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“Yes, use me. Pound up into your stepdaughter.” The age gap made it intense, his skilled hands and words driving me crazy while my tight body took everything he gave. We fucked through multiple rounds filling me again and again until cum was leaking everywhere. “On your knees now. Suck Daddy clean,” he ordered. I eagerly tasted our mixed juices on his thick shaft. “Good girl. Take it deep.” I bobbed my head gagging a little but loving it. He face fucked me gently then pulled me up for more riding. The night stretched but time stayed on this one day. We talked dirty between orgasms. “Your Mom has no idea I am breeding her daughter all day,” he said, thrusting up. “It makes me wetter, Daddy. R

Her lips find his, and they kiss with a fiery passion, their tongues dancing together in a heated tango. As they continue to kiss, Ana feels her father's hands roaming down her body, squeezing and caressing her breasts. She moans against his lips as his fingers find her wetness, and he begins to rub her clit. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge as her father teases and pleases her. 'Don't stop, Daddy,' Ana pants as she feels her body tighten. But her father suddenly pulls away, denying her release. 'Not yet, my little daughter,' he says with a playful smirk. 'I have other plans for you.'

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

It is a place where all Mafias in the world gather to buy the women they keep in their harems. I have the plans of buying one or two to fill in the empty spot on my bed. I walked out of the study and walked up to my daughters room. I stepped into my daughter's room and found her already cleaned up, she was taking a morning nap. I brushed her chubby cheeks with my knuckles, one person I could lay my life down for was my daughter. My beautiful little princess, she reminds me so much of her mother.

A soft, confident knock sounded on the door. “Alpha,” Natalia’s sultry voice called from the other side. “I know you’re in there, let me in. We need to talk.” Damien should have told her to fuck off. Instead, he unlocked the door. Natalia stepped inside wearing a tight crimson dress that left almost nothing to the imagination. The moment the door closed behind her, she smiled like a predator who had smelled blood. “You look like a man on the edge,” she purred, slowly walking toward him. “That little human ran off with your son again, didn’t she? Left you hard, angry and aching.”

Then she looked at me, her expression calm in a way that felt completely wrong. “I trust your father’s decision,” she said. I laughed—a short, broken sound that surprised even me. “Of course you do,” I said. “Of course.” Jamal stepped forward. “I love your daughter,” he said quietly. “I’ve been good to her. I plan to take care of her and our child. If there’s something you’re afraid of, we can talk about it.” My father shook his head slowly, refusing to look at him. “No,” he said hoarsely. “You cannot marry him.”

I chided. My Dad turned and gazed in my eyes, and my love for him jumped out and smacked him in the face. gud, if I weren’t his daughter, he’d fall head over heels in love with me in two seconds flat! The impact of that thought hit him like a runaway freight train! Not only was I pretty, despite his fatherly prejudice, but I was a warm and wonderful woman, too. In deference to me being his daughter, he kissed me lightly on the forehead. I felt so good in his arms, and tasted even better! He’d better be careful, or I’d arouse the lust that plagued him every night. Except that I was his daughter, and a father wasn’t supposed to feel lust like that.

Every time his hips slammed against my ass, the door behind me creaked. “My father is… ahhh… fuck… Jax…” I moaned softly, my fingers clawing at the wooden panels of the door, trying to find balance. “Someone… someone might come out. Stop…” “Let them come,” Jax rasped. He grabbed my hair gently, pulling my head back so I had to look at him, then plunged inside me even harder. “Let your father walk out and see exactly what his precious daughter does while he talks about his business deals.”

“I denied having my wolf.” Aliana grew silent, her eyelids lowered, covering up the depth of emotions rising in between her dark eyes. “Do you.. hate your dad?” she asked softly, combing down her daughter hair. Ana didn’t answer for a long time, once again remembering the scene from downstairs a while ago. She fidgeted, looking at her mother who also stared back at her. “If he is so capable of that warmth, that warm smile, that gentle and joyous affection..” Ana eyelashes moved down, suppressed tears coming out, her lips trembling.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."