Mi Papa Me Folla Novels & Stories

As her head tilted upward, I could see a small streak of tears below her eyes. “I’m okay, Dad”, she said as she wiped the tears away. “You have a new boyfriend?” her dad asked as he sat down again. “Um, yeah, but it’s not very serious, Dad.” “Didn’t you say that you loved him, though?” I teased. Charissa’s head swung away from her dad and stopped when it landed in my direction. As she glared at me, I could see the rage dancing in her caramel eyes. It brought me immense happiness.

A smirk of satisfaction formed on his lips, then with one more act, he pulled his finger out, then slammed it right back into my pussy. “Arghhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed, with tears rolling out of my eyes while I tried so fucking hard to loosen myself from the ropes. “Cum for me…” He said in a sweet tone. “Fucking cum on my fingers while I let you have the fucking taste of your sweet self. Cum…” My skin prickled, and my back arched completely, but just as I was going to cum, a loud knock suddenly filled the air, and a voice followed. “Hey… Dad, we are not done talking about the setup.”

Zeline's cell phone rings, the caller ID printed on her cellphone screen turns out to be a holy name that is very rare to call her. My Papa "Papa ..." muttered Zeline. Zeline's thumbs slide the cellphone screen to answer the holy call. "Hello, Zel. How are you, sweety?" "Very good, Pa. How is it going, Papa and Mama there?" "I’m good too. Papa is in New York with your mama. Papa will send tickets for you and your brother, so we gather here." "How long has Papa been there?" "Maybe a month. Papa is negotiating with the clients here to work together to open your mama's boutique.

Peach plugged in her headphones, playing one of her comfort piano tunes—Gibran Alcocer Idea 22. Thankfully, that blocked out the noises. Inside the parents room, Kimmy is under Acosta, taking his covk with a dog leash looped around his neck. Whenever he doesn't hit the right spot, she pulls the belt, and he gags and increases his pace. For an hour now, he has been laboring on her, slashing like she's a rock that's unaffected by his efforts. Her greedy pussy kept sucking him in, spitting him out, then asking for more and more.

"Where we’re going, we move light. We move like ghosts. I promise you, when we get there, I will buy you a thousand soldiers. I’ll give you crayons made of stardust. But tonight, all you need is me." Mia looked at her toy soldiers, then back at me. She saw the desperation I was trying to hide behind my eyes. She saw the "Titan" I had become for her. She nodded solemnly, her small hand reaching up to touch my cheek. "Okay," she whispered. "Just us." "Just us," I repeated. I kissed her forehead, a lingering, sacred seal. "Papa?" she asked suddenly, her voice smaller now. "Is Papa coming? He’s very slow when he walks. Will he get lost in the water?"

“Tell me, what is this?” “Dad, please listen to me,” Renata’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I'm listening. Tell me, this isn't true,” Paolo said, his eyes fixating on her daughter. “Dad, I-I don't… I don't...” A sharp slap stung across Renata's face, making her stumble and vision go blurry. She almost stopped breathing as her entire body shook. “Who is the father of this child?” Paolo questioned in a much louder voice this time.

Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision. “Papa, the man you’re pointing at is Luca Rossi,” I pointed out. “As in the Rossi capo that has sought tirelessly to overthrow you and bring everything you’ve worked hard to build to ruin. You’re entering him with warmth and tequila.” After my announcement, I expected Papa to frown, rain thunder on everyone, and order Marco to bundle the man to the basement and chop his fingers for daring to enter his home. I expected this sudden nightmare to end. But nothing changed, and Papa’s crooked smile stayed intact.

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

“Get. It. Together, Camila.” But the more I tell myself that, the harder I shake. I clutch the phone again, screen lighting up with the paused frame of those monsters—those sick, twisted, coked-up demons who stripped him of his dignity before taking his life. My Papa. My Papa who taught me how to braid hair, how to shoot a BB gun, how to tell apart real gold from fake. My Papa who drove me to school every damn day until the streets weren’t safe anymore. My Papa who smiled even when they took him away… who still gave me everything.

He smiled and walked away. I began to see why Lola was throwing shades at me at the restaurant and why she didn't like my guts. My body responded to Nico quicker than they searched for air. I mean, if I were her, and noticed the same thing with some other girl, I would totally flip. My phone rang slowing down the excited butterflies in my stomach. It was Papa. "Dad!!"I was happy to hear from him. "Hey Piccolo, sorry I haven't had the chance to call you back "He sounded exhausted. "Your old pops have been working on something."