Daddy's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

he picks up my hand and plants a firm kiss on it. The smile on his mother's face was sickening, the look on Dylano's girlfriend's face was nerve wracking. None of this seems to settle with me. It's like all I've done is lie to Logan and everyone here. And frankly, I couldn't quite read his father's expression. He was just like Logan. Hard to read, hard to crack. " So the rumors are true," his father blurted "rumors that you've got yourself a girlfriend"

"Kellan is such a sweetheart. He forgave me. We spent a long time last night talking." Well, that explains why neither of them realised I was missing. "They were my firsts, you know." I ignore her words. I won't get pulled into it. "I was Kellan's first real girlfriend, Darius' as well." "I would rather not discuss their past." I move and stand. "It needs to be. One of them is Quinn's father." My body stills. "I highly doubt that." She's lying. "Really? Kellan spent hours with Quinn last night, and Darius spent hours with him this morning."

"Those are the things your brothers brought here. Because they value their father. But what did you bring? Nothing." "Don't tell me he's that son of yours." One of the men chirped in. "Yes. That son of mine I told you about." Ryan's hands tightened around me. He was trying so hard to hold himself back. "And who is this with you?" "My girlfriend." "Since when?" "You don't care about my life so I don't think this should bother you," Ryan answered but his father's eyes were on me. He was looking at me with the same disdainful look.

Turning to Ava, he winked " Ava, meet my son, Jayden. " " Hi Jayden, I'm Ava, your Dad's girlfriend. " She said sweetly and extended her hand for a shake. Jayden looked horrified, " Your... Your girlfriend?? " Bryan frowned, " Yeah. I told you I had a girlfriend, remember? " " Sh*t " Came out of his mouth as he hit his fist on the wall in suppressed anger. He turned to his father " She's my girlfriend, Dad " he declared. " Ex girlfriend " Ava corrected, her nose flaring in anger.

“ No Dad , I mean don't you see this man is trying to play a fast one on me ? He certainly had something to do with the lady privately and wants to retain his reputation by putting out the court marriage certificate in a bid to wipe the mess he has made . I will do no such thing.” she rants flipping her hair sideways talking to her Dad who never interrupted her. “ I am not talking about the marriage . It is you Isabella, you threw up few minutes ago. What is it with you ? ” he inquired wearing a huge face of concern. His eyes were meek cajoling her that she could speak to him .

Ellaine grabbed onto her pencil firmly when Alice crossed her arms over her chest looking at her all arrogantly. Making sure, Conall wouldn't be able to hear the conversation Alice shot her an annoyed look, "Little girl, you should not call just anyone daddy. On top of that, he is not even married." "He is not just anyone, he is my daddy." Ellaine responded, bravely. "He is not, he is my boyfriend. We are not married nor are you our child, why would he be your daddy?" "He is not your boyfriend, he doesn't have a girlfriend."

| Jackson | "Fuck," Daddy fought against the restraints as she continued to lower herself, taking him inch by inch in her tight hole. She winced a couple of times, her breathing picking up. "Oh baby, you're so fucking tight." She gets about half of him in before stopping. They probably stayed that way for about a minute or two. I eyed her closely, waiting for her next move. After a couple of seconds, when she didn't make a move, Daddy leaned forth as best as he could with the restraints and captured her lips in a soft kiss. She leaned forward, seeking more of it. When she winced, letting out a shaky breath, he pulled back.

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.

“Hypermyopia can’t stop me from seeing my baby. You’re all I see.” The heat in my chest was blinding. I trotted to him, the ache in my ankles forgotten. “I love you, Daddy,” I whispered, our mouths colliding in a sloppy, desperate kiss, the kind of intimacy that only felt more electric because of the cuckold fantasy unfolding behind me.