Papa Kok Novels & Stories

Miller. No one is as big as my daddy's cock. No one.

Families would come too to have Papa’s ice-cream milkshakes. “Oh how romantic!” Anna exclaimed. I held her hand and we went inside. “Hey Papa Curt!” “Andrew!” his old voice spoke. “It’s been a while” Papa Curt was an old man in his early sixties. This Shoppe was owned by the Curt’s for generations. After Papa Curt, his grandson, Miles, would take over this Shoppe and eventually get the title Papa Curt. “It has. Could we get a vanilla and a chocolate ice-cream milkshake?” I smiled.

I was busy feeding Pia when she smiled and said ; " Nano papa. " " Ha ha princess Pia nice try finish your pumpkin and potatoes . One more spoon . " Pia giggled and ate . "Michelangelo. " I looked up and spoke; " Roma... Papa ." " You are a good dad . " " Thank you. Happy birthday papa."

Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision. “Papa, the man you’re pointing at is Luca Rossi,” I pointed out. “As in the Rossi capo that has sought tirelessly to overthrow you and bring everything you’ve worked hard to build to ruin. You’re entering him with warmth and tequila.” After my announcement, I expected Papa to frown, rain thunder on everyone, and order Marco to bundle the man to the basement and chop his fingers for daring to enter his home. I expected this sudden nightmare to end. But nothing changed, and Papa’s crooked smile stayed intact.

The second glass he savored, drinking slowly, lost in thought, as the weight of Matt's words settled in. Papa Mojo entered, his presence commanding attention. The rattling of bones and skulls around his neck was a familiar sound, a symbol of his deep connection to the spirits. Niklaus respected the old man's power and wisdom, honed from years of practicing the ancient arts of voodoo. "I see you've started without me again," Papa Mojo said, his voice deep and mysterious.

Papa’s shout distracted us. I looked to the side and saw Papa looking disapprovingly at us, his open laptop in his hands. A normal person would be embarrassed to have their father catch them making out, let alone making out with one man while another is behind you getting handsy. I, however, am not a normal person. I’m Zoe Petridis, and the Goddess saw fit not to give me a sense of shame or embarrassment. Instead, I focused on Papa’s laptop screen, where I caught a glimpse of my Mama.

“Hey, they would have their own families. They can’t just stay with us forever.” “Yeah… They can’t…” “You’ll have me… I’ll have you. What more do you need? Maybe we would have grandchildren.” He said, beaming. “This reminds me that the Pappa’s old couple will soon have a great-great-grandchild. Do you believe it?” “Wow… How old are they?” “Mrs. Aphrodite told me they are both 88.” He didn’t respond… And I continued. “Adam got a €500 tip.” “Lucky guy. Half a month’s salary in just a night. From whom?”

Marcus returned and leaned in to me. “Hey Poppie,” he spoke softly to me so as to not draw attention. “You wanna make an easy $500?” “How easy?” I said sitting up. ” Wait a minute, I don’t know, I’m kinda tired.” I just had two guys and I wasn’t planning on a replay. “And you ain’t gotta fuck no Niggas,” he said. I looked at him strangely. “It’s some Bitches that wanna get with you.” I looked at him to see if he was serious - he was.

A smirk of satisfaction formed on his lips, then with one more act, he pulled his finger out, then slammed it right back into my pussy. “Arghhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed, with tears rolling out of my eyes while I tried so fucking hard to loosen myself from the ropes. “Cum for me…” He said in a sweet tone. “Fucking cum on my fingers while I let you have the fucking taste of your sweet self. Cum…” My skin prickled, and my back arched completely, but just as I was going to cum, a loud knock suddenly filled the air, and a voice followed. “Hey… Dad, we are not done talking about the setup.”

I scoffed while pausing the movie. My cousins nodded in agreement while stifling their laughter. They know my Papa well. There is no way he’d give up his mate or anyone because someone demanded it. My Papa is the one who does the intimidation, not the other way around. Ignazio is a fool trying to play at a level he’s not ready for.