Novel & Cerita Mommy, Look! Daddy Is Kneeling Again!

"Yes, love... That's Daddy indeed," "Mommy, does this mean I can see Daddy again? Is he back from his trip?" The toddler inquired with eagerness. Luciana hesitated, her brows raising in realization as she nodded curtly. "Yes, I guess. Don't worry, son, you'll be seeing Daddy soon. I promised you, didn't I?" "Yes, Mommy,"

She stood there in a green overall dress with a flower print shirt beneath it, which Heath thought with her pink curly hair she looked like a patch of flowers by the side of the road. “I’m Geoff’s father, Heath Allan.” Kathy stood there staring at him for a moment longer. “Where’s Ivy and Geoff?” Kathy starred into his dark eyes with a frown slowly forming a crease between her eyebrows. “I’m here Kathy! Dad answered the door, so I didn’t and Mom’s in the bathroom.” Geoff called from the sofa as if he thought Kathy was the funniest person ever. Kathy sailed past Heath and headed straight for Geoff. “I was so worried. Your mom didn’t call me back to tell me what was happening. Oh, Geoff, what

I felt my cheek turn beat red from the embarrassment. " I thought we needed to talk. " I said to him to change the topic and to escape the confrontation. I heard him laugh before opening the door for me. We were almost out of the room when I heard my son call his daddy. " Daddy waits!" Clyde went back inside, kneeling on one knee like a knight. " Alexander listened to me. Mommy and I are going to talk for a bit and we will be back after," He said in a fatherly tone while gently smiling at our son. I felt a warm feeling touch my heart seeing them together for the first time.

A reminder that life was moving forward, whether I was ready or not. Daddy found me there again as the sun began to set. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, watching me with that soft, intense look he’d been giving me more often lately. Then he crossed the room and knelt in front of the rocking chair, resting his head against my belly like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Hey little one,” he whispered against my stomach. “It’s Daddy. Keep growing strong for us, okay?” I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling a strange warmth spread through my chest. These moments when he was gentle and vulnerable always caught me off guard.

Ezra wipes the tears that roll down my cheeks. I look down at him seeing that he is crouching in front of me. I circle his wrist with my hand and attempt to pull him up. Keyword being, attempt. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t kneel.” Didn’t his father just say that? “I’m not kneeling,” he says, the sides of his tipped up. He turns and faces his father. “I’m not kneeling, right, father?” The king rolls his eyes and turns away from us. I will never get over seeing him do something so normal.

I fall back on my heels and I scream, I scream until I can't anymore. "Mommy, why isn't daddy opening his eyes?" I don't answer the question. I just usher her over to me and hold her to me, I hug her tight and I don't let go, she hugs me back and we sit here in a poodle of Kades blood.

"I would like to fuck your throat and make you choke on Daddy's cock some more." Holy fuck. The tables have turned. Dominant Daddy makes a comeback. He climbs off the bed and stands in front of it. His shirt is tugged past his head and he's completely clothes free, looking glorious as ever. "Lie on your back, angel, head below my cock." I obey his order. My back is to the bed and his throbbing manhood is directly above my face, just inches away from my skin. "Ready, love?" "Yes, Daddy." "Mmm, that's my girl."

“Get on your knees and crawl to me.” My lips parted and my inner thighs thrummed. “Yes, Daddy,” I replied. Lowering myself to the floor, I placed my palms on the smooth, cold tiles. Every nerve in my body was on fire as I began to move toward him slowly, crawling on my hands and knees like he commanded. When I finally reached him, I paused, kneeling just at his feet, looking up through my lashes. His gaze was molten, the intensity of it making me feel like I was the only person in the world.

I whispered. Ivan nodded and pulled the blanket off. “Mommy’s talking.” We both slid out of bed and padded across the floor in our socks. The door was open just a little, so we peeked through the crack like spies in a cartoon. My heart beat super fast, like it does when we sneak cookies from the kitchen. And then I saw it. Daddy was standing close to Mommy, really close. His hand was on her cheek, and then he leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead.

I’ve unleashed something in him, and I never want it to stop. “Now get on the couch.” I bite my lower lip as heat creeps up to my cheeks. “Okay, daddy.” My legs are as weak as jelly jam, but I scramble up, positioning myself on the couch. “Do you want me on all fours, daddy?” I blink at him. He nods in approval, and I climb up to the couch. My ass is up, knees spread apart, and my dress is bunched around my waist. I glance over my shoulder when I hear his zipper go down, only see him stroking his cock