Glenn Close Dungeons And Daddies Novels & Stories

"I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you." Big Daddy: Don't just touch yourself. I want you to use that glass dildo. The big one. I want to see you stretch. I reached for the heavy, clear glass toy on my nightstand. It was thick, cold, and imposing. I brought it to my lips first, licking the head of the toy with a slow, deliberate swipe of my tongue, imagining it was a real cock. I looked into the lens, my breathing becoming shallow.

I watched with hungry eyes as Daddy pulled me later into a tight, romantic hug, beads of water still clinging to his tanned skin. My pussy clenched at the sight of him, needing pooling low in my belly. He was yet to take me on round three. He wanted to give me some time to relax. He's so gorgeous, his body toned and muscular from daily gyming. He has one in the pack estate and takes a street run every morning from when I knew him as a little girl.

His presence filled the room so completely it almost stole the air from my lungs. “Hello?” That voice again. Deep. Calm. Dangerous. My attention dropped to the painting in my hands. “Hello… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch your things.” His jacket came off slowly, leaving only the fitted black shirt underneath. Big mistake looking. The fabric hugged his chest perfectly. His waist. His arms. God. “It’s fine, my daughter.” My daughter. That word did something awful to me. Something I didn’t wanna think about too hard.

he ordered. I lay back on the crisp white sheets, my body trembling with anticipation and nerves. Damien undressed unhurriedly, revealing a powerful, mature body—broad chest dusted with dark hair, defined abs, and a thick, heavy cock that made my mouth go dry. He was significantly bigger than Ethan. The sight of it sent another wave of guilty arousal through me.

Glen was a good man, and his uncle was really cool too, since he lived on Astoria he had never felt so happy and he loved his life here, of course he missed his parents but he tried not to think too much about them. When he turned 18, his uncle by chance enrolled him in the Academy of Catara where he met Glen again and since then they had kept a good relationship. Glen knew that he wanted to avenge the deaths of his parents and that he wouldn’t hesitate to fight and kill demons for that. He had already shared with him all the knowledge he had about demons and he had also managed to unmask 3 spies sent by the demon god to kill those who could be strong enough to be the reincarnation of the go

“Daddy… I’m close. Your cock feels so good. Don’t stop… please make me come.” He thrust harder, faster, his cock pounding into me while his fingers rubbed my clit in quick circles. “Come for me, little dove,” he growled. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Let this tight pussy squeeze me while you fall apart. That’s my good girl. Come for me.”

“Yes, yes, fuck me harder. Fill me. I want all of it.” Adrian’s groan broke as his release built. “I am close. Get ready.” Sienna opened her mouth wider, tongue out, moaning like a whore begging for it. “Cum for me, Adrian. I want to taste you.” That was enough. With a guttural growl, Adrian spilled across her lips and tongue. She swallowed greedily, moaning as his cock pulsed against her. At the same time, Darius slammed into her harder, gripping her thighs as his climax hit. He shouted her name and spilled inside her, his cock jerking with each spasm.

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

Astrid questioned with a glare. “Let go of my hand, you whore!" Selene screamed. “Whore?” Astrid raised an eyebrow, letting go of Selene's hand. “Leave.” She ordered. Selene sashayed out of her sight. “I know you're in there, Darius. Come on out.” Astrid crossed her arms. The door opened and Darius got out and locked it. “How's your stomach?” He asked, smiling as he twisted the glass of alcohol in his hand.

Orders barked. I didn’t let go of him. Not until they dragged me off him. I screamed. Fought. But they were stronger. Colder. And I could still hear Mark shouting my name as they shoved me into a hallway that smelled like metal and death. They marched us through winding corridors. Dim lights. Concrete floors. Cameras on every wall. I had no idea where we were. Some underground fortress. A dungeon, maybe. One of a million places Vincent DeLuca could hide bodies where no one would ever find them.