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he growled, wrapping one strong hand around her throat. “Letting that worthless boy cum inside your greedy cunt in the orchard like a cheap slut. Sucking my cock on your knees while your mother was nearby. And now here you are, tied up and begging for your stepfather’s dick. Say it. Tell Daddy what you are.” “I’m… I’m your filthy little whore,” Daphne gasped, voice strained by his grip on her throat. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” Jeremy aligned the fat, leaking head of his cock with her soaked entrance and pushed forward. The stretch was immediate and intense.

Nothing had prepared me for my son, half asleep on a dinosaur pillow, asking the one question I had no answer for. "You have me," I said. "And Grandma Clara. And Grace. And Oliver. You have so many people who love you." "But do I have a daddy?" He wasn't going to let it go. He had his father's stubbornness, and he didn't even know it. "Yes," I said. My voice cracked on the word. One syllable. The heaviest syllable I'd ever spoken. "You have a daddy." "Where is he?" "He's far away right now."

“One older guy I’m trying to fuck. He’s got a thing for girls touching each other. Figured a nice close-up of us playing with our tits should get his attention.” “No, Sash.” “I’m not taking no for an answer, Bet—” She cut herself off mid-word, eyes flicking over my shoulder. “Oh. Mister Gray.” I turned. Daddy stood at the top of the stairs in jeans and a fitted black shirt. Fully dressed. Looking completely normal. Like he hadn’t been standing naked in front of me five minutes ago with his heavy cock on full display. The unfairness of it made my stomach twist. “Hello, Sasha,” he said, voice easy. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

Kendra POV We pull into the drive of our big house. Daddy has not said one word to me on the way home. He was very quiet. I know he is mad, but I could not help myself. I was horny, and I wanted him right then. I wonder what he will do to me. Maybe he will give me a good spanking and then fuck me. Daddy parks the car. He looks at me and stares for a moment with his beautiful eyes. I love his eyes. I look down and notice he left his pants unzipped. Hmmm, I wonder why he did that. Is he that mad?

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

So I chose Dad over Daddy, over my biological father. Daddy married a lovely girl who was also hurt by him and she faced his cruelty. I know how dark he was but he was also one who helped Shikkoo mami and trained her in self-defence. He was also one who protected Aunt Aashmaan. Daddy is more and more protective over Arika than Uncle Arjun and Uncle Neil. My daddy is an angel for others but dark for his wife. His wife has a charming smile and I like her named SHAKTI which means powerful and effective.

He told me. "Ye..." Abruptly I gulped down my words when my father-in-law crashed his lips on mine, his strong hands snaking around my tiny waistline and he held me strong. "Daddy..." I moan-groaned into my mouth, his tongue digging deeply into mine as we both exchanged saliva together. Our bodies clogged together, it was unjust and unforgiving. This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son!

Something deep and dark and forbidden. It felt right to call Jay Daddy. I don’t know where this is coming from. It's not like I have deep-seated daddy issues, but Jay is my daddy. The man who takes care of me. The man I want to run to when there's a storm. The man who gets me so hot and bothered I’m tossing and turning and aching all night. And he liked me calling him daddy as much as I did. There was this animalistic look in his eye—like he couldn't control himself.

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.