Daddy Diaries 소설 & 이야기

"What is happening to me? He's my future sister's father in law. And the man I hate." A few minutes later I drove home. The moment I stepped inside, my father Daniel was sitting in the living room like a king. His brown eyes stared into the mirror. He gave me a long, dark look. Then he turned back to the TV without saying a word. It was strange. He usually opened that disgusting mouth the moment he saw me. At the very least he would ask for money. I went upstairs to my room. Ivy was the only one there. Sleeping.

He rolls his wrist around, jerking me off without rhythm. No, not without rhythm. With a punishing rhythm. God. Fucking. Fuck. “Daddy...” I moan, close to tears as his strokes are punishing. My ass digs into the bed, in my hands a fistful of sheets as he rocks my entire being. "That’s it, come like a good boy.” Right as my muscles bunch up at the pit of my stomach, he pulls his hand away. A string of cuss words fly out from between my lips.

" She let out a sad smile, tears were already forming in her eyes. "He gave this to me on one of the days he managed to remember that he has a son." Darian chuckled. "Then he said that it was for my mother." Lena didn't say a word. She placed her hand on the table with her fingers pressed to her jaw. "That's the first proof," Darian said. "Then for the second one," He brought out a mini diary and handed it over to Isabella. "This diary was yours when you were with my dad. You write down details of everything that happens to you every day."

He stopped behind me and cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing hard. “This is beautiful, I can't lie,” he murmured. “This would be a perfect fucking body for Daddy to ruin, am I wrong?.” My breath caught in my chest. That word again — Daddy — made my clit pulse. He walked over to the table and dropped a thick stack of papers on it. “Read it first then sign on every page.”

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

Dad's loud voice jolted me out of my thought "Ohhh….no dad I was off for a bit, so what were you saying" "Okay, so hope all is well?" "Yeah…sure, all is well Dad I just want to talk to you about something" "Wow, so come on darling I'm all ears" "Mmmm…." I cleared my throat trying to form a sentence "Daddy……" "Yes princes, I'm listening" "Daddy I'm ready to take over the company as the CEO" I finally voiced out my thought "Wow….darling that's good news, I'm so happy to hear this, you wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for g to hear this from you" I could sense the humor and happiness in his voice right now

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

Daddy Satiates the Horny Housewife & Her Twins Kristen was a shy and quiet girl with one naughty imagination. And she was having so much fun writing dirty stories in the new diary that she found at the Dollar Store. She penned her wild imagination about what the people in her life actually did when she wasn't around. Her first story involved her parents, imagining that her mother made p**n and didn't shoot indie films. But now she wanted to write a story solely about her dad.

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.

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”