Mi Papa Me Folla Novels & Stories

Papa, today is my first day of shoot," she looked up again "Can you send me those flowers and gifts again.. please, will you spoil and pamper me today.. please, I need it, I need to be spoiled today, please papa, please," No matter how hard she tried, a tear slid out of her eye and she sobbed "Please papa, come back, today is my first da..," she choked bad, unable to speak anymore, just then there was a knock on the broken door "Mam, these are for you,"

I chimed in enthusiastically, pumping my fist into the air. "R-right now?!" Mama asked in a shocked tone, her eyes rounding completely as she stared at Papa in disbelief. "Why not? I possess all the power and capability to arrange everything in the blink of an eye, Melissa... in case you've forgotten who I truly am," Papa countered with absolute confidence, curling his lips into a thin smile that looked so charming for his age.

My mom and I exchanged glances, rolling our eyes in unison before bursting into laughter. “That’s how he’s been behaving since Kiera was taken,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Worse than usual, huh?” I replied, trying to suppress a laugh. Suddenly, Papa lunged toward me, arms outstretched like a possessed man, “Mija!” He cried, desperation in his voice. I shoved him back, careful but firm, his body hitting the floor with a thud. “Pathetic,” I muttered, disgust washing over me.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

I'm happy he was right and I was wrong. That was the word that I was waiting for... She is as happy for me as I am. "You are now Mrs. Hillarca." Mrs. Hillarca. I couldn't help but smile at what Papa said. I saw Rezoir approaching us. "Hey," he said as he snaked his hands around my waist." Pa," he called Papa. My father taps his shoulder. "Take care of my Cara Mia Israel; I know I keep saying this." But I know you understand me now that you have a son."

For forgetting. I feel a finger on my cheek, firmly turning my face back towards the Mafia King. “You only have one father now, Fay. You have no ‘dad.’ Though if you’re really missing it,” he smirks cruelly at me here, his voice slow and luxurious, “you can always call me daddy.” My jaw drops open in shock and my face turns beat red. He laughs a little at my reaction. “Dad, seriously,” Daniel says, and I glance at him to see anger written on his face.

Days are gonna be fun in the pool. “Common honey lets go inside.” Papa said, signaling me too get off. I nodded and hopped out of the car. The driver took my luggage and went inside before. Papa went inside first and than followed by me. Here goes nothing.

But he had decided to end me today. ‘Please Dad, come out…’ I muttered weakly in my head, seeing Kira fall weak as well. And just when I thought it was the end, a vicious growl echoed, and a gust of air hit me like thunder, and I fell to the ground. I coughed violently and looked up to see Papa was thrown back by himself. His eyes were glowing purple, grey, and golden. My heart leaped with joy. It's Dad! He's fighting for control!

I couldn't describe the look in Papa’s eyes, or maybe I just didn't want to. Perhaps I didn't want to acknowledge it. “Miele.” I looked down to see Medea crawling to Papa, panting, looking so pale and utterly pathetic you would think she was poisoned. “She… she just came on to me. I was trying to talk to her. I was trying to get close to her and mend our relationship like you suggested we do, but she just… she… just–”

REINA "I want daddy to fuck my pussy so good until I cum!" Fuck! That was something I never thought I would ever say out loud to my father-in-law, yet here I am, my upper half pressed hard against his office desk, ass shot out in the air, chest heaving heavily, hands gripping the furniture for dear life as I desperately begged my father-in-law to fill me up with his cock. To fill my hungry pussy with his thick, fat cock. I knew it was something we’d both been craving for days… weeks… fuck, maybe even months. Hell, maybe years. But we had been too scared to let it out.