Romans & histoires Our Father Who Art In Heaven

Mass had just ended, everyone was starting to disperse to their various homes but I sat there watching lustfully at father Kentucky. If truly wishes were horses then truly beggars would ride and I don't mind riding father Ken till my legs starts shaking from the force of his cock cause I know it'd definitely be huge and large and veiny and way more better than the cocks of those stout men I see in the pornography I watch each afternoon. I mean look how fucking tall he is, his Adams apple moving at each deep sound he makes with his mouth making me drip wet in my panties. I'm Melanin the only daughter and child of my parents and as fate may have it my Dad died just a year ago just the very day

“Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his girlfriend’s dripping his father’s load! But shit… the way you sent him away like it was nothing… god, that’s hot as hell. You’re such a bastard, but I love it—now what? “Or maybe… Daddy, you should fuck me one more time right here—hard and quick—so I can feel your cum gushing out while I text Lucian back and tell him I’m ‘fine.’ Make me your naug

I can literally imagine him raising his eyebrow at me. "It's really fine Dad. I can come by myself." That sounded extremely dirty, so I correct myself. "What I mean to say is that I can book a commercial ticket. No big deal." "You're intimidated by Anthony, aren't you?" His tone is surprisingly mirthful. I can hear the smile in his voice. "Of course not." I say immediately, giving myself away. He laughs and my heart warms at that. I wish he laughed more often. "You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you."

“Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.” “I said quality control.” Her father argues. “My daughter has a reputation and I need to protect it.” “I am a big girl now. I can protect everything on my own.” She pushes him toward the door. Peter grabs her cheek and gives Cassie a kiss on the forehead. “Grow up as much as you can, you’ll always be my little princess.” After her father leaves the kitchen, Cassie turns back to being busy with the chicken wings and fries more of them. Half an hour later, she goes to the living room with a big bowl of caramel popcorn and finds her father with aunt Gilda’s husband. He is a giant man with a kind heart and Cassie’s favorite male neighbor. Her favori

“Do you know how much money and resources I had to use these past 20 years to find you? Do you know how much of a headache you've caused for not just me, but your mother, your sister, brother, and the entire Kingdom! What were you thinking?” Art scuffed and stepped back, away from his father. “So typical of you! Here I was thinking I missed you, but then you opened your mouth, and I see nothing has changed!” Art said, his chest tightened. For a moment, he thought this reunion would turn out the way he always wished it would. But his father is proving that nothing will ever change. He will remain the same ornery, overly strict man he's always been. “Is that so? And what exactly hasn't changed

His chest rose and fell violently. His silver eyes were fixed on the altar. Then his gaze landed on Emma. His face went completely pale. His eyes dropped to her hand. Then to the hand holding hers. His father's hand. "No..." The word escaped him like a broken whisper. Jasper slowly turned. Emma froze. Ethan took one step forward. His voice shook. "Father..." The entire temple waited. Then Ethan shouted, "Don't do this." His eyes returned to Emma. "You can't marry her, Father!!!!!."

My father beamed every single time someone reminded him how deeply grounded his daughter was in the faith. If any of those hypocrites could hear the dirty, desperate thoughts hammering inside my head while the opening hymn dragged on, they’d have dragged me straight out of the pews and called an exorcist. While the choir droned on, my thoughts were a complete gutter of hot, unholy obsession. I wasn’t listening to the lyrics. My eyes were locked on the raised wooden platform where Pastor Timothy sat, radiating an untouchable, heavy authority.

Arthur walked slowly through the door. He wore a long dark coat and gold-framed glasses. He carried himself with the authority of a man who had spent his life at the top. He had grown old, but I would never forget his face. The whole room went silent. "Judge Veyra." Arthur looked at me and said in a grave voice, "I am Seraphina's father." He did not recognize me. Of course not. My mother and I meant nothing to him. He had cast us aside with a single word.

The other slid down my spine and settled on my ass, fingers spreading me open just enough to feel the slick evidence of what he’d already done. I made a broken sound into his mouth. He pulled back just enough to speak against my lips. “I’m going to take you home. I’m going to clean you up. Then I’m going to fuck you again until the only name you remember is mine.” “You’re my father.” “I know.” His eyes didn’t flinch. “And you’re still going to come on my cock tonight.” The elevator ride down to the private garage was silent. His hand stayed on the back of my neck the entire time, not tight, just present. Ownership. When the car door closed behind us, the tinted windows sealed the city out.

If only he hadn’t had a father so heartless. “Say something!” Logan shook me hard by the shoulders, having completely forgotten what he’d done to Artie. “Do you remember the last time you saw Artie, seven days ago?” That day, Artie’s face was flushed bright red as he collapsed into my arms, struggling even to breathe. Yet Logan merely glanced at him and deemed he was only pretending. If Logan hadn’t stood by and done nothing, then Artie would never have missed the chance to be saved! Artie was dragged to his death by his own father!