Father I Crave Cheddar Novels & Stories

Sophia shuddered, her frame quivering with raw hunger as he kept kissing and nuzzling her inner thighs, inching nearer and nearer to her pussy. She could sense the slick heat pooling between her legs intensifying, her entire being throbbing for his caress. “Please,” she pleaded, her voice scarcely more than a breath. “Please, Daddy.” Julian lifted his gaze to hers, a devilish smirk curling his mouth. “Please what, little one?” he murmured, his tone deliberately taunting.

He took one slow step forward, water dripped from his hair onto the marble. My mouth watered again and I realized, with horrifying clarity... I wasn’t just craving food, I was craving HIM! And the pup? The pup was screaming for its father. Right here. Right now.

He shrugs. “I have money in this world. I just don’t use it. Never saw the need.” I watch him carefully count the bills before paying the man, and I smile softly. Derrick isn’t fond of the spicy chocolate apple, but Cedric, for some reason, shares his son’s peculiar taste. He wants to go back for a second one, but I refuse. There’s a lot to eat here, and if Cedric gets a second apple, Finn will want one as well.

I questioned, tears stinging my eyes at the pain he had endured. “My father. Ciriaco D’Amore was a tyrant and all-around piece of shit. At least behind closed doors. To the pack, he was their perfect Alpha. He protected them and led them with kindness and compassion. Two things he never had for me.” Alec answered, his voice heavy with pain at the memories.

Roslyn's heart sank, fearing the consequences of her past actions. "Alexander, please," she whispered. Alexander's gaze never left Leonardo. "You're pushing your luck," he warned. Leonardo's smile never wavered. "I'm just stating facts." Leonardo's smile turned sinister. "And Zane called me 'Papa' first, not you, Alexander." Alexander's face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're crossing a line, Leonardo." Leonardo chuckled, his voice dripping with malice. "Zane already considers me his father. He's bonded with me."

"I am. Always. I'm hungry for you. I crave you all the time." "I crave you, too, Daddy." "Tell Daddy what you want him to do. I want to hear you use your words."

I devoured it and chewed fast. I was so hungry and felt tears slip down my cheeks as I ate. I didn’t even know I was crying.I heard the door creak open and froze. My father stepped in, he was in plain clothes, a loose shirt and old trousers. His hair was messy, and his face looked tired. He looked at me and his eyes turned hard. “What are you doing here?” he said, voice cold and sharp. “I just…” I stammered, dropping the bread. “I was hungry so I came to see you, Father.”

“So boyfriend?” I shrugged. “More like Lover. A very talented lover.” “Damn, you're trying to make me regret talking about this aren't you?” “No, boyfriend just doesn't describe him,” It sounded like an insult. Boyfriend did not capture the entire essence of Gavriel himself. He was manly, domineering, like some sturdy mountain man. Calling him boyfriend was pretty insulting. “Wow, I guess that explains you calling him Daddy,” Chad shot me a pointed look. “I'm guessing your father doesn't know?”

She paused, then asked, “Are you hungry?” “Hmm… I’m hungry for you.” Veronica rolled her eyes again, but deep down, his words sent a delicious shiver down her spine. “Act right, Mr. Cross.” She folded her arms, trying to regain composure. “Plus, I never knew you had a father, like I never knew he was alive or something.”

I stared up at him through stinging eyes, desperate to make an impression. “Fuck,” Kael murmured, quiet enough so Dad could not hear. “Good girl.” “What do you think?” Dad said. I sat on my knees, Kael’s cock buried down my throat. He tilted his head back, eyes rolling, and grasped my breast in his large rough hand. “That is great,” he murmured, his cum shooting down my throat. “That is fucking great.” “Good. We can talk more about it tomorrow.” Dad paused. “You sound busy.”