Father Yohan Big Mouth Novels & Stories

I would've screamed if his hand hadn't clamped over my mouth again. The stretch was immediate and intense and bordered on too much—he was so much bigger than the college boys I'd fucked, thick enough that my body struggled to accommodate him. "Fuck," Marcus groaned, his hips flush against my ass. "Tightest pussy I've felt in years. You feel that, little girl? Feel how deep Daddy is?" I couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. Could only stare at our reflection in the mirror—him fully clothed, me bent over and completely exposed, his cock buried inside me to the hilt.

Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high. Soren Gregory—the perfect fucking hockey god. Oh man, he was hot. You wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t performative of me saying this shit, but Soren was fucking gorgeous. Like most hockey players, Soren was six-four in height, black wavy hair always pulled into a bun, and when he let it all down… let’s leave that to your imagination. Pierced the top of his ears—not the tip. His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behi

I watch his dick almost bursting from his short pants. He takes them off in front of me, and they bounce out so dominantly. “Your lips, baby girl. I want you to suck it properly.” He doesn’t need to tell me; I’ve longed so much for his huge cock on my lips and deep inside my mouth. He walks into the bed and kneels beside my face, where my mouth is already open wide, ready to have his cock. He glides his cock into my mouth, and I first choke on it as it hits the back of my throat. God, so fucking big, and I love the pain and tightness in my throat.

He chip in looking at his son with affection and pity but Miguel seems to hate that. “Don’t look at me that way, it makes me feel miserable,” He snaps as he balled his fist slowly. “You don’t need to worry about a thing, I won’t let my illness affect my business,” He added as his ear turns pure red and his eyelashes bat repeatedly to prevent him from dropping tears. “You’re not ill, son-“ Miguel chuckle with a glare cutting his father off “Not ill? Then what’s it? Dad, I can’t be a father! I’m impotent and you say it’s not illness? You don’t understand anything,” He muttered on a low tone but he was angry.

“Big Faiz! Fuck me! Get in there, daddy!” “Aye,” he hissed and wrapped a hand around my mouth. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth or everyone’s going to hear you. You want them to hear you getting used like a slut, huh?” He slowed down his thrusting but didn’t fully stop. I nodded furiously. I did! I wanted everyone to know that Big Faiz, my daddy, was in here wrecking my ass. “I knew you were a freak this whole time,” he said.