Novel & Cerita Just Fling With My Billionaire Daddy

You can imagine how I craned my head whenever I wanted to look at him in my five-four. All Tabloid in the whole of America features him as the most handsome in the state. All gossip blogs feature how many women crush on him…yeah, my daddy is that swoon-worthy. He’s hot. Sexy as fuck. And to cap it all, my daddy came first in Forbes list of the richest men in America. That’s my daddy. Powerful, handsome, filthy-rich. And as I read all these about my daddy. As I heard how women moaned whenever he's brutally fucking them, I wish it was me. I wanted to witness first hand who my daddy is.

I said, mindlessly dumping my briefcase on the floor, and loosening my tie as I walked up her, my arousal at the highest level. “Daddy?” She giggled, as I placed her on the dresser and grabbed her thigh, bringing my boner closer to the sensual nook of her femnity. “You are so fucking slutty,” I growled out. “And I love it so damn much. Do you know the first thing that came to my mind when I got your picture? I asked, our lips inches apart from meeting. “How bad you wanted to fuck me. Am I right, daddy?” Talia asked, and I chuckled, stroking her bottom lip with my thumb as I brushed her sheathed pussy with my cock, which made her moan.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

“Yes, Daddy, oh my God! Just like that, fuck. That spot!” I decided to catch her off guard when she cried out, and her hips jerked upwards. “Oh yes, Daddy!” She exclaimed, arching beneath me. “Fuck yes, Daddy!” I loved hearing her call my name like that, and the word 'Daddy' made me feel warm and fuzzy. “Good girl…” I whispered, and in a second, I slid out of her. “What are you….” “Shhhh…” I mumbled, and before she could decipher what was happening, I flipped her over until she had her back to me.

Clyde uttered with an apologetic smile on his flawless face. Hearing what he had said, Amelia sighed in total relief. 'My baby, your daddy didn't deny you. He has accepted you...us.' she thought within and rubbed her stomach. The moment she looked up, Clyde was already standing in front of her. He held out her hands and placed an envelope on it before going back to his desk. “What is the meaning of this, Mister?” Amelia rudely asked, right after she looked inside the envelope and discovered it was a bundle of cash.

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.

To which I don't even bother with, previously Adriana, now Kamaria handle all my sugar daddy arrangements. Now, onto choosing the proper fuck me heels. Shopping lasted for another hour, then I went straight home to freshen up and change to the perfect dress to go out clubbing with my campus jock. Tomorrow Kamaria had me set with a middle-aged finance guy, he's a millionaire and a billionaire in the making. I just shrugged thinking I won't probably last long enough until he becomes a billionaire, or maybe he's that good and I will see him move up the ladder to join the billionaire circle. Though I wouldn't know what to do with that much money, I don't even know why people would want that kind

It sort of happened. Just a few weeks ago. An elder lady dropped a baby off at his door step. Insisted this baby was his. That the mother had passed away giving birth to the child. After having the baby tested it turned out that the baby was his indeed. A little boy. Off spring from a heated one night stand. Now he was facing the life of being a single father. He got on his slippers. Then waddled out half asleep to the nursery where he had tried to get his son to sleep for the night.

Dad started to cry and fell down on his knees. "I am your father, my daughter. You don't want your father to die. I know you love me so much." dad pleaded, and tears started to fell from my eyes because that's true. I love my dad so much that I can do anything for him. My mom died after giving birth to me, and since then, my father is the one who raised me alone but still, what he is asking from me is not right. He wants me to please the famous billionaire businessman, namely, Easton Lemiere, with my body. He is known as the most arrogant and influential person who can ruin anyone's life with a snap of his fingers. "Dad, I will help." I said after placing a heavy brick on my heart," but East