Daddy’s Lap 소설 & 이야기

His mouth lingered on my stomach, pressing kisses over it. "I love you," he whispered against my skin. "Both of you." Then he moved lower, and my breath caught when his hot breaths fanned my pussy. His mouth latched on to my cunt, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. . "Isaiah," I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. “Say my name,” He rasped. “Say Daddy. I want the whole damn house to know who owns you.” "Oh yes Daddy, please,"

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

“Maybe he is being protective you know with my momma and all. Your daddy is looking after us you know how sweet and kind he is.” He snorts, “did you just call my daddy sweet? Fuck me, Harps that is hilarious. My daddy ain’t sweet. He’s a mean ass biker.” “Yeah right, your daddy has a sweet side and besides he raised you good and proper.” The douchebag leaves some money on the table and strides towards the door with his face put out. Good - the dickhead. Levy comes towards the counter and takes a seat next to Dylan. “You okay, Harper?” Concern floods his warm eyes as he looks at me. I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that, it’s making me weak at the knees and making my panties get wet and I’m

I felt his cock twitch beneath me. I bounced slightly on his lap. Eager. Tears still drying on my face. I probably looked deranged — crying one second, bouncing on Daddy’s cock the next. Welcome to my brain. “I did everything you asked. Good girls get rewarded, right daddy?” “Off my lap.” I stared at him in disbelief. “What? But you said—” “Don’t worry, you’re getting rewarded.” He grinned wickedly, nudging me off his lap. He stood up, those dark eyes travelling over me with the kind of attention that made every inch of my skin feel like it was being touched.

It had to be wrong. She was wrapped around him tight and she wasn’t letting go. “You don’t like cuddling with me anymore?” Fucking you is what I’d prefer. Ted’s wayward dick yelled to him as it plumped up between her legs. He grabbed her wiggling hips to keep her still on his lap and pulled back to meet her gaze. “Baby, you’re an adult now and I’m your daddy....” “Stepdaddy.” Daisy insisted with a determined pout.

He said and I nodded with tears in my eyes. I still felt so proud of myself and him calling me a good girl made my stomach tighten with pleasure. "I'm going to start moving now..." Daddy whispered on my ears and I grabbed him more tightly. "Daddy... Please, let me get a bit more used to you..." My words came out in a moan just as Grayson approached us. Luxuria daddy didn't protest. Instead he reached a hand down to my clit and began to draw circles on my clit and Grayson daddy soon took a tit into his mouth too.

I whispered obediently. I walked to the dining table and sat down on one of the cushioned chairs, still completely naked. While I waited, I picked up the remote and turned on some soft, sensual music from the living room speakers. The slow, rhythmic beat filled the house, matching the steady throb between my legs. A few minutes later Daddy carried two plates over. He set them down, then surprised me by pulling out the chair beside me and sitting first. He patted his lap. “Come here, baby girl. Sit on Daddy’s lap while I feed you.”

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

He pulls back, and my eyes flutter open, staring into his intense gaze. “Not yet.” He murmurs with a short smile, his lips glossed and glittery. “I hope I can keep still tonight.” I smile and lift myself onto his lap, my knees folding on the bed. He holds my waist and pulls me closer for an embrace, while I curve my arms around his neck. We join our foreheads, and I mutter, “I’ll do my best to give Daddy’s d*** a good ride tonight.” He sputters a chuckle, caressing my back. “Daddy is looking forward to it… Show Dickson what Valeria has got, huh?”