Daddy's Coming Home Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Mummy, is dad going to come back home? " "I'm sorry baby, but daddy won't be able to come back. Ever. It's just gonna be you and me. Okay?" "But I want daddy" "Ari, it's gonna be alright, everything will be fine. " "No! " *********

It’s already 11:00 am on Saturday and Daddy is not home yet, he called me yesterday when he was boarding his private jet to tell me he was coming home yesterday. It is not in Daddy’s nature to miss appointments especially one as important as coming to see his princess. I already called his assistant but she said she stayed back in Los Angeles for business… daddy’s numbers are switched off. Just as I was all in my thoughts the doorbell rang and as the ‘maid’ and the only one at home I went to get the door.

"I came to make a deal." Matteo laughs soft. "What kind of deal?" Daddy ignores him looks only at me. "You come home. I give them territory money whatever they want. No war. No more videos. Just... come home baby girl." The bar goes quiet everyone listening. I feel their eyes on me. Feel the heat between my legs grow. Feel Matteo's fingers slip inside me slow one knuckle then two curl just right. I gasp soft hips shifting forward without thinking. Daddy sees. Face twists pain anger something darker.

Isn't he at home with us on Saturdays and Sundays? "I have homework I need to finish and help from Daddy." "Just wait; your daddy will come home tonight." "What time does Daddy come home? I couldn't even see him until I went to sleep at night. And when I woke up early, Daddy was not at home." Eric sulked at his mother.

“Mommy is just tired and had a long day, okay? I want you to promise me you won’t accept any gifts from strangers though, okay?” “Okay. When is Daddy coming home?” “Daddy’s here.” My heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice behind Nico, and I got up and leaned back, exhaling as Nico jumped into his arms. “Daddy, you’re home!” “Yes, bud. I’m home. You missed me?” “Yes, why were you gone for so long?” Nico asked as he put him down. “Where were you?” “Daddy was at work, and I’m back now. What do we have here?” He asked when he saw his new Transformer toy.

“Come on daddy's dick!” Daddy grabs the edge of the sink, crushing me against it as he power thrusts into me. The sound of his hips slamming against mine is almost deafening, the fury of his strokes bruising my ass and thighs. But daddy gets everything he wants out of me. Total control, total submission, punishment, my orgasm, and his own orgasm. His thrusts come so fast and hard he's not even breathing, instead selling his entire body to ensure he finishes his job.

His towel fell away, revealing his hard cock. “Then let me remind you why you stay,” he growled softly. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against my slick entrance before pushing inside me in one deep thrust. I gasped, gripping his shoulders as he filled me completely. Why does it always feel like coming home? Even when I know he’s dangerous. Daddy fucked me slowly at first, deep and possessive, one hand on my belly and the other gripping my collar. “Feel that?” he murmured, grinding against me. “That’s us. That’s our future. You can read her diary a thousand times. You can listen to Reynolds’ warnings. But nothing changes this.”

"Daddy is not coming back." "Why not?" "….When you die, you can't come back. That's just...how it works." "…..So Daddy isn't coming back? What about tomorrow?" "N...Not ever, honey," She told me, trying her best to hold back her tears. "I'm so sorry to say it, but Daddy is never coming back." "But..." I started tearing up, too. I didn’t really understand what was going on but her tears got me sad and all teary. "Daddy has to come back, you told me he would."

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

"Shoot all of your cum here daddy, let me swallow it all." "Daddy", he grunts, "I like that" he says before holding my neck and shoving his length all the way through, so when he shoots his cum, it goes straight through my throat. I can feel the warmth go all the way down. When he's done, I raise my hand to feel my already expanded throat. "Now get out! I've got work", he commands without giving me time to recover and without any words of complaint, I crawl my way out to the couch in the living room.