Novelas y relatos de Mature Black Daddy

Black asked, eyes on Miles. Miles shook his head, jaw tight. “No…” Mr. Black smirked. “First time for everything.” She shifted, her thigh brushing Miles’s. His body tensed, but he didn’t move away. Her hand slowly slid to rest on his leg—innocent… until her fingers curled. He looked at her. She bit her lip. “She’s dripping again,” Mr. Black said, voice low, lazy. “Can’t even sit still.” He reached over and dragged two fingers up the inside of her thigh. “You hear that, kid? That’s what a ruined little pussy sounds like.”

“She's wet and willing, and boy, does she take to commands. She's stubborn, but she likes to submit.” Oh my god! It sounds like Daddy's trying to sell me to them! They nod, their mouths barely getting out a muffled 'yeah', which struggles against their dry throats. “Well, what do you get on you?” he asks. He pulls on my nipples, eliciting a grunt from me, showing off his wares as an added incentive. “Just some hash.” “Drugs?” Daddy says, disappointingly rolling his eyes. “That's it? Come on, what else?” he firmly retorts.

“We don’t know. The Moon Goddess gives us a host, and we open our eyes inside them. However, she visited me the night of Tatum’s birth. Said I wasn’t supposed to be in this body. However, it was too late to change it. The only thing I could do was to protect this child. Danger was in her future. I don’t know from what.” “How old is Black’s son?” Maddox asked Cade. “He has two. Most people only know about the younger one. However, he had an older son that was born from a whore he got pregnant. His birthday is the same as ours.” “How old is he?” Maddox asked again. “18.” “Do you think they have been spying on Tatum or your dad to see if she has the wolf that was supposed to go to him?” Maddox

Gray chuckled. "NEVER AGAIN WILL I LET HIM FUCK ME. LET HIM FUCK YAYA.." I faked a Dutch accent. "HE IS SUCH A MALE WHORE SOMEONE NEEDS TO CUT OF HIS DICK AND THAT WON'T BE ME BECAUSE I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE HIM IT WHATEVER. I DON'T CARE...I DON'T HAVE A CARE AT ALL IN THE WORLD. I WILL TEACH ASHTON TO BE A GENTLEMAN NEVER TO BE LIKE HIS FATHER. HE PROBABLY FAILED AT CHIVALRY CLASS." I stammered falling on my butt but luckily the wine bottle didn't break.

"At least promise me that you will ensure I have as little interaction with your work buddies as possible, especially your boss!" Dad always speaks so fondly of the almighty Damien Bradley Lane Blackwood, but never forgets to mention his less than undesirable characteristics. From what dad has told me about him; which is a lot, I have summed him up as a classic, ruthless, won't hesitate to chop your head off, movie drug cartel leader. He sounds like someone who should be the head of the Russian mafia or something- and trust me I do not want to see myself anywhere near him, I am sure a single look from him is enough to ruin a person irrevocably. "You do not have to worry about Mr Blackwood, h

“Time to ruin this nineteen-year-old pussy properly.” I felt the thick, heavy head of his cock nudge against my dripping entrance. He was massive. My breath hitched. “Beg for it,” he demanded, rubbing the fat tip up and down my slit, coating himself in my cream. “Please, Daddy… please fuck me. I need your cock so bad. Ruin me. Breed me.” With one slow, relentless push, Marcus drove forward. The stretch burned deliciously as inch after thick inch sank into me. I cried out loudly, my walls fluttering wildly around his invading shaft.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

“Feel how big Daddy is against your little pussy?” “Yes. fuck, yes!” “This is what you begged for. What you threw plates for.” He dragged himself through me again. Slow. Base to tip. My wetness painted him in a slick, glistening coat. “All because you needed Daddy’s cock.” “I always need Daddy’s cock—” He pulled back, lifting his cock from my cunt. I whimpered at the loss — the cold air against my soaked, swollen flesh. Then he brought it down. A slap. Firm.

“Now sit your ass down and calm the fuck down. This is my home. Remember that.” Daisy turns, stunned. “Daddy? Did you hear what Mom just said to me?” Mr. Blackwood takes a slow drink, sets the glass down carefully, and nods. “I heard every single word,” he says. “And I agree with her. Sit the fuck down and shut up. If you can’t say anything constructive or nice, then don’t say anything at all.” Daisy’s mouth drops open. “So now you’re talking to me like that too?” “Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “Because you’re being disrespectful. You’re a grown ass woman. Stop acting like you’re ten and fighting for our love. You already have it.”