Father I Crave Cheddar Novels & Stories

“Maybe that’s exactly what I need, Daddy. A big and firm hand giving me what I deserve. Spanking my bare ass until I learn my lesson.” “Maybe, but I’m not going to do that to you right now. I won’t let you use me to get rid of the pain you’re feeling right now. I will, however, pull your cute panties off and bury my face between your thighs. Daddy’s craving his little girl’s pussy on his tongue.” See what I mean? When it comes to Celeste, I’m not myself. I turn into something else. A beast that craves the little girl he watched grow up.

“Who’s your, Daddy?” Keatton stopped sucking his left nipples as he spoke. “Damon. Damon Karsyn is my Daddy,” “Does Daddy taste good? How were my nipples taste like?” “Your chocolate nipples taste like heaven. It brings me a new sensation and horniness that I haven’t felt for a long time. You taste good, Daddy,” Keatton said, looking narrow at the man in front of him.

I rolled my eyes and took a sip. “Yes, my roots are Italian. My dad's father spent some time in the UK and acquired a taste for tea. This was before he took a claimed mate, and chose a breeder to conceive my dad. His father was disappointed he was a Delta 3. He was even more disappointed when he found out my dad was submissive. My dad loved his father, even though he didn't love him. He tried everything to get his attention, and one of those was to join in his love of tea.

Chapter 36 I SMELL LOVE AUDREY POV “I cannot predict who he is, you cannot do it too father but we both know that he’s a man of his words and that’s why I choose to do this business with him.” My father looked up from his ice cream to my face, immediately he calmed down and accosted me to eat something. I made my maids serve him ice cream and crispy chocolate chicken.” That’s his favourite, he always called me sweet mouth but he taught me.

If he was going to ignore me, I’d ignore him right back. “Don’t use that close to the gas,” he said without looking up. “I don’t want you getting hurt.” I paused, surprised he’d spoken. Then I noticed I was indeed sitting right next to the stove. “Fine,” I muttered, setting the phone aside on the counter behind me. I leaned over to peek into the pot, curiosity overriding my sulking. “What are you making? It smells amazing.” “Cacio e p**e.” His voice was calm, measured. “Your favorite, according to my father.”

Liam asked with curiosity. "Yeah, stepdad," Conan chipped in. "No dear. It was actually a slip of the tongue. I meant your good friend," I cut in. Conan sighed and tried to speak, but I gave him a warning glare, and he swallowed back his words. "This is what I bought for you, Liam, one of your favourite meals," I said, bringing out the food flask on the nylon and opening the cover. "But I'm already eating the cheese my stepdad bought for me. I don't want food anymore," he responded.

“I’m asking you- why did no one tell me?” She swallowed visibly. Her eyes quivered with fear as she saw her brother fuming in rage and his eyes were bloodshot red like blood had entered them. Before she could answer, the door opened again. Vincent Salvatore stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. “Your mother wanted to surprise you,” his father said evenly, as though that explained everything. Dante rounded on him. The death glare he leveled at his father could have cracked stone. “How is he?” Dante demanded, jerking his chin toward the bed. He needed to know about his grandfather first.

she started, as she dipped the crackers in a smaller bowl of guacamole. “Curious about?” “I’m coming,” she mumbled between bites. Her throat gulped as she swallowed. “I’m curious as to why you agreed to this date. I was expecting the ritual of your loyalty to that dog.” Her face morphed into a snort as she spoke. Watching her face squeezed in such displeasure was hilarious to watch. I simply shrugged, “it was time for new things. Moroever your father-“ my words paused halfway as my phone rang out.

“My mother just liked the name.” My mother was actually Hispanic but I didn’t feel like I had to indulge in my life history. I am drunk but not loose mouthed. “Oh,” she rolls her tongue in her mouth. I curse lowly, averting my gaze immediately my thoughts start going haywire. I should get off my ass and get out of here.

I growled She wrapped her arm in mine and smiled at me "Sure you are sugar" "Remove your fucking arm before i break it. I am with someone. I am only here to meet my father. Now fuck off" I growled The woman took a step back looking shocked just as my father came in. "Chad I hope you are not been rude to my sweet Candy" "I would rather she kept her dirty hands to herself" "Excuse my son mu darling. Dont worry I will make it up to you later"