Dirty Daughter Novels & Stories

A long, amber stream of ice-cold tea spilled from the rim, splashing over my sleek thighs and soaking into the fabric of my new set of pink bikini bottoms. "Oh!" I let out a fake, low growl, arching my back so the liquid pooled in the dip of my hip. I looked at him through my lashes, my voice dropping into a husky invitation. "I'm such a mess, Julian. Do you think you could help me clean this up?" The air between us charged instantly. Julian didn't say a word. He stood up slowly, his muscular frame casting a long shadow over me. I reached into my bag and pulled out a packet of wet wipes, holding one out to him with a trembling hand.

You know that, right, baby girl? Your brother won't mind. I'm just disciplining his little sister that doesn't know her elders. Don't you think so? I shake my head. I'm a full-grown woman, not a child. I don't need discipline, and certainly not from the likes of you. I know he means everything he says. My encounter with the Rachel bitch he brought over to the vacation house last summer... He spanked the living daylight out of her, and she moaned like the crazy slut she was. I know I shouldn't be invading his privacy.

When I heard that, I knew I couldn't take chances and had to be fully prepared. However, my protest only seemed to fuel Dakota's showmanship. She moved faster, yanking the medical box out. Without even glancing at it, she tossed it over the edge of the cliff behind us, all in the name of making room for her cosmetics. "See? Problem solved," Dakota said, dusting off her hands. She had proudly shoved her precious skincare products into my backpack before looping her arm through Jack's. "Jack, you're the best! My cosmetics are way more valuable than that stupid box."

finally broke with a soft cry and a hard clench of my walls around his fingers. He held me through it and then brought his wet fingers to my mouth so that I could taste the mixed evidence of everything we had done, the musky salty flavor of our joined releases coating my tongue and the act of it sending a fresh spark of heat through my core even under the continued gaze. His cock was hard again against my thigh, and the knowledge that the hunger between us still had not been fully exhausted made my own body answer with a renewed throb of need. He shifted us once more, guiding me onto my hands and knees on the bed, the position leaving me open and exposed, and the vulnerability of it mixed w

" Why the hell will this bitch look for me? This person is not even by any damn means close to being called w friend of mine. She deserves to die!" " Shut it now. " Katrina's voice responded to her daughter's hateful words. Nadia , Derek and vieira made way for the lady to pass . In her hand was a bowl, another bowl that had water as the content. A towel was soaked in it. She was about to clean the girl a little. " Mom,you don't understand what this bitch made me to go through in the red moon pack. " " What is there to understand?" Katrina asked her, walking to the bed and sitting down.

Dahila said and moved backwards away from her aunt. "Just get out of my sight." Kristen said as she changed her direction and went into the sitting room to watch TV as usual. "I wonder what kind of man would marry a lazy woman who has no other job than to watch the Tv all day. Such a waste of precious time and life." Dahila said shaking her head as she went up to her room. "And this stupid wench almost got me into trouble today. She couldn't even apologize after everything, she's so very lucky aunt Kristen didn't hit me." She said as she undressed and made her way to the bathroom.

Vicky comes sprinting to my side. "Lilly-Ann.” An ethereal vision sculpted by the gods of beauty skips to my side. Her oceanic eyes, shimmer with mystery and joy that would hypnotize all who dare to gaze into their depths. Auburn tresses cascade down to her waist like molted silk, framing a face adorned with porcelain skin. A perfect vision of a celestial enchantress personifies right in front of me. No wonder Chad doesn’t bother with other women. “Aww, look at how she’d grown.” Vicky peeks into the carry sleeping bag. “Yeah, she’s getting heavy.” Vicky peeks up at me.

A half-dozen nurses surrounded the hospital bed, bodies moving fast but eyes laced with uncertainty. And then, small arms wrapped around my leg. I looked down. A little girl with thick curls and flushed cheeks clung to me like she’d been waiting for someone to fix the world. Her voice was tiny. “Is my daddy going to die?” My heart caught. “You’re Princess Maddox,” I said, crouching beside her. “Carter’s daughter, right?” She nodded, eyes wide and shining. “Don’t worry, okay? It’s just a routine injury. A small boo-boo, and we can fix it.”

Hilda struggled to look at the woman and asked, "Who are you?" The woman replied angrily, "I'm the daughter of the Damien family, Sahara Damien. My father is Salem Damien." As soon as Hilda heard her name, she knew who it was and she murmured, "Oh, hello." Sahara looked at the woman in front of her from head to toe, feeling extremely contemptuous. She did plastic surgery to her whole face. She must've been born so ugly that she feels embarrassed to go out in public. What an ugly b*tch!

“I am helping her pee.” “It’s ok, let me do it. Are you ok?” Given tearfully looked at her. “She is the reason you won’t take me right?” “No. She is innocent in all this. So are you. I will help her. The child walked out crying. Daisy cleared her throat then picked her up. “Hi sweety..” She had scars all over her hands and feet. Given walked back to the house. Daisy held the baby sadly. *** In Rivercity, Judith put her eye cream underneath her eyes. She turned to her phone humming alone and a notification pinged. She clicked it and paused at Tinashe’s message.