Novel & Cerita My Heart Belongs To Daddy

"OK Daddy" "Daddy showed me my room and it was beautiful, I thank him before he walk out from my room,I lay flatly on my bed thinking about my Daddy,by this time yesterday we were together planning about today but now I can't see you anymore... I missed you so much Daddy" I muttered with my teary eyes before darkness took over me ****40 days later**** "Maryam Darling" I heard a voice but I don't want to believe who that voice belongs to "Maryam baby! Are you in there? "

, if yes, then call the daughter as well when her father is called by you All Hearts !!

I couldn't be satisfied. “So wet for me, Daddy's pussy is so wet. If I could get my tongue in there–” “Who said it's yours?” His eyes snapped to mine, and it was clear that there was never a time since Dane came into my life, that he thought I belonged to someone else. “Then it's who's?” “Not yours.” He sunk his teeth into my lower lip, and he forced his tongue down my throat, not taking my bait. “Mine, baby. All fucking mine.”

“Let her walk in and see her precious daughter getting finger-fucked by her uncle right before a fancy kitty party.” My eyes rolled back. My head fell against his shoulder as he pumped his finger slowly, curling it against that spot that made me see stars. “You’re so wet, princess,” he groaned against my ear. “So fucking tight and greedy. This pussy knows exactly who it belongs to. Say it.” “I’m yours-” I whimpered, voice shaking. “Only yours, Daddy… I love you… I’ve never thought about anyone else… never wanted anyone else… please-”

Dad always chooses our songs and for this birthday, he chose I Loved Her First, by Heartland, which made me cry the entire time we danced. “I’m so happy for you. Jude is a good man and his family is good people. I know you’re going to have a wonderful life with him …” he began, then started singing the chorus of the song to me, making me cry even harder. But I loved you first, I held you first And a place in my heart will always be yours From the first breath you breathed When you first smiled at me. I know the love of a father runs deep And I prayed that you’d find him someday

I'd happily drown in that one word, let it consume me whole, and die a thoroughly satisfied man. I lean in, searching June's gorgeous brown eyes, but the words catch in my throat. When I finally manage to speak, my voice is little more than a rough, barely recognizable rasp. "You called me Daddy." She blinks, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Um… sorry, I shouldn't—" "Say it again." I cut her off, the words ripping from my throat before she can finish that ridiculous apology. Her eyebrow lifts, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Huh?"

Like a tidal wave, they wash me away with their potency, and I am unable to cling to anything but him. Tomorrow, I get to see him again. All that strength I used to leave will crumble under one stare from him. I know it, and I don’t care. I miss my daddy, fuck what anyone else thinks. Including you, Xavier. Your dad does it better anyway.

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

Something she's doing by telling it all to Tanya, who's patient enough to listen. "You see those years I didn't have Edward, I didn't feel his absence much but when he died, I knew my Dad died. For more than a thousand times I had him, j had Ashley. Just her existence kept me sane through out when I stayed in Dallas all alone, no family, no background and nothing. You see her, so small and cuddly, she's more than just a daughter, she's my lifeline and I love her so much. Those eighteen hours are the worst hours of my life. She's my girl." Her eyes start to water once again, her voice cracking slightly and she bends down to kiss the girl's forehead. Suddenly, the silence of the house is broke