Novel & Cerita Daddy's Coming Home For Christmas

His hand tightened in her hair that spoke of his impending release. "I am going to come too." Michele's voice joined his brother's, his cock still rubbing against her clit with increasing urgency. "Fuck, babygirl, I'm going to come all over this pretty pussy." "Come... Come for me, daddy." Anny begged, her voice rising with her own desperate need. "Both of you. Please. Come for me." She didn't have one daddy. She had two. She didn't have one cock throbbing to cover her in cum. She had two.

compliment from my bestie's dad? He adjusts my neck and pats my bare shoulders. "Now let's take you home". Yes daddy, take me home! Then I fell asleep. Only to be startled awake when I feel my back dropping to the fluffy three seater couch in their tiny living room. "Mr Martinez?" "Sweetheart, you're awake. I'm sorry I woke you" he says as he pats my hair, making me fight to stay back awake. But we are just too close for me to want to lose myself to sleep.

Nikolai, the one that had picked us up last night raise a brow. "You don't need those," his baritone voice filled the space. He wasn't bad at all. He was just a few inches shorter than hot daddy. Strong shoulders. Built muscles. Too hot to be doing daddy duties. Just like hot daddy, but he had this playful grin to his face, unlike hot daddy, and it made him less appealing. "Please, daddy. Grant me this one. It's my Christmas wish," Sonia whined, wriggling in her seat like a child throwing a meaningless tantrum.

He's always got time to play with her and give her attention and I couldn't be more thankful for that. "Good afternoon, my beautiful girls!" Riley sings as he heads towards Nina. They both needed to work today but because it was New Year's Eve they let their staff go home early and they left soon after. The moment Nina hears Riley's voice she jumps out of her seat and jumps into his arms. "DADDIEE!" She practically screams. She always gets so excited when he comes home and it warms my heart every time.

He looked up as we entered and offered a smile much warmer than his wife's. "Jaxon, Isabel, welcome," he said in that deep voice that somehow carried a sense of authority and affection. "It's good to have you both here. "Thanks, Dad," Jaxon said, his voice light as he leaned in to kiss his father's cheek before turning toward me. "Isabel, this is my father, Daniel." I smiled and extended a hand, hoping to hide the butterflies building in my stomach. I had not spent much time around Jaxon's family, and it felt like a test-one I wasn't sure I was going to pass.

He felt I wasn't safe. "Daddy is grumpy again," Claire said softly. "I think he misses you, too." "Probably." I rose to my feet, stretching slightly to get the kink in my neck out. It still hurt like hell. "Did daddy tell you I'm coming home soon?" "Yes, he did. He said he was going to go get you." Suddenly, her breath got choppy. "You are coming, aren't you?" I smoothed my voice further. "I am, baby girl."

"What do you mean, Daddy's here?" "He's downstairs with Uncle Will!" Kelsey exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. "They brought presents. Santa messed up the orders and dropped some of my presents there!" I blinked, trying to make sense of her words through the fog of sleep. "What are you talking about?" "Daddy's downstairs," she repeated, her tone impatient. "Why?" "It's Christmas, Mommy!" I couldn't believe I had forgotten. It had been so chaotic with the funeral and the aftermath that the holiday had slipped my mind entirely.

Quinn smiled at that thought. “Well I figured I’d come home to both of them here…” he admitted, talking about Sawyer and Christian. “Oh well he’s not with her today he’s spending the week with his dad.” She said then. “All week?” Quinn asked. Dany had told him usually Christian only goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. “Yeah for Christmas. I’m going to have him all next week and for Christmas Eve and day. But his family’s Christmas get togethers are all this week. They’ve got like six of the dang things.” She said… clearly not too thrilled.

Amber wrapped her arms around his neck and didn’t want to ever let go. She wasn’t the only one feeling the love and the Christmas Spirit. A man was strumming his guitar near the stairs playing a classic Christmas song as Leo spun Amber in a circle. She felt a little dizzy when her feet hit the ground again. But she wanted to feel this way always. She laughed. “My father will come through babe. I know he will. They want this handled as much as we do. We pay them to do the dirty work for us. It’ll work. I know it will. We’ll have him home by Christmas.”

Now I knew I wouldn’t be alone with my thoughts anymore. “Daddy is coming home. He is coming home to us.” I whispered to my baby, caressing my baby bump.