Naughty Babe Novels & Stories

More like moan. He just hums and continues kissing me. "Baby,stop." I say a bit louder. He doesn't listen. *flashback continue* "Please don't do it. Please. I don't want it." I beg as he pulls my underwear down. "I think you do. Being a bad girl on purpose. You want daddy's cock. Naughty girl." He says smirking sadistically. "No Tommy. Stop it. Stop! I don't want it! Stooooop!" I scream.

This annoying girl! "Babe wait me! You must believe to me. I'm pregnant. This is yours. This unborn child is your child. Listen me please." asked this girl. I printed it hard. She sat down on the ground. It sounded as it fell, like a rotten jackfruit falling to the ground.

“And breech babies can be turned, can’t they?” Knight blushed when he found me gawking at him. Color spread through his cheeks and down his neck and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously as I continued to gawk at him. “I…couldn’t sleep last night…so I read a bunch of books on kindle.” “You read pregnancy books?” I asked dumbly. “I wanted to stay prepared for everything.” Knight said solemnly. “I want to be there for you whenever you need me. I want to be a part of your life and our baby’s.”

I slap her ass and she yelps. "Stop it!" "Stop what?" I smirk and she narrows her eyes at me before grabbing her purse. "Make sure that you have your phone, do you need me to drive you?" "If that's okay." "Its always okay." I stand and kiss her forehead. "Just let me get ready." "Okay." # Ben. bEn What kind of lazy parents would name their child Ben? "Hey Samuel," he greets as Loa gets out of the vehicle and I nod at him. "You don't need to worry, I'll protect her," he tries to assure and I can't help but size him up.

Arya POV Playing with Mathew was so fun, he kept calling me baby. Not like the sexy baby kind you call your girlfriend, the real baby baby. You get my idea, even with his teasing I loved playing with him. We first played on his PlayStation and he let me win calling me a cry baby when I got mad for losing for the fifth time in a row. He told me he got a daddy, his name is jay and he's a part of the family. Mathew isn't he help with his daddy work sometimes but he mostly like to paint and he's really good at it.

There is a photo indicated in mama's email. Long straight hair, with her gray eyes. Her natural eyebrows are thick and her nose is pointy. Accompanied by her perfect lips that’s pinkish. Fuck! Is this one really a maid? That was my question when mama sent it. And since then, mama has always sent me pictures of Zella. Damn! I'm always excited whenever I received an email. And sometimes I get a bad trip when the email doesn't come from mama. She's fucking too attractive to be our nanny. Not to mention her perfect body figure.

"Mommy says eating too much candy causes cavities, and wax bottle candy is unhealthy." Beau stuck out his tongue and made a face. "I have a new mommy now! The old one can't boss me around anymore!" He added while pouting smugly, "Niamh told me to share these candies with the other kids—except for you, you fat pig!" Bambi was built sturdy and strong, standing in stark contrast to the naturally frail and skinny Beau. In the past, Elara had taught Beau not to copy other kids and call Bambi names, but now Beau had become completely unruly.

Crazy! I sent the video to Aston, who is a piano teacher. The opinion is the same. The kid looked a lot like Jayden. I don't want to make this a presumption. So I went to the attic and got an old album with our portraits. Sure enough. The viral little boy's face looks familiar because his face was Jayden's face when he was little.

I dropped to my knees and opened my arms just in time to catch him. Milo. My son buried his face in my neck, smelling like baby shampoo and cookies. "You're home!" "I'm home, baby," I whispered, hugging him tight. I pulled back to look at him. He was four years old and the light of my life. He had my nose, but his eyes... his dark, intense eyes were not mine. They belonged to a stranger I met in a dark club four years ago. "Did you be good for Abuela?" I asked, smoothing his dark hair.

My lips barely grazed the curve of her neck when— "Nay-nay and Ca—OH!" In an instant, Rena spun, catching Noah just as he bounced dangerously close to the edge of the bed. The little menace giggled, completely unfazed. Rena pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, turning to face me with a knowing smirk. "Your Uncle Armani is naughty," she said, eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite name. “Naughty Caca!” Noah sings, bouncing gleefully. “Naughty, naughty Caca!” “Yes, yes,” I grumble, ruffling his damp curls before stepping back.