Novel & Cerita My Sexy Daughter

Claudia said calmly "I don't want it. fuck you." She yelled. "I don't care if you want it or not, Lucia. Good your good, return to wherever you came from or live here on a low key Quietly, like you never existed, and don't bother my daughter and son." "A son?" Lucia said and scoffs. "You also have a son? This is unbelievable." Lucia flared up angrily. "Get me out of here," she yelled and kicked the door. Claudia laughed.

, Dane asked with a smile as he look at his daughter. "Daddy......, of course I'm happy to see you... I miss you very much", Georgina said as she turned around with a smile on her face and hugged her father. "Daddy gets angry easily, if he knows I'm not happy to see him it will be bad", she thought as she held on to him. "Me too, I miss daddy too", Isabella said and hugged her father also, big sister did this, I'll do it too. For a brief moment, Dane forgot what he came to do and squat to their height so they could hug him properly basking in the fatherly feelings that was threatening to gush out from his heart.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

“Well, they don’t come from our pack. Maybe that is why you find their behaviour odd.” I appreciated the fact that she was trying to make me feel better about the situation, but it was not necessary. Regardless of what she said to try and make me feel more at ease about having them in my house, I wasn’t going to be at ease with it. A girl who I had fucked in the club like a whore, turned out to be my Betas underage daughter. How was I supposed to say something like that out loud? How was I supposed to tell her that every time that I looked at Samantha, I could feel something stir inside of me - whether that was desire or disgust, I did not know and I didn’t think that I wanted to know either

That petite body of hers, those plump pink lips, so inviting and seductive, her innocent looks… Yet, somehow she had this strong aura that could make any man obey her orders with just as much as a wink. I was doomed, but I was starting to make peace with my decision. Colby would have to forgive me for doing this, but I would also guarantee he would be proud of me for making his daughter happy. I was going to at least try. No matter how broken or damaged I was, or how f*cked up my life was. For Rosie, I would try my hardest. As we finally headed inside to start getting ready for the night, I let her go ahead first and take a shower since she’d need more time to have her hair and makeup done.

“Fucking my husband behind my back? Oh, darling, you’re not that clever.” I opened my mouth to protest—guilt, shame, something—but she cut me off with a sharp laugh. “Save it. I don’t care about your excuses. I care about what you do next.” "And you?" she said as she stopped in front of Christian, reaching out to drag a manicured nail down his chest, stopping just above his cock. He didn’t flinch, his eyes locked on her. "You’ve been enjoying my daughter’s tight little cunt, haven’t you? Tell me, does she fuck better than me?”

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

Just as Andrew was about to carry me away, Robert roared, "Put my wife down!" Before I could react, Lucy broke free from Becca's grasp and ran straight toward Andrew. "Andrew, my dad is a bad man! He's always bullying Mom with that bad woman! I don't want him as my dad anymore!" Andrew ruffled her hair. "Alright, Lucy. Come home with me." His voice was gentle, but when he turned to Robert, his tone turned to ice.

I was desperate. Dripping. Needing. I had never felt so exposed, so turned on by someone else’s pleasure, and yet the way she spoke directly to me made it worse, more intense. "Oh fúckkk," she whispered and yelled all at once. "That’s it, fúck me, make me yours. Your daughter is so goddamn sexy. Brittany, you’ve got to be the sexiest girl alive." Dad grunted, thrusting faster. She kept talking, moaning, teasing. Her eyes stayed on me. Every time I moved, she caught it and smiled. My body burned and my pússy ached.

Just one night or two with her would be enough for me, I want to be buried deep inside her. I headed over to the fridge to grab something to drink when I heard a noise, I turned on the light and immediately a loud feminine scream followed. I stared down at my daughter's Nanny who has her eyes shut tightly. She was wearing a flimsy night wear that showed and revealed more of her contours. I eyed the curvy shape of her hips, and the fullness of her breasts. Those tits that tasted like strawberries.