My Heart Belongs To Daddy Novels & Stories

I stuttered, receiving it. Before I could restrategize, the LEDs powered to life, blaring across the room. It was my father. He was in a factory, dressed in jeans and a helmet, promoting some new electric engine. His voice blasted through every in-wall speaker. “At Monroar, we believe in motion without limits. Your dreams should never stop and neither should you…” The hypocrisy stung. For ten years, I had to live with the now, too uncertain to dream of the future. And now he spoke of dreams and motion. I was both hurt and furious.

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.

I couldn't let my child grow up with a cold heartless father like him. "Why Arla, Why?" My heart started beating frantically against my ribcage. Blood rushed to my ears, my legs. "Because I didn't want you to be part of our lives," I said confidently. I even went to the mile of looking him directly in the eyes just to drive the point home. Enough was enough.

Christy excused herself, but Kelly did not leave my side. "Is that your daughter?" he asked while looking at Kelly. The latter watched the older man with wide eyes. "Yes, D-Dad. She is Kelly. Kelly. That's Mr. Holding." "You can call me Daddy or Grandpa, Kelly. In this place, we will all take care of you. Rest assured." Mr. Holding patted Kelly’s hair. It seemed like he already had a liking for my daughter. "I have a lot of daddy now, Mommy." My heart warmed at Kelly's statement. From a child who hadn't had the chance to be with her father nor felt how it was to feel a father's love, she was now suddenly showered with all the love she deserved in the world.

He said and same time my mobile started raining which was placed on the dining table it was Dad's call because I had set up a different ringtone for him and my breath hitched. "Relax, just receive the call," Uncle said and I nodded receiving the call and the same time Uncle Harrison inserted his finger in my core giving slow finger fucking. "H...Hello..." I stammered on call. "Harrison told me you both having dinner out so I am going to sleep. Harrison has extra keys and doesn't sleep late. You have school tomorrow" Daddy was telling me While Uncle Harrison pumping his one digit inside me. "...Yes...Yes Dad" I again stammered

“Wait. I’m the only man you’ve seen hug her, no one else. Didn’t she date?” “Nope. She said it was too much risk. Mom didn’t trust other men enough to date them. She didn’t want to grow attached enough to introduce them to me. If it didn’t work out, she’s worried I’d need therapy and hate her for losing a second dad.” Heath saw Geoff didn’t understand everything he said. His words sounded like he repeated by memory something said by someone else. “Well, it’s not a fear you need to worry about anymore. You have only one dad and that’s me. Your mom won’t date anyone else ever. Our family will comprise us three and our future children.

Cheng liyue, stroked her son's little head. With a smile on her lips, she said,. " Alright, didn't I tell you before? Back then, mommy didn't even know who your father was, so let's not search for daddy, okay?" " Mommy, I heard that it's popular now to have a Godfather. You wait, someday I'll find one to support you. " The little boy said with arms akimbo. After hearing this, cheng liyue burst out laughing. Looking at her little boy, she said. " No, mommy doesn't need you to find a Godfather!

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

“But if you play your cards right, you could ride more than just the bicycle. You could ride him. Break that virgin pussy on my Dad’s big cock. I bet he’d stretch you so good.” “Jesus, Jade!” I choked on my own spit, coughing hard. My face burned crimson as vivid memories flooded me with the filthy pictures we painted in the mirror. Jade laughed and hit my arm playfully. “What? You don’t see him like that?” “No! He’s basically like a dad to me.” I forced out, voice strained. “Totally off-limits.”

I looked up into his dark, dangerous face, my chest heaving, completely trapped in his grip. “Y-Yours...” I whimpered, tears spilling over my lashes as my hips rolled helplessly against his hand. “I belong to you, Daddy.”