Novel & Cerita Merry Christmas To Daddy

Dylan proposed. Katrina's mouth widened, she wanted to speak but was out of words. “Wh…. What did you just say?” She asked him after settling for a while. “Yay, we're having a daddy for Christmas!” Jeremy was the first to speak. “Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!” The crowds witnessing the scene chanted, making Katrina lost for words.

I let out a deep, heartfelt sigh, my voice filled with warmth, "Happy birthday, Dad." "Thank you," Dad replies Kai joins in, his arms enveloping Dad, "Happy birthday, Uncle Ezra." Dad smiles warmly, replying to Kai's embrace, "Thank you, Kai." Without missing a beat, I playfully interject, "Ohh, I can’t believe it. My sweet daddy is getting old." My voice softens as I gently pat his cheeks. It's become a yearly tradition for me to jest about his age, and the banter always brings a smile to both our faces. "Don’t grow old, Daddy."

Maybe it’s because he’s a baby; either way, I can’t wait to see his personality develop. “Come on up, Lilly-Bear,” Gabriel motions for our only daughter, and she doesn’t waste time. She scrambles up, heading straight for her father. You guessed it; she is still very much a daddy’s girl, and I don’t see that ever changing. “Merry Christmas, My Loves,” I tell them. “Merry Christmas,” the chorus. Gabriel pulls me towards me and gives me a kiss. “Raincheck?” “Definitely” I smile at him. I am happy, and my heart is full. That’s all I ever wanted.

Leo, Cheryl, Bryan, Sophia, and Richard were screaming through the phone. I wasn't screaming with them. I was holding my girls so tight, saying a heartfelt prayer to the heavens. For peace. For my family. For this life. I'm always gonna be grateful. “Happy New Year, my gorgeous ladies.” “Happy New Year, Daddy.” “Happy New Year, my love.” THANK YOU, GOOD HEAVENS!

He hoists me from the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed, pushing my skirt up and pulling my panties to the side. A month is a long time, but he pushes inside me as though we have never been apart. My initial tightness soon gives way with a rush of arousal, natural juices flowing as my daddy claims me. “I missed you, little girl,” he growls against my mouth, his cock surging inside me over and over again. “I missed you too, Daddy.” Just being able to say the word Daddy again brings tears to my eyes. I have missed him more than I can start to explain. He is a part of me. A part nobody else understands, and nobody else even likes, but that I desperately need.

he says watching me weirdly. "Is that a bad thing?" "No! It's the best thing" "Love you daddy" I blow him a kiss picking my phone up from the table. "Hey! mom" I greet cheerily. "Hey, honey! How are you?" "I am great mom, this place is so beautiful, I'll bring you here one day," I say with a laugh. "I am glad you love it, honey, your dad wishes you Merry Christmas" "Wish him for me too!"

Nikolai, the one that had picked us up last night raise a brow. "You don't need those," his baritone voice filled the space. He wasn't bad at all. He was just a few inches shorter than hot daddy. Strong shoulders. Built muscles. Too hot to be doing daddy duties. Just like hot daddy, but he had this playful grin to his face, unlike hot daddy, and it made him less appealing. "Please, daddy. Grant me this one. It's my Christmas wish," Sonia whined, wriggling in her seat like a child throwing a meaningless tantrum.

Still hard after fucking me so hard and making me cum multiple times. "What do you say to daddy for making you cum?" He asked, his hand reaching for my back and caressing my back and reaching for my cuffed hands. "Thank you... Thank you daddy" I whimpered, the tears rolling down my eyes. Daddy leaned in and kissed my tears. "You are so fucking sexy. Whimpering and shedding tears from cumming" his deep voice caressed my ears. "You... You are still hard, daddy" I pointed out, sniffing back my tears and looking at his hard cock.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"