Daddy’s Pet 소설 & 이야기

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.

He locked my thighs in his arms and ate me till I was completely ravaged, and I pulled at his hair in return, to soften how overwhelmed I was feeling, the insatiable need he was slowly fulfilling. “What's my name?” “Dane?” I was fucking dying, crying my eyes out. Sometimes I would try to get away because it would get too much but he'll just drag me back to his mouth and suck. This man knew exactly what to do with his tongue and mouth. “No. Say daddy.” Fucking hell. I didn't even risk defying him. He deserved it. “Daddy.” I responded, hopeless, biting my lips hard with hooded eyes as he kept hitting a spot with his tongue until I saw the whole galaxy, fuck stars.

His eyes were locked on Leo’s face, on his tear-streaked, desperate expression. "You look so fucking pretty like this," Daddy grunted, his breathing growing ragged. "On your knees, collared and crying for my cock. This is where you belong." Leo watched, mesmerized, as Daddy’s hand flew over his shaft. He could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, the heavy tightening of his balls. He knew what was coming. "Open your mouth," Daddy commanded, his voice a strained, guttural bark. "Stick out your tongue. Don't you dare fucking spill a drop."

“You call me Daddy when this is on your tongue. Not Mr. anything. Not sir. Daddy. Same as the boys will when they’re in you. Understand.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled like I had passed something. He pushed into my mouth slow, teaching me the weight of him, while Holt and Vance each took a thigh and kept me spread. Reid stroked my hair out of my face with a tenderness that did not match the fact that his father was using my throat. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured, thrusting deeper. “Your husband did well picking you. Tight. Wet. Obedient once you stop pretending you didn’t want the hallway.”

Dark suit. Hands in his pockets. Watching me. My chest tightened. Ethan lowered his voice. “Did you know?” “No.” My father saw me. He hesitated. Then lifted one hand slightly. A small wave. Nothing dramatic. No smile. But he came. That mattered. More than I wanted it to. I lifted my hand back. He nodded. And somehow, that was enough for now. Ethan looked at me. “You okay?” I swallowed. “Ask me later.” He nodded.

“Three months is enough. You can still take me on the kindergarten field trip.” Right as I said it, Daddy came home with Auntie Benita. Mommy always said Daddy was the Don, and very busy, so he usually came home late. Today he was early. Daddy smiled at me. “Isa, I brought you a present.” I ran over, and Auntie Benita held out a little puppy. I stopped, looked back at Mommy, and shook my head. Auntie Benita hugged the puppy and suddenly started crying, like a puppy somebody had thrown away.

“Please, Daddy—claim me.” A dark, satisfied laugh escaped him. His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with controlled power. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. His free hand wrapped around her throat from behind—not choking hard, just enough pressure to make her feel owned, possessed. “That’s it,” he praised, voice strained. “Take every inch like the good little pet you are. This tight cunt belongs to me now. Say it.” “It’s yours—Daddy’s pussy,” she moaned, eyes rolling back as he hit that perfect spot over and over. The light choke combined with his praise sent her spiraling higher. “I’m Daddy’s little pet. Only yours.”

daddy defends me petting my back, I felt the urge to cry, and maybe shit my pants. "She's only a baby Trent," the lord of hell growls defending me, things got quiet after that, for a couple of minutes before I felt a new presence behind my back, daddy went down to his knee as Trent did, it was hard to hide behind him now, especially that I know who's behind me now. "Calesti," the king of hell sings my name out, I turned to him with teary eyes and red cheeks. "Such a beautiful baby," he says wiping my tears away.

As they were walking towards the arcade booth, they passed a pet shop. Melo stopped for a while and looked at the cutesy puppies kittens on display. “Dad, am I allowed to have a pet?” He asked. “Well, son. I need to ask you a question as well. Are you ready for the responsibility attached with having a pet?” His father replied. Melo thought for a while. “Dad, it’s a puppy. All they do is eat, wee, and poop. How hard could it be?” Melo snickered.

Act! "You called us here?" My dad asked hesitantly, his head tilted to the side but still hasn't seen me sitting so straight like a bowstring just a few feet away from him. I'm sure my dad thought this was all about Flora's death, and he should watch his words so he won't upset his alpha more. If only he knew what is about to hit him right now, he wouldn't have been so cautious about Alpha Caden's feelings. I don't think the man has feelings left to hurt. He is a monster.