Novel & Cerita My Babys Daddy Book

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

What do I do with him? I looked at Noelle, who was still eating her cookie. I thought about Hugh's car that was probably still parked outside. I was reckless. I should have considered Noelle. She doesn’t have a responsible father, and I take up that space so she doesn't feel the absence of her dad. Instead, now I am pregnant with her dad's boss's child... what a turn of events I reached for Noelle's hand on the table and squeezed as I tried to reassure myself. "I love you, sweetheart," I said it again, sadly this time, as tears pricked the corners of my eyes She smiled with cookie crumbs on her lips. "I love you too, Mommy."

A simple mistake could end terribly for my baby. The protective surge faded with the expression on Hawthorne’s face. The hunger in his eyes had been replaced with a serene sense of peace. He cradled Abby in the way I had always dreamed her father would. My daughter touched the back of his neck. The tattoo. Her head titled in innocent curiosity. “Are you, my daddy?” She asked. “Abby.” I exclaimed in horror. “But mommy,” Abby whined, “he has the black moon, just like daddy did.”

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

I saw both of them watching my face like they were expecting something nice to come out of my mouth. "Because he is my daddy," I said, and Mr. Hardie, who was perched behind us, choked on his shake. Xavier laughed, clapping his hands and closing his eyes. His laughter was such a turn-on. "He is my daddy," Maddox pouted, placing his little hands on his hips. "Ask him who he babysits at night," I winked at Xavier, poor Maddox looked at Xavier and then at me. "He is my daddy," Maddox yelled, annoyed at us.

The driving need of back and forth as her father jammed his cock into her pussy and OH GOD! "Daddy... Oh DADDY. It feels..." "I know baby," James said, barely able to form the words, "It's your first time and Daddy wants to be careful with you but..."

Daddy: I'm going to start by tying those pretty wrists of yours to my headboard. Baby Girl: And then what? Daddy: Then I'm going to kiss every inch of your body until you're trembling. Baby Girl: Fuck. Keep going. Daddy: I'll work my way down slowly... very slowly... until I reach that sweet pussy of yours. Emily groaned softly, her hand drifting between her legs. Baby Girl: Please don't stop. Daddy: Oh no, baby girl. The rest you'll have to wait and see for yourself. Baby Girl: You're killing me here.

Poppy called from outside, louder this time. “Bunny has a lot of opinions for someone without a bank account.” Sebastian’s voice followed, calm, too close to the glass door. Poppy gasped. “Daddy, don’t financial-shame Bunny!” I closed my eyes for a second. Daddy. One small word. Four letters. In Poppy’s mouth, it was like a toy she’d found on the floor and immediately claimed as hers. No history, no sins, no documents. Just someone who carried her, fixed buttons, listened to Bunny’s stories, and maybe bought a coat no four-year-old needed unless that four-year-old was mine, obviously.

Everything was fine, until the girl opened her mouth. “Daddy!” Automatically Eva froze in my arms before pulling away from me. “What did she say?” I gulped at her expression. "Well, hmm... I had nothing to do with it, babe. It’s the woman I had fired faults, she put things in the baby's mind and now she calls me that.” "Her first word is daddy,” she said with murderous eyes. "And apparently, you are daddy." "Actually, her first word was no." “Her first real word is daddy!” she exclaimed, "How could you?"

“Well, young lady, we shouldn’t be telling tales, should we. Bobby is much older, and I’ll sort it out with him. We’re here to help each other, remember?” “Yes, Daddy. Where’s Mommy?” “Mommy is working a little longer, she’ll be home for dinner, okay?” “Okay.” Abby smiles. I finish feeding Henry, patting his back gently until he lets out a tiny burp, then settle him into his pram. Time to go out and see how Bobby is doing. “Girls, I’m going to talk to Bobby, you okay in here?” They both nod, engrossed in their coloring. I find Bobby outside, phone in hand, chatting animatedly. Must be a friend from back home. The kitten is curled up in his lap, looking more comfortable than any of us have si