My Heart Belongs To Daddy Romane & Geschichten

he murmured, voice low, almost tender. I clutched him, my cheek pressed to his burning skin, my fingers curling against his back like I could anchor myself there. Every breath I took was filled with the scent of him soap, sweat, heat and something deeper. Something dangerous. I wanted to say it. I want you. But the words got stuck in my throat, like thorns. He could own my body, but never my heart. “Call me Daddy.” The command snapped through the fog in my mind, and I hesitated but only for a second.

I could still feel his warm cum leaking into my panties. “You don’t belong to Mia anymore,” he said, voice deep and final. “You belong to Daddy now. Say it back to me.” “I don’t belong to Mia anymore,” I whispered, looking up into his eyes. “I belong to you, Daddy. Completely.” He cupped my face, thumb brushing my lower lip. “And Daddy’s going to keep breeding you until that belly swells. Every secret visit, every locked door, every stolen moment I’m going to fill this young cunt until you’re carrying my child. Do you understand?”

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” The pressure was unbearable. The question, the demand, the sheer physical force of him, the agonizing pleasure, it all short-circuited my higher functions. There was only the need to obey, the need to confirm the ownership he was so relentlessly exercising. My eyes, hazy and swimming with the mounting pleasure, focused on the savage beauty of his face. My voice was breathless, raw, nothing more than a wet whisper. “You, daddy. I belong to you. This pussy belongs to only you.”

Jagger pulled him again in his arms. "I don’t and I can never hate or leave you and Daddy. You are what i am proudly recognized from. And it’s been years Dada. I saw your family album and I know the truth for years. It does not matter to me at all. As long as you both loved me as you always did. It doesn’t matter to me that you are blood related or not. You two were meant to be, so you are together. Never ever get scared or think for even a while that i would leave you. I will never. I don’t hate you or Daddy. I love you both Dada. And I can announce it to the world how proud I am to be your son. I am not ashamed at all. Calm down". He was gently rocking his Dada in his arms. He could feel h

My breath catches. “For you,” he adds quietly. Silence falls between us…..heavy, painful, and real. “And if he fought this hard to survive until now…” my daddy continues, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it, “…then he’s not giving up in there.” I look up at my daddy in genuine appreciation. My daddy doesn’t sound like a mafia lord. He sounds like a father trying to hold his daughter together. I close my eyes, holding onto his words like they’re the only thing keeping me breathing.

I hurriedly ran to my room, my heart skipped with every step i take and the moment i shut the door behind me. I sank to the floor. I can still remember how his long, huge dick feel like when he torch my vaginal. " Am a sinner", I said to myself." I I'll just try to sleep" i heavily as i jump on my bed. "I'm okay, I'm okay. But what sort of long dick does my dad have? , my mom had to take that down her hole" I soliloquies. forgetting i too was about to take it down my hole some minutes ago.

demanded a commanding voice that echoed through the room and cut off Thayer’s irresponsible tirade. His voice alone brought me immense joy and relief, so much that I yearned to move back into his embrace like last night and cry my eyes out. My eyes moved to take in his perfect form by the doorway. He looked like a model straight from the papers, a sharp contrast to Thayer in terms of appearance. His presence alone dissolved the anger and pain Thayer had just caused me that I wished he would always be my side. I noticed Thayer slowly turn to his father as he made his way into the room. “Father,” he chuckled. “You’re here so early?”

Breaking the kiss, he gripped my waist and gritted out, “Who do you belong to, baby girl?” “You, daddy!” I cried, at the electrifying agility of his thrusts, “Only you, no one else.” “That's what I thought,” He smirked, before connecting our lips again. Moments later, we climaxed together, me for the second time on his cock while he pulled out and came on my belly.

I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to believe you're not here because you think there might be something going on between your daddy and me? News flash, there is nothing. I've left you, him, and everyone else for good. Now let me have my peace." But even as I spoke, a part of me couldn't shake the nagging sense of doubt that lingered in the recesses of my mind, a whisper of longing that dared to defy the constraints of past betrayals and unspoken regrets. Longing for someone else.

He stood in front of me, chest bare, eyes unreadable. “What does it mean when I put this on you?” he asked. I swallowed. “That I belong to you.” “Say it better.” “I’m yours. All of me. Always.” He smiled, but there was nothing soft about it. “Good girl.” I shivered. His voice dropped. “You say my name when you beg. You call me Daddy. Understood?” I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” He stepped back, circling me slowly. “Hands behind your back,” he said.