Novel & Cerita Erotic Story Daddy

Dominant Daddy (5) EMMA I went back home after my Father-in-law dealt with my pussy in the sweetest way ever how his son had never done. I woke up the next morning with a heavy heart, my body still sore from everything Daniel did to me in his dark pleasure room.

“Take Daddy's cum! Take it all!” “Daddyyy!” I squealed. I'd thought I'd still had a ways to go... but that was before I felt that huge, hot load bursting into my insides! Daddy was doing it! He was really doing it! I screamed and kicked, reflexively trying to escape the unbelievable intensity of what Daddy was making me feel! I grasped at the sheets, clawed my nails into Daddy's back. He pinned me down, wave after wave of Daddy's hot, incestuous cum filling me up, flooding into my fertile, unprotected womb! I bit his collarbone, much too hard... but it was either that, or scream straight into his ear. It was indescribable... even better than last time! And Daddy just kept thrusting, over and

I could feel it in his tight muscles, in the way his cock got bigger in my mouth. “The deal is off,” Ivan suddenly yelled, reaching for the door. “Sit down, Ivan,” Daddy’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “The deal is not off. We’re just… making it final.” With a loud, dirty groan, Daddy came, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast, my own dick hurting so bad, needing to cum. Ivan watched, his eyes narrow, as Daddy zipped up his pants. “You are a weird man, Don Moretti,” he said, his voice full of hate.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

I could still fight, but Father believed they would kill me before I even lifted a finger. But how was I supposed to survive with Duncan? I had a thing for this man. We’ve met a few times, and they weren’t good meetings, by the way. The first meeting, I stumbled on him giving one of the visitors he came with a mind-blowing sex. I stood fixated on the spot, my core throbbing with heat, begging to be the one in her place, while he yelled at me to leave. It took a few seconds to get my brain to work again, then send signals to my legs to move. It was embarrassing.

he says. I do. I lick with only the tip of my tongue so that he grabs my braids like reins and tugs just enough. He’s being a gentleman. Knowing he’s restraining himself is enough fodder to prompt more moisture between my thighs. He knows I love this. He knows it gets me off. It is, in fact, the fastest way to get me wet. “Pop that first button for Daddy,” he chuckles. It’s our joke, he knows the whole daddy thing does nothing for me.

This man can be her subject tonight for her experiment. Maybe he is better than the candy daddy and he can be her new daddy. Can she call him whiskey daddy? Maybe?? Inner world cringe. Maybe she is drunk at all. Candace moans and grinds harder onto his length as he squeezes her soft breast. He keeps humming against their kiss and it makes her wet more. As if they are all alone on that dance floor, their bodies press onto each other more with every second. The position gets harder for Candace to keep kissing as her back pressed onto his front, but she doesn't care. She turns her head to her right as much as she can and takes what she can take.

I thought my biggest secret was the one that could destroy me. I was wrong. To survive college, I built a secret life behind a camera. I hide my face, keep my real identity locked away, and let strangers pay to see the side of me nobody knows exists. Then my mother calls. She's getting married. To Alexander Black. A billionaire. A man powerful enough to buy almost anything—and the man my mother has chosen because becoming his wife will give her the status, influence, luxury, and social power she's always craved. I expect him to be arrogant. I don't expect to be attracted to him. And I certainly don't expect him to look at me like there's something familiar about me. Because Alexan

"That's my girl. Feel that? You're gripping me so tight. This pussy knows who it belongs to now, doesn't it?" "Yes," I gasped, rolling my hips to chase his fingers. "It belongs to you. Only you. Not my exes. Not anyone. Just Daddy's." He pumped faster, thumb brushing my clit on every stroke. The pressure built fast. My thighs started shaking. I was right there, right on the edge. "Dante... Daddy... I'm so close. Please let me cum. Please." He stopped. Pulled his fingers out completely and licked them clean while I whined.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.