Father I Crave Cheddar Novels & Stories

"Love you, Daddy. I miss you." I walk into the bathroom and take a hot shower. The scent of my strawberry shampoo and coconut fusion body wash make my stomach grumble. I had eaten most of the steak yesterday, and it was delicious but I didn't eat anything later to soak up the alcohol. That cheesecake had looked so yummy, but as soon as I saw it then looked at Crayvin, I don't know what came over me.

a moan escaped my mouth as I was lost in the moment. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Daddy groaned. “Now come to me.” He ordered, and I did. I crawled, and he seemed satisfied with it as he nodded his head when I reached him. He lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and then asked me to take his cock into my mouth. “Daddy wants to fuck that pretty mouth.” “Yes, Daddy." I didn't hesitate; I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first, tasting a salty liquid which, instead of disgust, made me wetter.

Who was I to think anyone in this house—anyone at all—would reject the Alpha King? Dad didn’t answer with words. Instead, he handed me a heavy cream card embossed with the gold Trifang symbol. At the bottom, the official Alpha acceptance stamp was pressed into the paper, staring back at me like an inescapable sentence. “Honey, we can’t say no to a man like him,” Dad said, his voice firm. “It would be an insult to the entire pack.” My knees weakened, and I sank onto the arm of the sofa, nausea twisting in my stomach. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to steady the panic rising in my chest.

He was chewing and I watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. "I doubt Elona will do it soon. She is a f^cking saint," I turned my head to her because now she is discussing me. "Cris, this is about you and your father, not about me," I chuckled, and I could feel the heat creep up my cheeks and they must be red now. Now here is the thing with Mr Crane and Cris. They talk the way that they want to and I am still respectful to my father. But I loved their kind of relationship too, not that my relationship with dad was any different.

◇KRISH POV◇ I'm Krish Chowdary son of great politician and business tycoon the only thing I hate is to be called as his son I hate him the most but what I can do people always recognize me by his identity neither he treats me as son nor me treats him as dad we live in a same home as strangers I don't know what's his problem I never tried to know too because all I knew is he is so called father to me for the sake of this world

“We shouldn’t even be doing any of this. I’m your father.” But Candace doesn’t hear his last words. She is too busy sucking hard on his big, thick member. She has promised only one suck, so she makes it a long and slow one. Taking her father’s entire length into her throat, she sucks all the way down it. Then she stretches her little tongue out to tickle his balls before withdrawing even slower. Caleb has received a many blow jobs before this one, but never any like this. “Fuck, where did you learn that?”

I said, hugging her as I walked in. She saw right through my smile. Her name is Edna, and she is in her early fifties. I never knew my father, he died when I was just a baby. My mother has always been there for me. We have a strong bond, and for most of my life, I told her everything. When I was younger, I made a promise to always be honest with her because she had given up so much for me.

“I need it. Please, Theo.” He thrust into me in one hard push. I moaned loud as he stretched me completely. The feeling was intense among the broken barrels and spilled wine. Theo started moving fast and rough. Each thrust pushed me against the wall. “That’s it. Take every inch. You’re nothing but my dirty secret.” The rhythm built quickly. His hips slammed into mine. Pleasure mixed with shame as he went deeper. “Say you’re better than my father,” he demanded, one hand around my throat just tight enough to control me. “Say it while I fuck you.”

“Give me a little time. A minute with my dad.” “Sure. I’ll tell Dad,” she nodded and walked toward the door where Uncle Dannie stood. I bent forward to whisper in my father’s ear. “Dad, when you asked me what I like to eat? I was really craving chicken pasta.” I smiled in between cries. “I’ve been craving it for days. And dad... I’m pregnant. You’re having another grandchild. Katie’s gonna be a big sister.”

“Father, I'm in the middle of something, I can't really–” “Look.” His voice broke as if he was panicking which was something I had rarely ever felt from my dad. “ I need you to come home right now and distract Jenna or call her that you need her help getting groceries or something. I don't fucking care but you have to help me.” What could even have him so worked up like this? “Father–” “I'm going to do this one time and never again. Please, boy. I– there's a woman home with me.”