Novel & Cerita Daddys Property

Like I was a mildly inconvenient piece of décor his father had brought home and he was still deciding where to put. Six days of pretending I didn't notice Reid noticing everything. The house was massive in the way that old money houses always are...not exactly showing off, just quietly, effortlessly enormous. Four bathrooms. I knew where three of them were. That was the problem. It was early. Just past six in the morning, that gray watery light coming through the hallway windows, the kind of morning where the whole house still feels like it belongs to you alone. Mom and Gerald — my stepfather, still strange to say — had left the night before for a long weekend. Some anniversary trip that had

All of them. “I’m all yours, daddies.” I say. And I mean every word of it.

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.

One of the men took them in one of the cars and drove to the main mansion. When they got down, the maid ushered them in. Mama Dora stared at the interior design of the mansion. The Reyes were known for their high taste. One thing she never knew was that their taste was out of the world. A unique one. “Madam is in the garden. I will inform her” the house help told them. She left to inform the house mistress.

He proved to be a great listener I wondered two days in if he’d ever wake up. This morning I went through the routine when my mom called me and our conversation ended up in her cussing at Peter because, in her words, he is a 'dirty man whore' Now I went into my newfound hobby of gazing at the man in my bed. I'd giving him a name too, Kel, after my dog I had when I was eleven. I couldn't still place where he was from because he didn't look American one bit and now that I think about it neither did those men.

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..."

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

The woman he swore he’d find one day. Damien’s voice dropped to a dangerous, quiet command. “Track him. Track everything. I want the child’s location before morning.” And as the city lights flickered outside his glass office, a storm that had slept for years finally began to rise again.