Nala Daddy Novels & Stories

We are getting somewhere. “You want daddy to fuck you like a whore? You want my fat cock deep inside you?” “Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire. “You can still say my name. I'm offended.” “What–” “By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to fucking read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”

The supposedly invincible steel king is brought to his knees by a dildo. “Take me to Nala. It’s a command!” he demands and I comply and help him out. We are walking down the corridor with him leaning on me. He is now drenched with sweat and continuously winces while holding his chest. “Dad, what is going on?” “Nala is fucking a dead man.” “What? Dad…” “Shut up and hurry up,” he interjects. “I swear I am going to tear the asshole apart! Nala…is…mine…only..mine.” he adds.

He proved to be a great listener I wondered two days in if he’d ever wake up. This morning I went through the routine when my mom called me and our conversation ended up in her cussing at Peter because, in her words, he is a 'dirty man whore' Now I went into my newfound hobby of gazing at the man in my bed. I'd giving him a name too, Kel, after my dog I had when I was eleven. I couldn't still place where he was from because he didn't look American one bit and now that I think about it neither did those men.

"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.

It's also going to be mafia themed. With this, Daddy's Naughty Secret has finally come to an end. I'm glad you enjoyed the book and followed through despite everything. Thank you for your views, your likes and comments. I hope to see you all when I'm back with a new book ( it might not be the book two of DNS though ).

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.

“Nate, you can’t just go around calling anyone daddy. That's wrong.” “But he's mummy's friend.” “That doesn't make him your daddy.” She responded. The boy turned to glare at her. She sighed in return, having no idea what else to say to him. He was so obsessed with having a daddy that he would call anyone dad. Nick shrugged. “I don't mind. I like you so much. I don't mind you calling me daddy. Anything you want, let me know.” Nita’s heart lurched. What was he trying to do?

"I'm just heading out for a drink with my brother." "Don't get too drunk, okay?" "Yes, Mommy." He left, so I settled beside his mother. "Monic, you can call me 'Mommy,' alright?" I blinked, shy. "Po?" I stuttered. "Ah, Mommy, what happened to Daddy?" I asked nervously. "We had an accident," she replied. "Po?" "Zack, Zary, me, and their dad." "All of you?" I queried in surprise. "Yes, their father was in better condition than the rest of us."