Daddy's Coming Home Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I was going to fucking love tonight. "Daddy, I have to see you. I need to see you badly" "Hell, I will be home soon too. You'll find a lingerie in bed. Wear that for daddy" "As daddy wishes."

I then notice that he's talking to me, so I switch my focus to him. "Bitch did you rob a bank or sumn this ride is sweet!" "Nope I've just been seeing your dad alot lately, especially at night's if you know what I mean" I smirk at the disgusted look on his face. He whispered something under his breath like "that's why I fucking hate this bitch" or whatever ,it's not like I care anyways. "So where we all headed?" I asked a bit confused. "OH, Malia said we should all meet her at Wreckers in a couple of minutes," Stacey said.

“Coming home exhausted every day. Struggling. Barely surviving. I can make all of it disappear. Pay your rent, clear your debts, give you money every month so you never have to worry again.” My heart pounded wildly. “What… what do you want in return?” Damon reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent electricity racing down my spine. “I want you to call me Daddy,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I want complete access to this beautiful body whenever I want it. I want you to be my good little girl… and let me take care of you the way a real Daddy should.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered:

Daddy. Daddy is the sweetest word of this world. Daddy gives us love, care, and protection. Our, mommy said our daddy lived far away. When we asked why did he live far away from us? Mommy said he was working there. And one day daddy will come back to us. He will bring a lot of toys for us. Saying this Ethan held Evans's hand and nodded at him. Evan smiled and spoke up," And daddy came back to us. But mommy lied to us. She said daddy will bring toys only but daddy brings happiness too. He plays with us. He gives us piggyback ride. He helps us to do our homework. Daddy is our hero. Daddy loves us very much.

We weren’t rushing things, we were building something careful and it might stubborn but it was real. A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.” Dad stepped inside, still in his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked tired but happy, the same expression he always wore when I came home. “Millan.” His voice was warm. He crossed the room and pulled me into a hug, clapping my back twice in a manly hug. “Good to have you back, son.” “Good to be back.” I meant it, home was my second safe space, Aiden is the first.

he replied firmly, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "But you're the CEO of a billion-dollar company. You don't need to insist on babysitting anyone. Don't you have a company or something to run?" I questioned, feeling a sense of incredulity at his decision. Without waiting for a response, I pulled the door open, allowing Jake to enter my home. He moved with purpose, his presence filling the space with a sense of calm assurance. "It doesn't matter. Your father is one of my family's most trusted workers. I will not let him down," Jake explained, his voice carrying a note of sincerity that touched my heart.

I laughed. Mom: "Yeah, I know. So I'll tell him I haven't seen it, only heard of it. I really want it, but I need to see it for myself. And he has to come with me to help me decide. Or I could say the seller won't sell unless they meet the buyer personally, and I don't want to go alone. Honestly, getting your dad to Dubai isn't the problem. I just want him to come home safely first." Me: "Seems like you have it all figured out."

"Then tell me how can the dead man come back? As an apparition!" When I saw his tears started to fall, I realized how far my mouth must have hurt him. I didn’t mean to so I hugged him in return. But still...I want him to realize the truth. "Your daddy doesn't want to hurt you with the truth because he doesn't want you to be sad. It's okay to be sad for everything that is true. I'm just here…I can be your mom." Unexpectedly, he replied something else. "Daddy's not going to lie." My grip tightened on his arm. "Mommy's coming home."