Father I Crave Cheddar Novels & Stories

Marcus De Guzman, waiting at the altar. He looks perfect. Too perfect. Tall, broad shouldered, his black suit tailored to perfection. His hair slicked back, his sharp jawline as flawless as his reputation. He is the man everyone calls the golden son of the De Guzman family. The heir. The polished gentleman. To everyone else, he’s a dream. To me, he’s a stranger. When I finally reach him, he offers me his arm, his smile polite, practiced. His eyes are calm, cold, giving nothing away.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, walking forward with a sheepish grin. “Stepmother. Don’t get all shy now. We both know my father can’t stay away from you for more than ten minutes at a time, and yet here you are, somehow still married to my idiot of a brother.” “Augustine, stop.” He raised his hands innocently. “Look, I’m not trying to stir the pot. Honestly, I’d prefer it if you ended up with my father. So, I’m just gonna keep saying it until it becomes reality. Manifestation is the new genie, haven’t you heard?”

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

His voice was low, breathy, almost a growl. "I want you, Daddy.”

“My father-in-law is fucking me. His thick white cock is stretching my married pussy.” Richard gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her, the wet sounds loud and filthy. “That’s right. Say it again.” “My husband’s father is breeding me,” she moaned, eyes locked on the phone. “I belong to Daddy now.” He flipped her onto her back and fucked her hard while the camera kept rolling, capturing the way her pussy stretched around his cock and the creamy mess he left inside her when he came. He made sure to film the thick white cum leaking out of her as he pulled out.

He broke off with a ragged breath. I looked up at him. Green eyes meeting grey. I didn't stop. I had waited three years for this. Three years of fantasizing, of telling myself I was sick for wanting my stepfather. But here he was now, hard in my mouth, and he wasn't pushing me away. "Bloody hell," he breathed and his grip in my hair tightened while i swallowed him whole in my mouth. His hips moved forward, just slightly, and I moaned my approval. "Finn." My name was a warning, more like a plea but I didn't care. He pulled me off. I gasped, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the tip of him. His chest was heaving and his eyes were darker now.

“Fuuuuck-Daddy!” He fucked her hard and fast from behind, hips slapping loudly against her ass. Each thrust made her pregnant belly swing, her leaking tits dripping milk onto the mattress. “That’s it,” he growled, gripping her hips. “Take Daddy’s cock like the breeding slut you are. This pussy was made to be filled.” “More Daddy!” Raven sobbed, pushing back against him desperately. “Breed me deeper! Please-pump it all inside me!”

Over my ribs. Then licked his way down like a man starved. “You are my favorite flavor,” he whispered, voice raw. “And Daddy’s still hungry.”

Her lips press into a thin line. “That girl is a gold digger,” she continues. “I would never allow her to stay close to any of my sons. Over my dead body!” I almost laughed. “Mamá….Well,” I say casually, “women are supposed to dig gold.” Her brows snap together. “She needs leverage to stay in a relationship, doesn’t she?” “What?” Now she’s actually shocked. “You’re seriously supporting her?” I shrug slightly. “She wants Caius’s house,” she continues, a laugh slipping out now. “Greedy girl.”

I watched my father’s expression switch from the warm one he use with the officer, to the scary on he used in staring at me right now. He sat down slowly, his shoulder shifting like an animal as he stared at me. “Sofia… one job-” I gulped. His voice held this deep tine that sent chills up my spine. How did his tone go from fatherly to pyschotic. “I gave you just one job. Get to Patrick Vanners, seduce him and get evidence against him.” I gritted my teeth as I forced myself to hold his stern cold gaze. “I did as you asked. But-”