Eat Me Daddy の小説・ストーリー

Dad walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, facing me. "Eat." He ordered. I looked at the food, consisting of sausages, rashers, toast, beans, eggs and caramelised mushrooms. This was made by one of the Omegas, Dad was a lot of things but he wasn’t a chef. I picked up my fork as I began eating slowly, glad I had something to focus on. Dad was strangely quiet and it made me nervous. "Who is he?" He asked after a moment. So, he figured out I lost it because of my mate.

“I’m not done with you yet, Mark.” He started to protest again, his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “This is crazy. We can’t—” She stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. Then she looked him straight in the eyes, water dripping down her face, her voice low but steady and confident. “I know you want this… And it’s happening. You just need to take charge of this… Seduce me, Daddy.” The word “Daddy” hit him like a switch. Something dark and hungry flashed across Mark’s face. The careful restraint he’d been clinging to finally snapped.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

I don't know what I'm doing, but Daddy shows me, guiding my hand up and down as he gently pumps rhythmically in and out. "I didn't think you could look any sexier, baby. But goddamn you look like a beauty with my cock in your mouth." He pulls his shirt off, exposing his muscles, which contract and flex as he moves in and out of my mouth. With each thrust, I can feel my gag reflex kicking in, but I force it down, suppress it. I have to please Daddy, and that doesn't include interrupting his pleasure. "Rub your little pussy, baby," he tells me. "Pleasure yourself while you pleasure me."

"Your dad's working late again. That merger." I was concerned. "Rest, Mom. I'll bring you dinner." Downstairs, I prepared soup easy to lace. A splash of the antifreeze, stirred in. It was tasteless; she'd never know. My pussy throbbed at the thought, the power intoxicating. I touched myself briefly in the kitchen, fingers slick, imagining Daddy's approval. She ate half the bowl before waving it away. "Tastes off," she mumbled. "Maybe my taste buds are shot."

, he says as he lets his hand grip my hair in a bun. And with that, he takes total control, bobbing my head up and down and pushing his pulsing length inside my mouth. He continues on until his bulge start to grow even bigger in my mouth. As he takes it out, about to shove it back in, I take the opportunity to talk. With my tears filled eyes and aching jaws, I raise my head to look at him, licking the saliva that has dropped to the side of my face. "Shoot all of your cum here daddy, let me swallow it all."

His tongue dragged slow and filthy from my clit all the way up to my tight little asshole, lapping up every drop of my juice like a starving man. I screamed, legs shaking, as he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth and flicked it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue. “So fucking sweet. My fucking sweet daughter.” My cheeks burned with his words, I bit down on my bottom lip. Two thick fingers shoved deep into my pussy without warning, curling hard against my g-spot and my eyes rolled into my head. while he ate me like he owned me. God, daddy ate me like I was his last meal. “Oh my god, Daddy—fuck!” I cried, grinding back on his face as he ate me like a five-star dish. “Your tongue feels so

All I can think about is those sweet lips on my box. “Yes, daddy, yes. Eat my pussy.” Daddy groans. I don't know if it's because he's horny or because he thinks he's actually eating something. All daddy can do is suck my clit, tugging on it as my juices continue to gush from me. He must know something is up beyond food, because daddy sits back on his knees and clumsily tries to pull his shirt over his head. Almost unconsciously, I lean forward and like a good daughter, instinctively help him take his shirt off. But then daddy reaches inside his boxers, and even though I can't see it, I can tell he's playing with himself. I feel the heat rise in my face. Is he really masturbating right now? H

“I’m asking you- why did no one tell me?” She swallowed visibly. Her eyes quivered with fear as she saw her brother fuming in rage and his eyes were bloodshot red like blood had entered them. Before she could answer, the door opened again. Vincent Salvatore stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. “Your mother wanted to surprise you,” his father said evenly, as though that explained everything. Dante rounded on him. The death glare he leveled at his father could have cracked stone. “How is he?” Dante demanded, jerking his chin toward the bed. He needed to know about his grandfather first.