Daddy Dearest Book Novels & Stories

"Daddy's got you..." But tenderness was fleeting, he pulled away abruptly, settling beside her on the bed, his hand diving between her legs to rub her swollen clit in vague, teasing circles that had her hips bucking. His other hand mauled her breasts, pressing and twisting the soft mounds hard enough to make her cry out, body flinching in shock. "Ahh! Daddy, your hands... they're so rough on my tits!" she whimpered, back arching off the mattress as pain twisted into electric pleasure.

My mother supported his words with a trembling tone, if she did not do it her fate would be like mine. “Yes, what my husband says is true.” Jennifer interrupted our conversation while asking her brother for a glass of wine. “This wine is made by our family, it has a special taste and its bottle design is unique as you can see.” The painful pinches of my father on my thighs provoked me, although I was wearing a long dress I felt as if knives were stabbed into them. I muttered in hidden softness. “My father’s favorite subject.” The captain turned his pupil toward me without speaking, but the torture the monster beside me applied on me made me breathe hysterically.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

"We're... this is complicated. It can't get out. It would be too messy." "You're aching for me right now, darling. I don't think you'll ever successfully tame yourself." His fingers traced patterns on her inner thigh, maddeningly close to where she needed him. The light touch made her muscles clench with anticipation. "You're too wild to be tamed and you're absolutely breathtaking when you let yourself be wild. Don't fight it." "Daddy," she breathed, her voice breaking with desperate need. "You're so beautiful like this," he groaned as she reached for his zipper, her fingers fumbling with the metal teeth before finally succeeding.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

He spanked the other cheek, then again and again, turning my ass red and hot while he railed me from behind. My moans were getting louder, harder to control. "Daddy... oh fuck... harder..." He leaned over me, one hand gripping my hair, yanking my head back slightly, the other still spanking my bouncing ass as he slammed in deep. "That's my good girl," he rasped right against my ear. "Taking daddy's cock so deep while your mom sleeps right there. You love this, don't you? Love getting fucked like a little whore in the same bed as her."

Chapter 397 "Mister Daddy’s mother?" Naomi was confused. "Yes! She looked so powerful! " Janell lowered her voice and complained to Naomi. At the same time, the woman had already stood behind her. "Mind if I come in?" She was just asking, but her tone was imperious. ‘Sure enough, she is Mister Daddy’s mother, with the same personality.’ Naomi murmured in her heart, but she still had a smile on his face and made a gesture to show her agreement.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

"Good fucking girl. You came for Daddy." "No more Daddy," I whined, pulling myself back with my elbows. Daddy followed me, his lips closing around the throbbing bud, making me see stars. "Fuck," I shuddered. "Poor baby," I let out a shaky breath, managing to catch my breath when he rose to look me in the eyes. His cock pressed against my entrance, once again clouding my already fogged mind. Despite my body screaming for me to stop, my slutty self wanted Daddy to pound me until I lost myself completely. I needed his cock like I needed air to breathe and I loved the desperation that consumed me whenever I think about my daddy's cocks. "Look at you. So perfect," Daddy hummed to himself, cupping

"I hope that one day, you'll proudly say I'm your mate." "I love you, Daddy. I'll grow up exactly how you want me to." The whole place fell dead silent, and my face went pale in an instant. Those things... I had torn them up long ago. Why were they here now? Everyone in the werewolf pack seemed stunned, and the whispers around me grew louder and clearer. "Layson has already chosen his future Luna Queen, but she still clings to him. How shameless." "She brought out these love letters at Grace's birthday party. Is she trying to provoke her?"