Novel & Cerita Daddys Property

My n*****s pebbled in desire for those wet lips. "Then, that's Mr. Jhuy. As in J-H-U-Y. Yeah! There you go," Sonia's voice broke into my fantasy. She was introducing hot daddy now. "Lily, he is as strict as he looks. Try your best to not get on his bad side," she whispered into my ears. I smiled in response, my p***y twitching with desire. "Daddies, Lily is my friend like I already told you. Please, take care of her too," Sonia finished, clasping her hand together like she was seriously pleading.

She thought he had already gone into the house “I don’t think it is your business anymore, Mr. Reyes.” He was surprised. Paul wondered if her ego was a sign of stupidity or foolishness. He would have helped her for the first time, but she had a sharp tongue. “Young woman, you are trespassing. Do you understand the implications of this or should I call the police?” Dora sighed. She had to deal with this human being before she could continue with her call. She put her phone back in the pocket of her jeans and asked “I thought you said that was your property?” she pointed at the penthouse.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

He was known in the city as a merciless landlord who crushed anyone who couldn’t keep up with his sky-high rents. “I see you received the notice,” he said, his voice smooth like aged whiskey. His eyes slowly dragged down her body — taking in her wet white blouse that clung to her full breasts, the short black skirt, and her long, toned legs still glistening from the rain. Sophia swallowed hard. “Mr. Voss… please. I just need a little more time. I have interviews lined up this week. I can pay you—” “Save it.” He stepped closer, invading her personal space. The scent of his expensive cologne wrapped around her — masculine, intoxicating. “I don’t run a charity. Tenants who can’t pay get removed

"He is the owner of the fashion company Mommy is going to start working for. Which means..." "On Monday, DADDY AND MOMMY'S LOVE STORY WILL BEGIN... YAY..."

“What happened to the properties your father left behind? I mean… the ones that were supposed to be for both of you?” I looked ahead for a moment, exhaling deeply. “There were a few. Some were under the Dawson estate—mostly lands and old commercial buildings in the province. After Matthew went missing, Dad transferred most of them to my name quietly. Said he needed someone who could manage them, and I was all he had left.” “So technically…” she trailed off. “Technically, they’re mine. Legally,” I answered, glancing at her. “But if Matthew takes it to court, especially now that he’s back, he has every right to claim half.”

Dada cut in smoothly, his gaze locking with Papa’s, “we are also a powerful family.” The tension between them shifted immediately. Papa turned to him, clearly not impressed. “God, Jay, you are not helping the situation,” he said, frustration slipping into his voice now. Dada leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression finally sharpening. “Helping the situation is understanding what is actually going on,” he replied. “And more importantly… how on earth our daughter got pregnant without sex.” That landed. Because that? That was the real problem.

According to his informant, Addie’s mother and father were repeatedly showing up at his mansion, begging him to release her in exchange for paying back the money they owed. Zake had granted them a generous grace period, yet they failed to honor their agreement. During his initial attempt to collect, he had laid down the terms: if they failed to pay on time, their daughter would serve as full settlement. The contract they signed explicitly stated that they would forfeit all rights to call her their daughter, as she would become his exclusive property. Zake turned to face the old man sitting opposite him on a bamboo chair. Meeting the elder's gaze, he leaned back, diverted his eyes toward the

I knew that already, if I didn’t, I would have gotten Malcolm to sign everything, but going to jail and then losing everything because of him isn’t something I wanted to do. “But this is my property. Velmora belonged to me. I built it from nothing. I funded every brick, every renovation, every damn employee hire that turned it into what it is today.” “I poured my blood, sweat, and years into that place while he chased skirts and threw tantrums. Please… tell me there’s a loophole, some precedent, anything to help me get everything back.” The silence afterward is worse than the begging I’d just done, my free hand fisting in my blouse, pulling the fabric taut over my breasts as if that pressure

MADDIE POV “Daddy bought them out. He was pissed they’d snuck the sale of this building out from under him. I thought it was hilarious that he missed it, because he’s usually on top of things; so much so that he catches mistakes others miss. He was planning on the exact thing you’ve done, renovating it into luxury condos. But Daddy was going to sell the condos versus rent them.”