One Direction Daddy Kink Novelas e Histórias

I just wanted to use him. I pulled back just enough to attack his neck. My lips latched onto the sensitive skin below his ear, sucking hard. I wanted to leave as many marks as I could. Even if Mila didn’t walk in on us today, I wanted her to see them there later and know I had been here, taking what I wanted from her father. “Goddamn,” Aiden growled, tilting his head to give me better access. Just like his daughter, Aiden didn’t know how to listen and follow commands. Guess we knew where she got it from now. “Mark me up, baby.”

"Fucking shit. Please don't stop, daddy. Don't stop fucking me. I want you to empty these big daddy balls inside my boy's fertile pussy. Want to fill your spunk in my gut making my belly big. Please make my belly big, daddy." Well, fuck. If I didn't already love my son, I'd love him after that. I was so damn lucky that I had Brad and that he accepted his father's particular kink. A kink that now, after hearing my son talk like that, had me ready to shoot. I drove my hips faster into Brad.

“Fuck. Say it again.” “Daddy, please—” “That’s my girl.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist, fingers ripping her panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning, curling perfectly, stroking that spot that made her see stars. She was soaking wet and dripping down his hand as he pumped in slowly and deliberately, watching her face. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark velvet. “So wet for Daddy. This pretty little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”

So, it was literally a one-night stand and the most lackluster experience of my life. But I knew having my daddy fuck me would ruin all other men for me. Because I only want him. “It was only once,” I gasped when he shoved in another finger. “I’ll be the only one who fucks you from this point on, isn’t that right?” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.

This is my gift for becoming one of his son’s whore. I got to work taking off my clothes, Daddy moved closer to me, he did not have his shirt on, I pressed my hands on his abs tracing lines on them. He turned me over, pushed my ass firmly on the part of his pants where his cock was. I breathed in sharply as I felt his cock on my ass. His big hard veiny cock. “On your knees Yara.” Daddy said, his voice was thicker than normal. He fucking wants me yayyy. I obliged. I went on my knees, stretched my hands backwards as I wanted for my hands to be cuffed. Daddy does not like how much of a disturbance my hands can be.

“No one else gets to fuck this cunt. No one else gets to make you scream. Only Daddy. I will fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want. Even right here in your school parking lot where anyone could hear how loud my baby girl moans for her father.” The risk, the possessiveness, and the relentless pounding of his thick cock pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, my pussy clamping down around him like a vice as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me. I buried my face in his neck and screamed his name, my walls fluttering and milking his shaft. Daddy did not slow down. He fucked me through my orgasm with deep, powerful strokes, his own release building fast. “Going to fill you up agai

“Oh God, Daddy, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I slam forward as he makes me come, slopping water over the side, and my hair is slimy with conditioner, pressed to my cheek as Daddy fucks me with his fingers and my ass burns and tightens. I’m a shuddery mess, my mouth open as he keeps circling my clit, and I want him in me. I want him in my pussy. I want Daddy’s cock inside me. “Yes…” I whisper. “Oh, Daddy, yes…” I jerk, and wriggle and hiss. His fingers keep on fucking my ass. My clit tickles and pulses and I cry out, my legs trembling.

“Uncle Rafe’s using your mouth. Uncle Dex is using your cunt. And Daddy’s going to use what’s left.” He dropped to the sofa, one hand on my clit, rubbing slow circles in my own juice, the other slick with it, pushing a finger into my ass. I jolted with my mouth full of Rafe, my pussy full of Dex, and Daddy’s finger stretching me, curling just enough to make me whimper. “Say the names,” Damian ordered, curling his finger, the digit sinking to the knuckle. “All of them. Or I stop.” I pulled off Rafe’s cock just enough to cry, spit was stringing to the head, “Daddy… Uncle Dex… Uncle Rafe… I’m yours, all of you, please don’t stop—”

I could still fight, but Father believed they would kill me before I even lifted a finger. But how was I supposed to survive with Duncan? I had a thing for this man. We’ve met a few times, and they weren’t good meetings, by the way. The first meeting, I stumbled on him giving one of the visitors he came with a mind-blowing sex. I stood fixated on the spot, my core throbbing with heat, begging to be the one in her place, while he yelled at me to leave. It took a few seconds to get my brain to work again, then send signals to my legs to move. It was embarrassing.

I have never had a woman so confident with my balls before, it’s a fucking huge turn-on. “Almost there, keep going baby don’t stop now. Please don’t fucking stop.” I growl mindful I need to keep my voice low since Dylan is in the room next door. Holy crap what the hell? My own son is next door and his ex-girlfriend is getting my rocks off with my cock in her mouth, whilst she grinds her clit on my thigh to get her own release.