Daddy S 소설 & 이야기

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

"I hate how work kept me from going. But, you have me now. I'm all yours, Daddy." "I sure do, fuck. What am I going to do with you?" "Before you claim every inch of me, Daddy, I would like to claim your cock first." "Oh, baby. Mmm, Daddy would love that very much, but I would like to claim you first because Daddy misses you the most."

Madie and birdy rhymed a bit. "Because, baby..." Mister D neared his face close to mine and was staring hard. "I'm your Daddy."

He has not spared even the tiniest bit of my personal space. "Y-y-yes daddy?" I managed a wavering reply and slowly straightened my back. I am only five feet, six inches, my father hovers over me like the ever impending, unavoidable death. He is so close I draw in his strong, virile, distinct scent with every draft of oxygen I take in. I prayed endlessly that he does not find this the perfect time for him to confront me. I wouldn't know how to explain myself. I am a curious virgin and my eyes tend to wander.

“I’m yours. I belong to you.” “Good girl. And who am I to you? I want to hear you say it.” “Huh?” “Who am I to you?” “You’re… you’re…” “I’m your Daddy!” He answered for me. As he let go of my hair, I felt his dick poke my entrance. He was playing with me, teasing me, sexually tormenting me. “Come on! I want to hear you say it.” “You’re my Daddy.” I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling.

Daddy says sweetly and I nod a little, my body tensing in anticipation. Daddy wraps his arms around me to cuddle me to him as Master holds daddy's cock and lines it up to my hole.

Dylan growled angrily. She stared at his utterly familiar face, bit was filled with rage after what he'd just done. “Let go of me, sir!” She yelled out. Joanna tried her best to remain stable in the arms of her mother. “Daddy, let go of my mummy!” She cried out. Katrina didn't hear wrong, her daughter just referred to this strange man as her daddy. She couldn't understand what was going on. Who Dylan was and why did Joanna call him daddy?

"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her.

“Not unless I catch you.” Then his mouth claimed mine again, hotter this time, more demanding, and my hands curled into the sheets as his palm slid down, and in between my legs, teasing me. I gasped into his kiss when his fingers gripped the lace at my hip, tugging it down just enough for his knuckles to touch my bare skin. And then his teeth grazed my throat, his hand sliding lower, and finding my clit which was now throbbing. “Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.”

he demanded. “What?” I moaned. “Say, I love your cock, daddy.” I hesitated, then… he spanked me. “Say it, Melissa.” “I love your cock, Daddy!” I cried. He grinned at our reflection in the glass and picked up the pace. I could feel him close. I was close, too.