Merry Christmas To Daddy Novels & Stories

He ended his beautiful speech smiling tearfully. "Merry Christmas Dad." "Merry Christmas grandad." ********* Is okay to make a mistake, but us not okay when you don't learn from it✍️

And i find it hard to comprehend his words as another wave of unbridled pleasure engulfs me "What?" i manage to whispers amidst the pleasure overtaking my entire body. "it's not fair that you're the only comfortable one baby girl" "What do mean?" i croak out. "Can't you tell how uncomfortable daddy is?" he says, thrusting his raging monster cock against my buttocks, i almost bounce off his lap. He's so hard, hot, ready and huge against me. I should be scared but fear is far from me, When i open my mouth to speak i was shocked by the words that comes out of my mouth.

" I nodded against his lips, my sobs quieting down with each moan. The fire came back, hotter than ever, licking what was left of my head. I clung to Daddy as I screamed out, cumming so hard my vision blurred. "God, fucking...hell, you're getting tighter," Daddy moaned, stilling and spilling inside me. My body locked around his while I started crying again. We were still for a long time; Daddy was still buried inside of me. He raised his head from my neck to look at me. "Breathe for me. You did so well today. Just breathe for me, nice and slow," he caresses my face gently, coaxing me back to reality. When my eyes focused again, he smiled warmly. "There's my good girl." The words alone brough

Anny's body tensed, but not for the wrong reasons. For all the right reasons. Wait, was there anything right in what was going on, though? Adriano's words still echoed in her mind from weeks ago. "It's Daddy for you, babygirl." The memory sent a shiver down her spine and now Michele had said the same thing. Both demanding she call them Daddy. Both of them had touched her, wanted her, made her feel things she had never felt before.

"Daddy’s going to drop you off at school today." "Oh, really? Lucky me. I get a gorgeous personal chauffeur," Lona quipped, throwing Revan a naughty glance. Revan didn't say a word. He just gave Bella a tiny nod, pressed a quick kiss to his wife's forehead, and walked toward his black SUV without even glancing back at Lona. ______

Without saying much, the two hugged briefly. "Take good care of your family, son. They are your most precious treasure." "Of course," Keenan replied quickly. "Daddy too. I send my regards to der Opa. I hope after my wife gives birth I can bring them to Berlin." The daddy nodded with a smile. He patted Keenan's shoulder lightly and then hurried away.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

He looks between us for a second time, but then he nods his head slowly and starts tearing into the paper. The room goes quiet as he lifts the lid off of the box. He stares down at the onesie inside, blinking like his brain hasn’t caught up yet. He picks it up carefully and reads the words on it out loud. “Your Christmas present is on back order until July 2026. Merry Christmas, Daddy.” “Oh my god.” My mother squeals as my father and Aiden gasps loudly. “Are you serious?” She asks, but no one answers her, all of our attention still on Derek and Ava.

♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ >>>HIDALGO POV <<< “Get dressed quickly!” Father whisper to Gabrielle's ear, and he shifted away from her afterward. "Yes, d-daddy!" Gabrielle nervously shuttered, and I knew she was pushed to say those words. She better gets used to them! Father unhurriedly walks back to the table, he snatches up the document with a smile circulating expansively on his face.

He smiled, too, and then he left. The truth was, my present didn't actually need to be "wrapped". It needed to be "written". I had been working on it all day in my head. I was going to write something special for my daddy. Something that he would find on his computer Christmas morning. Firing up his laptop, I settled into the couch. I knew I'd be there for awhile. I couldn't type as fast as he could. Opening the Marianne folder, I made a new document file and called it "Daddy's Christmas muse". Then I began to write.