip of her tongue, her voice dripping with lust as I shove my hand down her thong and push my thick fingers inside her drenched pussy. Hearing her call me Daddy has always done something to me, and I can't quite explain it. It never was a thing I was into, even when I became a Dom. Still, I made my subs call me daddy, but none of them made me feel the way that Myla does when she calls me daddy. It's different when she says it, and I never want her to stop. She buries her face in my chest as my fingers play with her pussy, using her slick arousal to piston in and out of her with ease, sinking her teeth into my skin as she bites through my shirt.

I was the PREDATOR, and she was my PREY. Father wants us to have her sexually, and I'm pleased with that even though I'm still against the matrimony pact. “…I and my son wanna have you, you will be our nooky PLAYTHING and nothing else!" My father asserted, his face stern and indifferent. It was a bolt out of the blue for Gabrielle as she widely gasped, shrinking!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

You're barren! I was sick of hearing this repeatedly coming out of Morgan's mouth. I could feel how hurt Marisa was to hear this when she was probably desperately hoping for a child. "I'm not his biological daughter. But I'm his stepdaughter. Do you know who I am? I'm Daphne Zannelith. My father is Joan Zannelith. The owner of many big companies in this city and your boss could be my father's subordinate. Do you have anything else to ask?"

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

“I would rather die than let a piece of shit like you touch me. My father will rip your spine out through your throat for this.” Alexei leaned down until his scarred face was inches from mine. “Your father is already tearing the city apart looking for you. By the time he realizes where you are, you’ll be on my private island, dripping with my cum and calling me Daddy while he loses everything.” The word Daddy hit me like a slap. I hated how it made my pussy clench hard. I’d had shameful, secret fantasies for years—dangerous men, forbidden power, being taken and claimed. But never in a million years would I admit it to this monster.

“Daddy… I love your cock. I love being your dirty niece whore.” He grabbed my throat lightly, eyes dark with lust. “You’re addicted already, aren’t you? Good. Because this is your new life. Every morning and every night while Mom’s gone, this pussy gets wrecked. Maybe one day we’ll let her catch us—let her see what a cock-hungry daughter she raised.” The depraved fantasy made me cum again, my walls fluttering wildly around him. Jayden roared, flipping us so I was on my back on the couch. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and drove into me with savage strokes.

“Just like that.” She’s enjoying it. That much is clear, and if she is enjoying it and not thinking that I’m doing exactly what I should, but even now, I can’t fully focus on her because the lines between reality and my fantasies blur until there is a mixture of Rue and Darlene beneath me. Eyes widening, I stop my thrusts, and when Rue turns her gaze to me, I feel so fucking sorry that my dick immediately deflates. “What is it?” She asks, eyeing me. “What’s wrong?”

I rubbed my cock on her pussy. "Daddies shouldn't fuck their daughters." Tess pressed back, slipping the head of my cock into her slit. "But daddy, you know how much I like your big fat cock. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your teenage daughter." I grabbed Tess's hips and thrust in hard, looking over her shoulder at my naked daughter sunning herself. "Oh daddy, that feels soooooo goood!" Tess groaned. Tess, as usual, was drenched. I just kept fucking her, while looking at Molly. My wife kept calling me daddy and yelping when I jammed her cervix. I was deep into the fantasy.