Peerless Dad Raw Novels & Stories

Dad was on the couch, but sleeping, his head turned away from the television that was showing some sports show. "Oh, damn." I whispered, licking my lips and already feeling my pussy heating up. Dad was only wearing a pair of shorts and my eyes hungrily worked their way over his scantily clad body. My father was a personal trainer and led by example. His stomach was flat and hard, his shoulders broad, and even relaxed, I could see the muscles in his arms. Speaking of muscles, my eyes lingered on the one in his shorts. I wondered if dad was having a particularly good dream because the bulge was pretty damn big.

she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

The toddler was fussy and refused to eat properly unless his father fed him personally. The office ladies who saw this scene a few times couldn’t help but pity both men. While they were intimidating as bosses, their more vulnerable sides as inexperienced parents helped reduce the gap between them. Mustering enough courage, some ladies offered Favian and Richard advice about parenting and even offered to watch the child on their lunch breaks so that the two men could get some rest.

In the interrogation room, the abductor leaned back in his chair and laughed at Dad. "Mr. Carter, did you like your daughter's heart? She was the most perfect work of art I've ever made. Her hair was so black and smooth. I plucked it out strand by strand and played with it between my fingers. Her skin was so pale as well. I kept it in formalin so it would last. I wanted to preserve her beauty." Dad's brow tightened, and he slammed a hand on the table. "Enough nonsense. You won't be able to confuse me by fabricating stories. Tell me the truth about why you killed that couple."

He only stared, his lips trembling as he failed to force out a single word. Uncle Ray reached down to pull him back. The sound finally broke out of him. A raw, guttural wail cut through the falling snow and echoed across the empty neighborhood. It was the kind of sound that made something inside anyone who heard it turn cold. "Kellen! My Kellen!" He pressed himself against the ice, reaching toward me but not daring to touch, calling out again and again. "Come back! Dad was wrong! Dad will never say it again! Please come back!"

"I'm not suffering, Dad. As long as you're okay, everything I did was worth it." At that moment, all the hatred and scheming vanished into thin air. I was no longer someone obsessed with revenge; I was just a child terrified of losing his dad. As long as Dad was still here, everything I had done had been worth it. … Dad's condition improved day by day. With the support of the donations, we got the best anti-rejection medication and hired the most experienced caregiver. Color gradually returned to Dad's face, and he was even able to get out of bed and take a few steps with my help.

My dad let go of Leland and he fell on the floor gasping for breath as he held his injured neck and glared at me. "Leland doesn't want your daughter, deal with it!" Rhian screamed at my dad as she tried comforting Leland. "And he doesn't deserve her," my dad said as he cupped my chin in his hands and looked me straight in the eyes affectionately, " Cause she's pure unrefined gold," he said, smiling at me sweetly. I returned the smile even though I was hurting. But hearing my dad speak about me like that made the pain a little less painful.

Cameron stood frozen in place, and his parents were seemingly unable to believe what they had just heard. "My son, how did you get HIV? Could it be that the hospital made a mistake?" Betty asked in disbelief. While shaking his head weakly, Cameron replied, "I've gotten tested many times. It's always the same…" Betty and Ronald, who had initially been holding his hands, unconsciously let go and even frantically wiped their hands on their sleeves. Cameron never imagined that even his own parents would reject him.

I ask him, while he's under the spell of the transmitter's signal. "We were business partners." Dad answers, in a flat, monotone voice. "I was the financial backer for his latest invention, the Neuro Submission Transmitter." I almost fall off my chair when I hear dad say this. The muffled moans from the couch are getting louder and more urgent. I turn my head and see Danae's ass humping arduously against Janet's mouth, while Janet is bucking her ass off the couch against Danae's face. I have trouble pulling my eyes away from Danae's sleek golden body, especially her smooth, round ass cheeks.

Waiting out in the lounge at my father’s law firm, I struggle to sit still. I’m so nervous about how my dad is going to react about the video. I know Jace and I are both adults, but come on, what parent wants to hear a guy call their daughter a whore, and other dirty things as he is about to have sex with her? Yep, this isn’t going to be pretty at all.