Novel & Cerita Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“ No, I am okay,” Daniella swallowed as she looked at the old restaurant. “ I just never have been to a place this rowdy before.” As her father liked to assert his dominance in the shifter world, he acted like a nobility. Getting drunk and boisterous was not in his dictionary and thus Daniella wasn’t used to such a ruckus either. She stared at the glass door that showed the inside of the restaurant hesitating as she raised her foot and dropped it back on the ground.

I wait while Gianna adorably tries to create a sentence, but before she does, my father storms toward us. “Grant!” He snarls, his eyes filled with anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” By this point we are surrounded, just as I was wanting and when I’m certain that there are enough people around to spread the word that the golden bachelor has found his future wife, I reach out and wrap an arm around Gianna. “I think it is pretty clear,” I say slowly, peeking toward Gianna who remains silent. “I’m kissing my future wife.”

His finger dabs my moist lips, and daddy Santa sucks in a breath of air. “Ooooh, that is slick, baby.” I blush, my face flush with excitement. “Santa! That's embarrassing.” But daddy Santa's hunger is insatiable, and he dives in, lifting my legs up and away from him. His mouth falls to my drowning cunt, lapping at my juices. His tongue pushes deep inside me, starving to taste the depths of daddy's daughter. Daddy Santa glides his tongue along the edges, circling around as he presses against my vaginal walls.

Ogling your best friend's dad is also a sin, Isadora. Slowly, he raised his head, piercing green eyes fixed on me as he pushed the glass door open. My eyes widened. I had been caught. I swallowed the lump in my throat, racking my head for an excuse when he spoke. "See something you like?" A grin spread on his beautiful cheeks; then and there, I knew that I would have sex with my best friend's father before the holidays were over.

“I will make dinner now, you should eat this time.” A smile curled up in my lips as I stared at his perfectly made back that was turned at me, I didn’t answer or walk up to him again, I headed for the stairs, slowly taking off my blouse as I went, just in case he glanced back. It was obvious whatever I was doing was working. “Hello, Dad, how is France?” I asked over the phone when it finally connected. “We just arrived, but it’s been good so far, how have you been?” My father asked from the other side of the line.

One of the waitresses exclaimed and I furrowed my brow. “What?” I asked. The second waitress whistled, and I noticed they were looking at something behind me. “No way... no way...” I muttered to myself. I didn’t move as I listened to them continue to talk about the good-looking customer who’d just walked in. I refused to look toward the door, though it was hard to restrain myself. “Damn, Georgia, this man is hot.” “He exudes rich, hot sugar daddy vibes. It's not every day a billionaire walks through the doors of this run-down restaurant. Fuck if I don't get to serve him.” Georgia said, primping her hair.

He’s trying his best. “You are doing a great job, Daddy,” I tell him. He throws an arm around my shoulders, I pick up the menu and skim through lines of familiar food items typed in black ink. “I’m glad you came today.” “Me too. I’m happy to be here.” A brunette waitress sashays to us with a pink apron tied around her waist and her notepad peeking from one of the pockets. She asks for our order, Daddy lists off my favourite item on the menu, “Burger. Fries. Big coke.” The girl nods, he makes his own order and she leaves. He turns to me. “Did I get it right?”

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

“I will be your daddy, just not your stepdaddy.” Angel couldn’t even swallow as he spoke. Juices bubbled from her pussy and she could feel drops of moisture rolling down her bare thighs. It was so much to take in. And by his statement, she knew he was right. He would be her daddy, her master, her Sir. Oh, how could this all have happened… Her dreams of the ultimate man. She almost wanted to pinch herself as this had to be another wet dream. His eyes burned at her. “It would plaisir you with such a délicieux pain, without harming your sweet flesh.”

The word is a whisper, a plea, and my stomach clenches so hard I nearly groan. Fuck. Fuck. She said Daddy. Maeve moaned out for me. She was dreaming about me. I knew that she never would have had any kind of fantasies unless I had done that too her. Every single waking hour I could imagine the feel of her breasts under my palms. The way she moaned as I pulled on her nipples. Now I guess she was fantasizing the same thing.