Novel & Cerita Father Daughter Sex Story

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

“Oh God, Father… you are so thick. It feels so wrong but so good. Fuck me. Please.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, gripping the sheets. “Father! Yes… fuck your daughter. Harder. I need it.” His hips snapped forward, pounding into me with deep, relentless strokes. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. “You are mine, Evelyn,” he groaned, one hand reaching around to squeeze my breast. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” “I belong to you, Father,” I moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “I am yours. Fuck me like I am yours. Do not stop.”

- I whisper while Amelia starts to cry. “I am so sorry” - she says while cleaning her eyes with the back of her hands “Hey, it’s not your fault” - I say “It kind of is. If I hadn’t said that about my bedroom we probably wouldn’t have had sex and dad wouldn’t have yet to kill you” - Amelia says and I can’t help but chuckle “He would have found another thing to put. Bullet in me. You can’t stop that Amelia. I will not let your father get in the middle of our happiness

However, with the number of women that were introduced to me, I am fairly certain we can go ahead and kill that dream. I was introduced to every Alpha's available daughter, literally dozens of girls. Some I would even question if they were of age, they all looked terrified. On the other side of the field, some daughters came on to me, even with their fathers right beside us. I would normally be all about this, I love a woman who is crazy in bed, but I had to set an example for my pack.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

“You don’t protect anyone but yourself. You cling to power like it’s the only thing that matters. And look where that’s gotten us! This war, this mess…it’s all your fault!” Her words cut deeper than I thought possible. I took another step forward, reaching out to her. “Pamela, please. You are my daughter. I love you—” “Love me?” she scoffed, stepping back as if my touch was poison. “Don’t lie to me. You don’t love me. You love being queen, even when it’s clear you shouldn’t be…Dad told me everything.” “That’s not true… your dad is a liar, your Dad…” she interrupted just when I wanted to expose his affair.

“Think you can take Daddy’s big cock in this tight little cunt? It’s going to stretch you wide open.” She nods, twisting her own nipples as her pussy visibly clenches. “Please, Daddy. I need it. Fuck me.” I line up and push forward. She’s incredibly tight, creating immediate resistance. I pull back and make short, teasing thrusts until her walls start to relax. Her fingers rub her clit frantically, coating me with more of her juices. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of my cock disappearing inside my wife’s daughter. I was fucking her flesh and blood, and I’d never been more turned on. Instead of guilt, raw possessiveness surged through me. I thrust forward hard, burying myself to the

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif