Father Yohan Big Mouth Novels & Stories

Gritting his teeth with anger, he slams his other hand onto the tiled wall. At the same time, he gives a slap on her buttcheek. “Ah!” Cassie laughs again, her voice filled with wicked joy. “You are!” She increases the rhythm of her hips, slamming down on him harder. “You are, daddy!” “Fuck!” Mathias shouts under the shower head, his hand abruptly leaves his rock-hard dick. He punches the wall with both hands with rage. Hanging his head, he pants while the hot water obscures his vision. He grunts again as frustration simmers inside him. His miserable cock waits for relief in agony with its head reddened. However, his self loath prevents Mathias from pleasuring himself.

What happened to her? Clenching my fists, I realized it didn't matter what I said anymore. No matter what, this family would never believe me. The room fell into a heavy silence. After what felt like an eternity, Hanley finally picked up the paternity test results from the table, glancing at them briefly. He tossed them at me. "It's all right here, in black and white. Christopher and my dad have no blood relation. If he was my son, why wouldn't he be related to my dad? What else do you have to say? Do you think the hospital faked this?"

The whispers spread instantly, prickling along my skin like static. Jenny broke the kiss first. Her eyes locked onto mine, triumph glittering in them. She tilted her head and gave me a mocking pout, like she pitied me. Then her mouth curved into a blade of a smile. “Did you really think you could ever replace my mother? Poor Amelia. You’re such a little voyeur, standing there gawking. Maybe stick around, you might learn something to keep Father from getting bored of you. Adam says you’re vanilla anyway.”

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.

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.