Novel & Cerita Naughty Daddy

He wanted to get drunk and forget about that woman. She was haunting him in his dreams, and he would always wake up with a massive hard-on every morning. And what he hated the most is that he ends up jacking off in the bathroom just to make his soldier calm down. He's like a horny teenager. “Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes.” Phoenix was pulled from his deep thoughts when he heard his father behind him. “Dad.” The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand.

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 ).

He glared at Avery and rebuked, "What do you think you're doing?" He was irritated. How could there be such a careless nanny in the world? Did she even understand his son's physical condition? Would she take responsibility if he fell ill? Avery looked up at his highly annoyed expression and pushed him away, but he didn't even stagger from her push. It was as though her weight had no effect on him. "Damn, you dare to push me," Elliot fumed. Just then, a childish voice interrupted their argument. It was Daniel. "Daddy, I'm hot."

“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?

It turns out that his baby even rebelled in the car. "I want to be with my real daddy," Farel sobbed as his hands knocked hard on the door next to him. "You're bad." "Don't be like that. We already agreed." "No! I don't want to! My father is Adrian, not Keenan. Why don't you understand? I want my daddy, just my real daddy!" The voice just now made Lily's patience erode even more. Not to mention that it was the first day of her monthly guest's visit. Emotions could not be controlled properly.

Dad watched as I ate not evening trying to make small talk. “Your mum is very disappointed,” he started when I was done with the sandwiches. “We expected a stun like this from your brother not you. Not because we are sexist or misogynist. But you seemed more the type to say no to temptation or undue influence.” I rolled my eyes and turned on the bed. He paused his speech to see if I was okay. “Remember when you elected to take a vow of chastity at 8?” He chuckled. “And when you decided to wear a purity ring sophomore year of highschool when every other person was worried about losing their virginity.”

“It feels too good, daddy.” “That's nothing,” he says. “Daddy's about to stick you with something a whole lot bigger.” Daddy drops his pants, pulling out a monster cock, thick and throbbing, engorged by his daughter's willing body. Daddy pulls it taut, demonstrating just how big his cock is. I don't know if it's any bigger than a normal guy's, but from this angle, it looks way too big to fit into my tight pussy! “Daddy! You can't! You can't put that in me!”

“Daddy… he’s watching… oh god, I’m so full—your cock and the ice… I can’t—fuck—” “Yeah, baby girl?” Dante rasped, leaning over me so his broad chest pressed hot and heavy against my back. He angled the phone lower, giving Victor an even better view of his thick cock stretching my pussy wide open. “You like knowing my father is watching you get fucked like a dirty little whore? You like showing off how well you take Daddy’s cock while he watches every thrust?” “Yes—yes, Daddy,” I sobbed, pushing back desperately to meet every brutal thrust, my voice cracking. “I love it… I’m your little slut… fuck me harder while he watches—please, I want him to see how deep you go—”

“What exactly is this girls’ night?” “Club.” “Cami.” “What?” “I’m exhausted.” “You’re young.” “So are you.” “Exactly. Which means we should be out dancing instead of acting like we’re forty.” Ariana snorted. “You realize your father is literally forty.” “Forty-one,” Cami corrected. “And he’s basically a robot.” Ariana’s stomach flipped. “Why do you say that?” “He works too much. He doesn’t date. He doesn’t have fun.”

I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.