Dc Young Fly Dad Novels & Stories

Dylan said to Lyon. “No, I want to know what you mean.” Dylan said, his voice raised. Dylan pressed the button under his desk, which meant that security would be in his office in minutes to take care of Lyon. “You see the thing is Lyon, your dear mother has been spreading her legs for whoever and long story short you are not Mr. Scott's son, so all this that you've been fighting for, you have no claim to it. You're the bastard Lyon, not me. I had parents and Mr. Scott adopted me legally, but you, you have no father and I'm not even sure that your whore of a mother knows who he is.” Dylan said to him.

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

He pulled at my hair and it only felt better. My nipples ached even more painfully. "I... I... I don't know, daddy. I... I just want it so much. I... I am such a whore..." I said, looking right into daddy Grayson's eyes as it dawned on me yet again on who this man was. My father's best friend. The cock I was desperately fucking back onto also belonged to my father's best friend. Men two decades older than I was. Heavens, Daisy. How did you become such a slut and ohhh, Daisy, how do you feel being such a whore?

he asks Dylan seriously. Dylan hesitates. “I didn’t. I don’t know. My dad… He wasn’t all bad. He taught me how to shift. How to fly. He used to sneak me sweets before dinner. But I also knew something was wrong. I just didn’t want to see it. And now… now I can’t unsee it.” His eyes flick to me. “I support her.” There’s a pause. Then Jordan holds out his hand. “Jordan. And if you’re good with me killing your father, then we’re cool. Let’s go, slayer.”

Dad Zarek and Dad Valen roared together, making Kyler and the Blue Moon Pack members who had gathered around the mega arena, chuckle collectively. Alright, that’s it ! Now this was war. My Dads were literally after my blood and life now. Crunching my neck side by side, I braced myself up for the clash and then suddenly lowered down my gaze. “DAD !! YOUR FLY IS OPEN ! OH MY GOD !!” I shrieked horrified causing Dad Lucan to look down at his cargo’s zipper startled. Haha ! No one can save you now, Dad. I am sorry but I play dirty.

“He asked me to file a restraining order against Dan. He will not stop.” Chris steals a fry and throws it in his mouth. “That should not be a surprise, though.” “Do not you dare say I told you so.” I give him the stink eye. “I am just saying, Ginny. Fathers do not like anyone fucking around with their daughters, especially overprotective ones like yours.” Jane gulps at that and clears her throat. “I still think it’ll be fixed with time. They are best friends, right? That should mean something.” “If by something, you mean that he keeps threatening to kill Dan, then sure, it means something. You know, I always heard stories about my dad and his coldness, but this is the first time I have witne

She sighed in relief and smiled. “Thank you so much.” Lydia said. “Its my duty.” “Woah mum, dad taught you all this stuffs?” “Yeah.” “Dad was so awesome.” “Of course he was and he still is, I love you Lydia.” The deep voice said and the call ended. Lydia tried calling the number back and it wasn't connecting. “That was dad right?” Damien asked. “Hell yeah!” Daniel yelled. “Daddy is still alive!” Danielle screamed happily and Lydia smiled out tears.

"Jesus, Em, you're getting heavy. What’s Daddy been feeding you? Protein shakes?" "No. Daddy made pancakes with syrup!" she announces proudly, wrapping her arms around my neck. "And I ate six!" "Six pancakes?" I whistle low. Dylan appears before us less than a second later. He’s wearing the most ridiculous dad shirt I've ever seen. “I'm Not Like Other Dads, I'm a Cool Dad,” it says in glittery letters. I’d bet a dollar Emma made him wear it. "Em, we can’t just take off like that and leave Dad behind,” he chastises, but he's fighting a grin.

She appreciated whatever reason made him take his time, at least her pussy wasn’t pulsing again like it had a breath of its own. But damn it! Every inch of her wanted to turn. To steal a glance at how those broad shoulders sat perfectly beneath his shirt. But with her mother’s watchful eyes? Those glances could probably be her last. Zavian descended the stairs completely, walking closer to where they were all gathered. Not like he was really interested in having a stepmother, he just wanted his father to be happy. “Good day, Father.” “Son.” Mr. Delgado called, the smile on his face growing brighter. One could tell from his father’s smile that he was his father’s whole heart.