My Hero Daddy Novels & Stories

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

"What wrong?" "Nothing, sweetie." I murmured, feeling a genuine smile spread across my face. "Mommy is just very happy." "Because Daddy returned?" Kayden tried, looking towards where Travis stood watching us. "I like daddy. He is a hero." "A hero?" I repeated, holding back the laugh that wanted to escape due to Travis’s cheeks turning a bright red from embarrassment. "I guess he is."

Still hard after fucking me so hard and making me cum multiple times. "What do you say to daddy for making you cum?" He asked, his hand reaching for my back and caressing my back and reaching for my cuffed hands. "Thank you... Thank you daddy" I whimpered, the tears rolling down my eyes. Daddy leaned in and kissed my tears. "You are so fucking sexy. Whimpering and shedding tears from cumming" his deep voice caressed my ears. "You... You are still hard, daddy" I pointed out, sniffing back my tears and looking at his hard cock.

He put Angel down and he pulled Jayden from my arms carefully this time, holding him close, kissing his forehead over and over like he was apologizing without words. “I’m sorry, buddy,” he murmured. “Daddy’s still learning.” That broke me a little. “Don’t say that,” I said gently. “You’re a good father.” He shook his head slightly. “But I panicked.” “Yes,” I said. “Because you love him. Who says great dads don't panic? You didn't freeze and do nothing; you tried your best. You are our hero Daddy.” I turned to Angel. "Right, Angel?" "Yes, Daddy is a super hero."

“I love it, daddy… I love the way you fuck me. I love the way your huge cock is fucking my sweet, tight pussy.” “Yrgghhhh!!!” Alpha Lucien groaned, the heat from his body seeping into mine. His right hand fell on my right hip, nails digging deeper with heads thrown back. “You taste good… You taste fucking good! And feel so fucking… arghhhhh!!” My moan slipped into the air, cutting past his own, as my orgasm washed into me. “Daddy…” I arched, quivering and trembling in sheer pleasure. “Urgghh!! Daddy… I… I am going to cum… I am going to fucking cum… on daddy’s fucking cock.”

He hugged him tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank God I finally found you, my child. I didn’t know what to do these past few days. I felt like I was losing my mind, going back and forth to the police for updates," Alexis said as Javi played. "Hi, Daddy! Are we going to play?" Javi asked, unaware of the situation. Alexis smiled and stood up to check if his son had any injuries. He sighed in relief when he saw there were none. At the same time, Yaya Sol was anxiously looking around, clearly nervous. Alexis noticed and asked what was wrong.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He doesn’t pull out, just collapses onto me as he breathes so fast. I stroke his hair, and my head is spinning, giddy to know that I’ve really done it. He’s smiling too. He breathes in my damp hair and holds me tight. “My perfect girl,” he whispers. “My perfect, beautiful little girl.” I’m so proud I could burst. He smooths the hair from my forehead, and nuzzles me, and I hope this never ends, Daddy and me.

I folded my arms with a pout, hoping it would work on Father like it usually did, but surprisingly, it didn’t deter him, instead… Father ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated. “You don’t understand, my dear,” he held my hands. “This battle isn’t one you can fight, trust me,” he lowered his head and released a long breath. “Right now, you’re my greatest weakness. What do the enemies do whenever they spot their opponents’ weaknesses?” “Eliminate it to make their opponents handicapped,” I answered, and realization began to dawn on me. I was my father’s weakness, so that means I’m the target. I’m the one in danger—the one they wanted to get rid of.

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

She was away with daddy for a few days, and I was at preschool when the two of them arrived. “You came!” I said, clapping my hands as I looked at her before she laughed and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed my cheeks, and purred as I giggled. “It seems to me that I have no place in that hug, do I?” Daddy said, making me squeal. Mom laughed and put me down before I ran to him. He was my hero, and though I didn’t know what it was that he did, I knew that he was always protecting the pack against those who wanted to hurt us. It was something that made him a hero in my eyes.