Novel & Cerita Father I Crave Cheddar

I ignored her and placed a hand on Adam's shoulder, I gently massaged it. “Baby, please can you make them understand me?" I said, leaning down to look at Adam with pleading eyes. "You know I love you right? I really do,but they're a lot of things I miss doing with my father, and eating my favorite dish with him happens to be one of them,” Adam swallowed hard, trying to maintain his new role. "It's fine, I understand. I can't get you your dad now, but would a private chef make you happy?” he asked.

My father gets up from his seat and walks over to me, then he places a meaty hand on my shoulder and peers down at me. “I know for a fact your mother would be extremely proud of you, Creed. You’re rising up as Alpha and gaining everyone’s respect through your choices, not through bloody infamy like I did,” he says, squeezing my shoulder. “You’re doing well, don’t forget that.” I nod my head and swallow around the emotion clogging up my throat. “Thank you, that means the world to me,” I say, shaking my head. “But I still get the feeling you’re hiding something from me regarding Cherie.”

“If you’re trying to pretend you don’t like it, maybe stop moaning after the first bite.” I glared. “I’m just hungry. After being dragged on a preschool tour by my son’s father, who manipulates children with expensive bread.” Ash looked up at him. “Papi, can we take some home for Daddy too?” Zane raised a brow. “Sure. Does he like bread?” “Daddy likes everything. But he loves Mami the most.” Zane lifted his glass, swirling the clear liquid as if it were stock prices instead of brunch and a kid who just dropped half a peach onto his lap.

CATERINA There's meatloaf in the oven and mashed potatoes being kept warm on the stove. I even bought Dad’s favorite ice cream on the way home. It's pretty lame, except it's all I have. It’s the only weapon at my disposal to bring my father around for an actual conversation with him about Mom. The promise of a good meal, something it seems like he misses out on when I’m not around. He's been a stranger the past few days, coming home late and leaving the house early.

"What the heck are you doing!" I let out a shriek and lunged, knocking the pâté straight into the trash. With eyes red and raw, I demanded, "Have you been dreaming about my dad again? "How many times have I told you not to listen to him?" Chester looked like he was struck by lightning, then his face crumpled into a mix of confusion and fear. "Babe, don't freak out! I didn't dream about your dad, I just got a sudden craving, that's all.

Ivy suggested. “Oh alright...what your favorite flavor?” He asked his son. “Chocolate...! I looovveee chocolate ice cream!” Leroy replied. “Chocolate flavor is my favorite too.” Ace added. “Dad, does that mean you are a chocoholic like me?” Leroy asked. Ace nodded his head positively. “Cool dad! I also like chips and cookies, can I have all of that?!” Leroy requested. “Sure of course!” Ace answered. His son could have more if he wanted it. Leroy could have anything as long as his father could buy it with money.

Unshakable. "This is fucked up," I hissed. "You're his father. I'm supposed to marry your son in a month." "And yet you let me fuck you for four hours straight without knowing my name." His voice dropped lower. "You begged me not to stop. You dug your nails into my back hard enough to draw blood. Remember?" I did remember. Every second. My breathing got faster. I hated how my body reacted — nipples tightening under the thin t-shirt, heat building low in my stomach. My wolf surged forward, pressing me to lean in, to taste him again.

But Everett Cain, her best friend’s daddy was still home. Lena leaned against the counter, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She had tried to ignore the way her body reacted to him. The way her nipples hardened when he looked at her for just a little too long. The way her pussy throbbed when she caught him working out in the backyard, shirtless, glistening, sweaty. The man was hot, with nice broad shoulders. Deep voice, and quiet dominance that made her breath catch in her throat.

His mouth was on me before I could respond. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up my slit, tasting me. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping his hair as he devoured me. He sucked on my clit, flicked it with his tongue, then pushed two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly against that spot that made me see stars. “Oh God, Daddy… yes,” I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating my pussy filled the kitchen. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

He felt a warm tide of pride shoot through him at her confession, but when he thought of someone else being here before him, the feeling ebbed. He flattened his tongue around her and licked her down, clean and smooth. "Are you saying that Daddy is the first man to eat this sweet, little pussy?" He bit gently on her clit, sucking from the juices they produced. "Yes, daddy." Her voice drifted into moans. He sucked when she needed him to. Licked when she demanded, drowning himself in the pace her body could take. She came again, her fluid drenching his face as waves of pleasure tore through her.