Novel & Cerita Father I Crave Cheddar

During the Luna choosing ceremony, Veyra's boyfriend ditches her, breaks their promise and chooses her best friend as his Luna and mate. In an attempt to get back at him, she hatches a plan; seduce his father. What starts as a dirty game of lust turns into love. Is there a chance for this forbidden relationship to bloom to something beautiful?

My eyes teared up and I couldn’t help but cry out as I reached my climax. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” He jerked in my mouth. It was warm and tasted like pure pleasure as I swallowed. I licked all the way down to his base as his groans filled the room. I just fucking came from sucking my father’s best friend’s dick, and it was the best fucking thing ever.

I shouted angrily as I stood up, feeling frustrated. "I need to see Fiona. Create a meeting. I don't care if I have to see my brother. I need to see Fiona. I have a child and she'll be due anytime. She needs the father of that child. You do know that the child will not be strong without me. I need to bond with my own heir," I said to them as the priest scoffed.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Damon’s father groaned, dropping to his knees behind the box. “It wouldn’t be bad to know how my in-law tasted right.” He giggled shamelessly as his warm tongue dragged slowly from my clit all the way up, scooping thick globs of cum my father had left inside me. I bit my lip hard, but a broken moan still escaped. “Damn, taste that,” he murmured against my pussy, voice muffled but hungry. “Such a sweet, creamy little cunt. I can’t have enough of this.” My father laughed. “Eat it up, it’s just us getting to know each other better. Hahaha”, he laughed loudly.

"I've been working nonstop for weeks, I'm allowed to have limitations." "limitations get people killed," Marcus shot back, stepping closer, and I could smell coffee and something sharper underneath, like he hadn't slept either. "Your father had limitations and look where that got him." The room went silent, even Damon freezing at the cruelty of bringing up my father's death. I stared at Marcus, searching for any trace of the man who'd held me gently, who'd kissed me like I mattered, but found only this harsh stranger determined to break me. "Fuck you," I said quietly, setting down my tools. "I'm done for today."

Dad ask "No dad. He waited for some time but couldn't wait any longer due to pending work at the office." "Okay sweetheart. Have you had something to eat yet?" "Yes mom, ate at Michael's place" "Alright. As for me I am hungry, craving something delicious but don't know what" We all laughed at her words. "You always crave something delicious, honey," Dad said, still laughing. Yes he is right, mom always craves something delicious. "Now it is pretty obvious who I took after for my love of good food." I said cheekily, smiling to myself. "Did you say something?" Patricia ask

They exchanged amused looks before Father greets. “Good morning, Sweetheart,” my father beams, standing up and kissing my forehead. I just stare at him and his lips lift up into a smile. That breathtaking smile melts the hardest of hearts and he knows it. His hair and eyebrows may be all greyed out, but Nick Davi is still one of the oldest handsome men in the mafia world. “Still mad at your old man?”he asks, amused. I roll my eyes and pick an apple I will have for breakfast.

“From the moment I saw him, I knew he was my daddy. I can scent him. Daddy smells like white sandalwood.” At the same time, the timer of the air fryer buzzed, I switched it off and joked. “Really. Then what about me? Do I also have a special scent?” As Eddie loved tomato ketchup, I poured it on the plate with the nuggets. He dipped his little finger in it and then put it in his mouth to taste the sweetness. “Yes, mommy. You smell like flowers.” Then he sniffed me closely, confirming his doubts. “It’s lavender, soft, and elegant.”

Then, the next plate was for him. I sat down with my apple pie and took a small slice. “Babe, I’m waiting.” “It’s ridiculous.” “You mean, you’re shy to admit you crave apple pie?” “That’s not true, Dad.” The way he replied made me smile. “Then what is it, Winston?” I stared at him until he felt uncomfortable. For an overconfident, successful billionaire, he almost squirmed. “Oh, my God. Seriously?” I wanted to laugh if not for his father sitting next to us. “Your ego, Winston.”