Daddy's Coming Home For Christmas Novels & Stories

Damien’s hand in hers—steady, present, chosen. And the simple truth that once felt impossible: She was safe. She was loved. And she was home. THE END

I moan. The next morning Rock and I get up and make Christmas breakfast for our family and we are having such a good time this morning until the phone rings and Rock lets me know it’s for me. When I answer it, I wish I would have told him to hang up. It’s my father. “Don’t be so surprised to hear from me, daughter.” My father draws. “What do you need, father?” I ask with my hand on my receiver. “Oh, just letting you know I’ll be home for Christmas, so move the fuck over.” I hung up immediately.

“Because we are home, sunshine.” As much as I knew that after that night, I would have no other thing to do with this stranger, the sound of the word “home” made my heart flutter. I swung my hand around his neck, clinging to him like the only object in a swaying home. “Take me home, daddy!” The word came out of nowhere. “I love that.” He smiled again, and I just wished he would stop doing that before I tear off his clothes and fuck him right there. “Call me daddy!” I nodded. He raised my chin and gave me a quick kiss.

He permitted me and Grayson suddenly stopped rubbing my clit and instead gave it a small spank. "Fuck! Thank you daddies!!" I screamed, coming hard. Eyes rolled back, back arching, fingers scratching and pulling, toes curling and lips screaming. I came on daddy's big cock inside of me and nothing felt better. There was nothing. Nothing better than coming on a cock, especially on my daddy's big, long cock. "Fuck... Oh fuck, oh fuck... Shit! You are going to make me come... Squeezing my cock so tight, you are going to make me come..." I could hear daddy as I came on his cock, the pleasure taking absolute control of me.

My father’s name lit up the display. Great. I answered. “Did you send someone here?” His voice came sharp and immediate. “Where are you?” “In my room. Somebody was just—” “Celeste.” His tone shifted into that cold senator voice. “Listen to me very carefully. Pack your things. My driver is downstairs. You need to come home.” “No,” I said. “Not happening.” “This is not up for debate. Someone is following you. You aren’t safe.” I let out a humorless laugh. “Gee, I wonder why, Dad. Maybe because you pissed off a Mafia don?”

Here to drop this jacket off for Jessie? The man sweeps his gaze over Lucian for a moment, then leans back into the house, ignoring the jacket altogether. Kane Trudeau: Oh, you're the dude that brought him home the other day. Lucian nods and the man laughs and punches his right shoulder lightly. He dresses back with a forced laugh and Connor nods, hands akimbo. Kane Trudeau: Hey, kid, your lil boyfriend's dad is here. Lucian raises an eyebrow, but he refrains from making a comment.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

Crossing my arms I drag my feet as we walk next door. A moving van is pulled onto the lawn of the blue and white house, and there's a bunch of empty boxes along the curb. "When we're done I want you to head back home and clean up for supper. Daddy should be home from his trip soon and I want you looking your best," Momma informs. My eyes perk, as a big grin spreads across my face. "Tonight? He's coming home tonight?" I ask excited. Daddy is a professional Boxer, and has been away for a week for a fight. I love it when he comes home, he doesn't press me to be someone I'm not.

Immediately, silence hovers in the car as Duncan drives in the night. >>> HIDALGO THIRD POVs <<< Standing in front of my father, he was shouting and raving angrily at my countenance while I stood expressionlessly without saying a word. We just arrived from the party after the chaos that was created in the party hall, a lot of the business partners were calling us but father ordered that no one should pick up the call! This was a huge blow to us, how come I never knew that Gabrielle a stripper? Not just a stripper but a popular one at that; this whole intense situation is confusing me and at the same time startling me.

Aria POV. "Hello honey, am home", This is how David my stepdad always greeted me whenever he's back from work, he was wearing a well iron pant and a long sleeve shirt, the hems of the shirt was well turk inside his trouser pant properly . Face more refined like a modern with a slight wicked bad boy smile.