Daddy Diaries นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He said and same time my mobile started raining which was placed on the dining table it was Dad's call because I had set up a different ringtone for him and my breath hitched. "Relax, just receive the call," Uncle said and I nodded receiving the call and the same time Uncle Harrison inserted his finger in my core giving slow finger fucking. "H...Hello..." I stammered on call. "Harrison told me you both having dinner out so I am going to sleep. Harrison has extra keys and doesn't sleep late. You have school tomorrow" Daddy was telling me While Uncle Harrison pumping his one digit inside me. "...Yes...Yes Dad" I again stammered

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

But instead, I swallowed uneasily and sauntered to the walk-in closet away from the side of the room where he went. I had some of my father's diaries stored in there, and if I wasn't mistaken, he did mention something about Malthus in it too. My father is a writer. Not like he published books or anything, but he was better off communicating his feelings to his journals. He had lots of them, and I never spared time to read through not even half of them. When I was leaving the Moonstone Howl Pack, I packed what I could of the journals, and left the ones I deemed unimportant back there. Those mostly contained his job life and all. I moved away the racks of neatly hanged clothes to one side of t

She went and sat down on a couch her dad placed in the room. He would come into the room each time he missed their mother. At least that is what Steph thought and everyone in the house. While looking around, she saw a book hidden underneath the coach. If one was not careful, one could not have seen the book. It was a diary. Her dad’s diary. It had everything he had ever done or happened in it. Only important things or things he regretted. The book was very old. It seemed to be at least 10 years old or more.

I was close, so fucking close. My moans grew louder, unrestrained, the bed creaking under my writhing body. "Cum inside me, Daddy Ezra. Fill my pussy with your hot load." The words spilled out, dirty and desperate, pushing me toward the edge. Then—knock knock knock. The sharp raps on my bedroom door shattered the haze like a wrench to glass. "Diana! Get your ass up! We gotta head to the garage—big job came in last night!" My dad's voice boomed through the wood, gruff and impatient as always.

“How will I survive without you dad?” “How dad how?” I yell. I stand up and move toward my shelf. I take out my diary with my shaking hands. I open the diary and see the title of 2019. I want to read it. I know it will hurt me a lot. But I need this. I miss my mom and now dad isn’t with me which makes me more afraid of this world. I started writing diary on the day when I came to know about my mother’s cancer. I open diary to read.

Oh, fuck… my hands travel up his body, trail along his firm back, and pull him in. “You’re smarter than that, pumpkin…” He moans against my neck, still tracing my cunt. “What's in the diary?” “I— You fuck me so good…” I stammer. “Yes. I like how good you fuck me.” He pulls back so he looks me in the eyes, his piercing gaze penetrating my soul. “You know Daddy hates lies, pumpkin…” In punishment, he kisses the block to the entrance of my wetness and pushes it in! “Fuck!” My body spasms to the wild sensation going on between my thighs, pussy pulses, purring on the ice as if licking it up. “Please…”

Daddy is waiting for you, please come fast. Then he saw a diary, a baby diary was written on it. He opened the diary. On the first page, it was a picture of a pregnancy kit. Then Pia and his picture with one month baby bump, second month baby bump….. He was looking at their pictures when Pia hugged him from behind and asked excitedly,”Do you like it? I have planned this for you.”

Dad still wasn't back, so I had the house to myself. That same evening, I was on the phone with Dane because I don't know what we are doing now, but it's clearly beyond sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship. God. I'm so in love with him. There, I said it. I'm in love with Dane Wright. Isn't that embarrassing? Even before mom had me in denial, I already knew it deep down, I was just afraid to admit it out loud. I love the man to death and I don't want to be saved.

“Daddy… please…” He replaced his fingers with his cock, thrusting deep inside me in one stroke. “That’s right, babygirl,” he growled, fucking me slow and deep. “Let it all out. Hate me. Love me. Scream for me. Your mother couldn’t stop me… and neither can you.” I came hard, sobbing and moaning at the same time, clutching the diary in one hand while my other hand gripped his back. Daddy followed soon after, filling me with his cum as he held me possessively.