Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

I finally said and a look of pity and sympathy immediately appeared on her face. “I am so sorry zayn” I could feel the concern from her voice. “You don’t have to pity me my love, I have never felt like I was disowned. My dad didn’t want me to be a priest, he wanted me to take care of his mafia family after him” “What?” Ayita yelled and immediately covered her mouth, “sorry” “It’s okay,” I shrugged. “Your father is a mafia?” “Mafia boss actually, Italian mafia”

He turned back and kicked Joyce sharply. "What are you standing there for? Get on your knees and apologize to Henry!" Joyce froze. What did her father say? She was the precious daughter of the Foster family, born with a silver spoon and raised with privilege. Since when had she been disgraced like this? "I'm your daughter! How could you tell me to kneel to him?" "It's precisely because you're my daughter!" Terrence roared. "Henry's your fiancé, and you work together with an outsider to mistreat him? Who else are you going to kneel to, this fake 'daddy' of yours?!"

My hips wriggled against his, while his hands remained on my waist, plunging in and out repeatedly until I had lost count of how many times he had me yelling, screaming his name, until my voice was hoarse. It was hot in here, hot, and we were both sweaty. "Daddy, fuck." I let out when he yanked me to himself. "Who owns your pussy?" " Daddy." "I need a name, little princess." He searched into my eyes as he waited. "The name of who owns your cunt. Who fuck you so well that it has you shedding tears? Who owns you and your pussy?" "Jerald, fuck." I squeezed around him before jerking when my orgasm washed over me.

He didn't even know what to do anymore. Not until, there stood someone behind him. " Oh! " It was mocking. " Daddy finally opened the paper. " It was Mercury, and Royalty knew. He didn't turn around, and Mercury didn't care either. A taunting expression never left his face. " How does it feel knowing that the leader of the dead priest is going to be a dad soon? " He asked, tutting recklessly. " Tsk, you must feel so amazing. Don't you? "

Then she ran her tongue along the head slowly, savoring the tension in his thighs as he fisted his hand into her hair. “Is this what you wanted, Daddy?” Chloe asked, stroking him. “You wanted me on my knees for you, didn't you?” She traced him again with her tongue, kissed the tip and slowly ran her tongue around it before stroking him with the same intensity again. “Chloe,” Harvey's voice came breathless. “Tell me what you want, Daddy,” she stroked faster. He let out a rough groan, then found his voice to whisper, “Open wide for me.”

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

SEDUCING THE PREIST SIENNA RUSH (FL) — 37YRS FATHER BRIAN (ML) — 25YRS FATHER BRIAN~~ I had always believed myself to be a man of unshaken principles. Years of devotion, prayer and unwavering faith had built a fortress around my soul. One that temptation could not penetrate. Until she came.

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

My father gave me a reassuring smile before placing my hand in his. I walked up the steps with him. You don’t know how freaking nervous I was. My heart was pounding like it was going to punch a hole through my chest and fly away. We stopped in front of the priest. He was oddly dressed and held a big book in his hands. Once we were both standing before him, facing each other, he began reading from the book. I didn’t understand a single word—it was in a language I didn’t know. He kept reading for about fifteen minutes, if my guess was right.

It's like she took words out of my mouth and fed them straight to my dad. So he remembered my name now. Selfish evil man. “No. I'm here for Brittany, not you. Just stay away like she said. We don't need to deal with you and the negativity at the hospital, especially with this baby. Let us have this one good thing.” Out of everything said and done, this was the only thing that seemed to affect dad. He was displeased by that one thing, obviously very sad, which was so absurd because what manner of pure selfishness is that? Did he maybe think that this was probably how others felt when he did terrible things to them too?