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"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.

Who would have known that Jessica’s father wasn’t just a tycoon but a very big one, he was the second-wealthiest after the Alpha. And I just had to embarrass myself in front of his daughter. Why do these things keep happening to me? Although she didn’t have a good attitude to begin with, she was a real bitch right from my first encounter with her but I just had to stretch it out to encounter her for the second time. And the way Ryan said it only made me more embarrassed. I tried distracting myself from thinking about it because the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I was. But the only other thing I could think about wasn’t exactly the best choice.

i let out a low gasps. I can hear my mind screaming about how wrong all of this is. If mom find's out her boyfriend is pleasuring me right now, things cannot be good for either of us. But dad voice is too intoxicating, i cannot stop. I climbed even higher in ecstasy as he slip his hands under my panties. My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing.

" 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."

he says. “Maybe you should call your clients Daddy.” “Are you serious?” I ask, furrowing my brow. I don't know if I can do that. Daddy's Daddy, but other guys? Have they earned it? “Oh, the things I want to do to you.” I turn away, biting my lip and blushing. I don't think it's because any man could say these things to me; I think it's because Daddy's the one saying them. It's so strange and oddly erotic. But if he wants to play this game, then

He chuckled darkly, and Erica shivered. He yanked the thin fabric aside, revealing her wet pussy and roughly shoved two fingers inside her, hitting her deep inside. "Paul, ah, fuck!" He slapped her needy core once, sharp and stinging. "No. From now on, you will call me Daddy." "D-Daddy..." He growled. "Good girl." Paul took her to his condo, lifting her and pinning her against the wall as soon as they entered. He licked her neck while taking off her bra using one hand. Once her bra fell off, Paul wasted no time in sucking her nipple and roughly grabbed the other.

I didn't actually have any sort of Daddy fantasy per se, but it was the admission of my desire to play a role for him. I wanted to be that kind of slut for him in this moment. The dirtier he made me feel, the more determined I was to fulfill that casting. I was so fucking dedicated to him in that moment as our skin steamed together under the hot water while he pounded me. He held my hips and fucked me from behind in that shower like a really good fucking Gonzo porno. It wasn't too fast or frenzied, but it was exactly the type of erotica that Maddy and I usually orgasmed to when browsing for a really great scene to watch.

He was much shorter than Alistair, and his aura felt pathetically small in comparison. "How much is he paying you?" Adrian asked, his tone dripping with contempt. "My Dad might be getting old, but his taste isn't usually this low. How many whimpers did you have to give him in bed before he agreed to bring you to London and pretend you’re some Zurich consultant?"

His chest was heaving, his eyes blown wide with a mixture of terror and dark, sick excitement. "Did you hear that, Elara?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "Daddy is looking for me. And here I am, sucking his cum off his little girl's tits." He looked down at my chest, at the wet, glistening peaks.

He began to move again, the rhythm slow and deep and intentional, each stroke filling me, and the emotional intensity of the ongoing connection under the continued observation made every thrust feel necessary. One of his hands slid between us to rub firm circles over my clit in time with his hips, and the dual stimulation pushed me toward yet another climax with steady, relentless pressure. I came hard around him, the spasms of my cunt milking his cock while he continued to drive through the contractions, and then followed with a deep final thrust and the hot pulse of his release flooding into me once more. He collapsed forward, bracing his weight, and we stayed locked together breathing har