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Evelyn asked, her soft eyes nearly pleading with us to break it to her. "Come here... I will tell you," I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. This time, Samuel didn't object. I slipped my arms around her, pulling her into my embrace, and kissing her forehead. A sigh of relief slipped past my lips. "You know, I'll be forever grateful to your dad for giving me you," I spoke. "I had no doubts that he was the best friend anyone could ever have, but last night, I became sure of another thing—he's the best dad and the best person. It's not about what's wrong or right, what's logical, or what should be done; he just wants you to stay with the one you love because, for him, you matter more

He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart . “Aren’t you going to say something ?” He asked me again, breaking into my thoughts . I turned and faced him . Why can’t you let me be , my father asked you to be my guardian, he never said that you should stuck my life . My father is strict and he would still let me go out but yet you don’t want me leaving the house without your permission . Staying out is even crazier . I don’t have much to say but I would really appreciate it if you would let me be .” I told him to be as calm as possible as I pulled away from him and turned to face the window .

And guided his cock to my entrance, rubbing the head through my soaked folds, teasing me and coating himself in my natural lubricant. “Beg for it,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Please,” I whimpered, lifting my hips. “Please fuck me.” “Say my name.” “I don’t know your name.” He let out a dark chuckle. “You will. But tonight you call me Daddy.” The word ignited something filthy inside me. “Please, Daddy—fuck me.”

Michael said. "Yes, Daddy,"

"Are you my daddy?" ***

a soft moan left my lips. "Hmm, you are taking this so well" Daddy groaned as I moaned softly, starting to really enjoy the way it felt inside of me. I couldn't believe the things I was doing. The things I had fantasised about and the ones I had never been wild enough to dare to fantasise about but all of it now, he was doing it to me. "Daddy, it feels really good. Fuck" "I know, Cupcake" his words came from deep inside of me.

In a clear, sweet voice, she began: “My Daddy is the best Daddy in the world, He gives me warm hugs when I feel sad, making me feel safe. With him, our family is finally complete, And I’m the happiest girl in the world, because my Daddy is by my side. My Daddy is my hero, He’s there to catch me before I fall, always protecting me, With his love, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, And I’m so proud to say he’s my daddy, every single day. I love you, Daddy.” As Ella finished the last line, Ryan was already rushing towards the stage, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. But you have to listen to me. I can't hold on anymore. My heart stopped beating just now. You know how people faint in movies and never wake up? I think that's what is about to happen to me. The pain is too much. My belly also feels like it's about to burst. "I know that I'm only five years old, but I am happy that you are my daddy. I love you. Tell my mommy that I love her too. I know she can't come to see me because she's in prison. I saw it on TV. You are the best daddy in the whole world."

Mom’s words were laced with venom, suggesting that if he didn’t agree with her, there would be problems. Dad shrugged. “If she were twenty, then it would matter. But she’s not. She’s almost thirty.” Dad looked at me. “You like this guy?” “A-a lot,” I stuttered, unable to believe how well things were going so far. “He’s a good guy?” “One of the best I’ve ever met.” My chest swelled with pride as I realized the words were true. Mom shook her head, going back to work in the kitchen, although not without an aggressive amount of banging of cupboards and drawers being involved.

He has not let go of the wheelchair. “Nothing,” she says and my heart beats so fast I let out a breathless, “Wow.” She giggles and her tiny feet land on my legs. I have half a mind to fling them when the cutie says, “I don’t have any favourite thing about Daddy because Daddy is the best daddy in the world and I like everything about him. I love you.”