Novel & Cerita Daddy's Coming Home For Christmas

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

he rumbled, the endearment laced with authority, "what's got my needy little baby calling me in the middle of the day? Everything alright?” Katherine bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she imagined him in his office, that muscular frame tense with work, his thick erection straining against his pants at the thought of her. "Daddy… I just... I want you home for dinner tonight. With me. Please…” He chuckled darkly. “Baby, you know I've got this late meeting. It'll run long, also dinner out with the clients is part of it. Be a good girl and eat without me. I'll make it up to you later.”

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "

"Come on. Let's get something cold before your brain explodes." I followed her, but my chest tightened. Because even now my mind wasn't on slushies or small talk. It was on him. And I knew the moment I got home... things were about to get even more complicated. Because my father was coming back. I got back home just a few minutes past seven. I stepped on the front door varenda with my phone positioned between my ears and shoulder. "Hey, sweetheart. Just landed." Came my Dad’s voice. "Already?"

Looking up at our state, it was so magical and so carnal that all I could do was cum again and again. "That's right. "Come all over my cock," he said breathlessly. "I love watching you cum again and again," Daddy said, pulling back to grab my legs, bracing them over his shoulders before he resumed pounding into me harder than ever. I fisted the sheets, screaming for the heavens to hear me. "That's it, baby. Scream for me."

At least he didn’t stay mad at Ashley and me for long. I wondered… how did his meeting go? Then I spotted another message , this one from Dad. DEAR DADDY: Christmas Eve, Dec 24. Expecting you right before lunch. Anya will bring her boyfriend. Dad misses you. A nervous chill shot through me. How could I even go home for Christmas? Jazper Ray would never let me, and there’s no way he’d let me stay without him doing something about it. But maybe… should I tell my parents about him?

I just wanted a simple one. Chrissie, my best friend, had been my real family ever since. Her parents took me in during the holidays, her little sister constantly grilled me on makeup, and her parents always treated me like family so I was okay with them. Unlike Mom. Who had kept sending postcards. Snapshots of Paris, Rome, Dubai—scribbled notes asking me to “come home.” As if that place will ever really be home.

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.

"But I'm so glad that you'll be here for the holidays. We'll have a good ol' fashioned Christmas." His father pulled up two folding lawn chairs. "Here. Sit down and stay a while." Caden did as his father asked and sat down on one of the chairs and his father sat down on the other. "Your mother's been fussing over everything since you told me you were coming. So, what brings you home?" "Now, Noah. Leave him be." His mother patted his father's hand. "Let's just enjoy him while he's here."

It made sure I would always come back for more. "I want that, daddy." I say, keeping my voice deliberately low and sultry. He groans and leans down to take my face in his huge hands, pressing his lips to mine with an hunger that shakes us both to the core. My entire body trembles as he sucks on my tongue, tasting himself on me and revelling in it. It is beyond hot, it is criminally erotic. I moan, whimpering some gibberish as he pulls me up and into his arms.