Father Yohan Big Mouth Novels & Stories

It was just awesome. I suckled hard on the cock in my mouth. I nursed with all my might, the salty precum spilling over my tongue. Daddy grunted as he pounded my asshole. The velvety heat swirled through my nethers and mixed with the silky delight in my cunt. "Damn, your daughter's so tight," Jarrod groaned. "Yes, she is!" Daddy grunted, pistoning away at my asshole. "She knows how to suck dick, too!" groaned Hank. "Holy shit, she's got a mouth on her. Just an amazing mouth. I love it!"

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”

This sun so wasn't her friend, it seemed to be striving hard to be a mortal enemy of hers these days. She was, however, relieved when they left the sun for the arrival lounge, even though she knew it was only temporary. "So, what now?" She turned towards Zanéh. Zanéh had unwrapped a new stick of pink gum and she stuffed it in her mouth. Then she stuck her hands in her jacket pockets and pouted in concentration. "Mommy said Daddy was going to be outside waiting for me, but I can't seem to find him," she finally said when her mouth wasn't full anymore.

Her mouth opened slightly in shock. I nodded slowly. “Yes, I hate him. Yes, he wants my suffering. Yes, he will eventually come for my neck. But right now, he is honest about being a devil.” I smiled darkly. I stepped closer and lowered my voice. “My father smiles like a saint while moving like Satan in the shadows.” That was what terrified me most. At least with Freddy, the knife was visible. With my father, poison came inside blessings. Then my phone vibrated, I picked it up.

It always won now. “Please breed me, Daddy,” I cried, voice cracking. “Please use your breeding boy’s sloppy hole. I’ve been empty for too long. I need you to fill me up again. I’ll be so good for you, I’ll do anything. Just please knot me and pump me full until I can’t think.” Aiden finally took mercy. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his massive, leaking cock, and fed it straight into my eager mouth. I sucked him desperately, gagging and drooling as he fucked my throat with deep, controlling thrusts.

But before I can react, he pushes my face back down—and once again, I’m face-to-face with the thick, long monster. He grips his cock, stroking it twice, and then rubs the head against my lips. "Open up," he growls. Reluctantly, I open my mouth, and he guides his big cock inside. It fills my mouth completely, stretching my lips and pressing against my tongue. I try to suck, searching for a rhythm, but it’s so hard… literally hard. Wrapping my hand around the base, I stroke what I can't fit in my mouth, and I hear him groan above me.

His cock pulsed violently. “Shit-” he grunted, barely disguising it as a cough. Hot and thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed frantically, gulping down every drop while he kept talking to my father in a strained voice. Some leaked from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin as I milked him dry, sucking gently through his orgasm. When Dad finally turned and headed back toward the stairs, saying goodnight, Tristan kept his cock in my mouth until the footsteps faded completely. The second we were alone, he yanked me up from the floor, eyes blazing with dark, dangerous lust.

"Unghh... Your mouth feels good, whore. Feels fucking good, whore." I couldn't breathe anymore and yet no matter how many times I gagged on his cock, daddy just kept thrusting his cock into my mouth. Tears filled my eyes and were now rolling down my cheeks as he fucked my mouth with one bit of mercy. I had truly driven my daddy insane. "But you know what feels fucking better? Ugh? You know what feels fucking better than your mouth, ugh?" He suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and I coughed up, trying to breathe in as much as I could at the same time.

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

My son greeted his teacher happily and waved slightly. "Hello, Johiel!" "Hi," I greeted Johiel's teacher. Johiel's teacher knows me because I often visit their school. "Hello, Miss Cosette! I'm glad you could make it," my son's teacher said with a smile, then she looked at Yohan and greeted him too. "Hi, Sir! You must be Johiel’s father?" Yohan smiled and nodded. "Yes. I'm Zion Yohan Warren," Yohan introduced himself. "He's my Daddy, Teacher! And my daddy is a CEO, and he's rich! My Daddy Yohan said he would buy me an ice cream factory, Teacher!" Johiel boasted.