Daddy Daugter 소설 & 이야기

Lucy had begged me not to blame him just days ago… A crash sounded on the other end, followed by my daughter's tearful voice. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt Adam and Sammy…" My hand trembled around the phone, tears spilling unchecked. "Lucy—! Robert, don't touch her! She's only seven years old. If you need to vent your anger, take it out on me! I'm begging you…" But he cut me off without hesitation. "From today onward, I'll be in charge of Lucy's upbringing. If you dare interfere again, don't blame me for disregarding whatever remains of our marriage."

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumst

"I don't understand how a daddy is different to my papa." "Your papa is the man who has you as a daughter. The Daddy to your little is your boyfriend or your husband." I tilt my head and look at her, confused. She giggled. "Your Daddy is the one who looks after your little side, but wants your big side to love in different ways." I feel a blush cover my face and begin to giggle with her when I realise what she means. "Do you think Mitri likes me like that?" I ask her, and she climbed onto the bed next to me on her knees, bouncing with excitement.

As I watched him , so many thoughts ran through my head at the same time and when I felt that slickness in between my legs , I knew what it meant . I was wet again . “Fuck”I cursed out as I rushed to my room . Once I got into my room , I shut the door And went to where I had kept my sec toys . I just wanted to satisfy myself with him being around , why was this urge for him was tearing me apart . ***** “No Brother , please don’t make me do this” I heard him beg my father for the tenth time . “ Please , I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to watch my daughter. I know Nora is no longer a kid , but I just want to protect her .

His mouth lingered on my stomach, pressing kisses over it. "I love you," he whispered against my skin. "Both of you." Then he moved lower, and my breath caught when his hot breaths fanned my pussy. His mouth latched on to my cunt, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. . "Isaiah," I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. “Say my name,” He rasped. “Say Daddy. I want the whole damn house to know who owns you.” "Oh yes Daddy, please,"

"I’m not your daddy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I’ll always be here for you, okay? Always." "So, who is my daddy?" Her face scrunched up further. "Everyone in my class has a daddy and a mummy. Also, Mrs Hughes called Uncle Adrian my Daddy today." Oh dear! There was no way I could tell my six-year-old daughter that her father was a criminal who was always up to no good. "I can be your Daddy if you want," Adrian said, coming to my rescue. "Just let me know whatever you need, whenever and I'll be right there."

Dylan growled angrily. She stared at his utterly familiar face, bit was filled with rage after what he'd just done. “Let go of me, sir!” She yelled out. Joanna tried her best to remain stable in the arms of her mother. “Daddy, let go of my mummy!” She cried out. Katrina didn't hear wrong, her daughter just referred to this strange man as her daddy. She couldn't understand what was going on. Who Dylan was and why did Joanna call him daddy?

"Harder, Daddy! Fuck me like you mean it. Am I a better fuck than Mom? Huh? Does her pussy feel this tight?" He growled, his pace quickening, one hand reaching around to pinch my nipple through the shirt. "Fuck yes, you're better, so much tighter and wetter. My stepdaughter's slutty little hole is perfect." The dirty words fueled me, lighting my body on fire. "Tell me how it feels, Daddy, fucking your wife's precious daughter right here in her kitchen, stretching my naughty cunt with that big daddy cock." "Feels fucking incredible," he grunted, slamming deeper and hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. "You're mine now, Mia. All mine to ruin."

I repeated, "Fuck your daughter's tight little cunt!" As I continued to buck against him I felt my orgasm start to come up over me. "I'm about to cum, Daddy! Make your sweet little princess cum on your hard cock!" I screamed as I pressed both my tits hard into his chest and kissed him again. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as we shared a passionate kiss as father and daughter.

He smiled slower. “Good. I am not like your old man. I take care of my girls properly. Call me Daddy if it feels right. Some daughters do with their stepfathers. It is just a word, after all.” His voice dropped deeper on that last part. I felt a rush of heat between my legs. He lingered another minute, talking about house rules and how he expected everyone to follow them, then left me to unpack. The whole afternoon I kept replaying his words. Daddy. The way he said it made my nipples tighten against my tank top. By evening Mom still had not returned. Darius cooked steaks on the grill outside. I changed into a thin sundress that showed too much leg and joined him.