Lifetime Movie Double Daddy Novels & Stories

I woke up really early the next day. I was in a good mood, wearing my hiking clothes and gear. I still can't get what happened between Jaxon and me last night out of my head. He was intense and kind of rough, but I really liked him. I can still feel his kisses, his arms around me, and the way he f*cks me was so good. Of course, my daddy Arthur also has a different way of showing affection, different styles, but I like both of their ways. But I shouldn't be thinking about him right now and should focus on the new daddy I just met. That's why I'm excited, I got enough sleep, that's why I'm full of energy.

*—voice cracking. When the cube was gone, he tugged the chain *sharp*. Toni screamed, pussy clenching around nothing. Big Daddy’s eyes flashed red for half a second—just a glitch, Layla thought. Then a tinny voice leaked from his throat, not his: “Feed’s live, boys. VIP tier just paid triple—make her squirt on camera.”

Rake said as he gently wet the tears that rolled out of Ava's eyes. Sometime later, Big D stepped on the brake, then turned around to them and with a bright smile on his face. "Well, we have arrived." He said. Ava stared out the window and gazed at the chopper not far away from them, and somehow she knew that her life was never going back to the way it used to be.

I grew more confident with the response, seeing the satisfied look in his face. "Thank you for trying to make me a good girl. I... I am really thankful, daddy..." I thanked him and the gladness in my eyes and my heart swelled as he got in between my legs. My hazy sight looked around the room for Luxuria and found him seated on the sofa, watching us with his hand cock fisted. He was lazily jacking his cock off watching his brother about to fuck me. I guessed he was letting Grayson go first tonight. The thought of having both of them at the same time crossed my mind again but that fat cock head at my pussy sent every thought out of my head but then another thought pushed in stubbornly.

The crude, filthy words sent an instant spike of heat straight to my core, burning away any last shred of modesty I had left. “Yes..." I sobbed, arching my chest up to meet his, my head tossing back into the cool grass. My thighs tightened around his waist, greedily pulling him deeper, demanding every ruthless inch of him. "Harder, Daddy—fuck me harder!” A dark, primal laugh rumbled in his chest at my desperate plea. He released my wrists, his heavy hands sliding down to grip my hips with punishing force, lifting me slightly off the ground just to sink into me even deeper.

My n*****s shot out through the thin material like a mini pacifier stuck up. My insides were on fire, I fought every urge to go down on my fingers. Briskly walking down the stairs, eyes on the next flight of stairs across the sitting room that led to Hot daddy's room, but abruptly stopping because there he was. Sitting cross-legged on a sofa, a glass of red colored liquid in one hand, and the television remote controller in the other. Eyes fixed on the maxi screen of the television with one of those colorful Christmas ads playing. I bit my lower lip hard to make sure it wasn't another dream.

That sent ripples coursing through the whole courtroom. The reporters' cameras kept flashing. Yvonne shot up from her seat, her expression dark. "What are you doing, Ms. Leidermann?" Rachel did not even give her a moment of her time. She came over to me and knelt on one knee. Carefully, she unraveled the ropes around my hand. With a voice softer than clouds, she said, "I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner." Weakly, I raised my head and met her eyes. There was worry etched within them. In my previous life, she was the one who marched right into the prison to save me, and yet we both died in a sea of fire that engulfed the place.

There were only two families pushed to the brink by fate, clinging to each other for survival through the same absurd lie. "Then the $500,000..." My voice cracked. Kyle looked at me, his gaze regaining its usual cold detachment. "Mr. Arthur, Olivia's mother is dead. That $500,000 bought your father's life. We don't owe each other anything anymore." I stood there in silence and bowed deeply. As I turned and walked out of the villa, my phone rang. It was Mom. "Arthur! Your dad woke up, but... but he refuses to take his medication! He pulled out his tubes, and he says he wants to die!"

He simply threw me away, hoping the freezing mountain air would finish his dirty work for him. I coughed, spitting out the blood that clogged my throat. With broken fingernails, I clawed at the last tree root. I couldn't die here. If I died, Adrian and Sienna would dance upon my family’s headstones. They would inherit Vance Global as the 'grieving couple.' No. I wouldn't let them. Suddenly, a beam of high-intensity headlights sliced through the darkness from a distance. The low, powerful hum of an engine approached. With a surge of strength that felt like a miracle, I crawled out of the brush and collapsed onto the cold asphalt of the secluded road.

Linda also happened, to be working overtime and since they were staying in the same living accomodations, that the company had arranged for them, she gave this pair of mother and son a ride home. A house become a home, when there's a child and a woman living in it.