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He seemed to be making an effort, but whether it was sincere or manipulative was still debatable. "I'm going to be his daddy for a while," I replied, my mind already back on the chaos of the night. "And that's not up for negotiation." Dom looked like he wanted to argue, but Marshall elbowed him in the ribs, silencing him momentarily. "We're serious, Dane. We've been thinking about it a lot." "About what?" I smirked, waiting for the punchline. Dom glanced at Marshall again before answering. "We're considering switching to the Daddy side ourselves."

Fuck, I was lying, everything wasn’t fine, I almost kissed his daughter. I glanced back at Riley, she smiled sinfully, and mouthed ‘liar’. I nearly choked. She bite down her lower lips seductively. Her father kept talking, something about extending the trip a few more days. I froze. “A few more days?” I repeated. Riley perked up immediately, smiling wider. “Yeah,” He father said through the phone. “Hope that’s okay?” I stared at Riley, at the devilish satisfaction in her eyes. “Yeah… no problem.” I clenched my jaw and the call ended.

One minute I was yelling at my husband, the next minute, I'm gripping his hair, begging him to make cum. Mhmm, delicious. Like that, Princess? Say it. Tell me what I like to hear. You want Daddy's tongue in your pussy? Fuck that's it my dirty girl. Cum, Zella. My cheeks heated up and I slapped a hand over my face. God, I hated him. God, I want him again. I swiped through my phone, reading Sasha's message that she had sent a while ago. “Give that old man a real chewing off. Don't forget to thank him for the dresses though!”

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

For a moment there, Lancer felt the person before him was his mate who loved to act. But it was not. It was his daughter who said those words that seemed cruel enough to pierce through his sensitive bones.. He felt his heart clenching and for some reason, the words that left her mouth feel far more uncomfortable than if she were to have another tantrum once again thrown at him. He quietly entered the room, placing the wrapped treasure chest beside her. “Daddy brought you your birthday present.. happy birthday Ana.” As he chose to ignore his daughter words, it earned him a light snicker.

“Your mother is my wife. She is in her room right now. Show some respect.” "Don't do this to me," I snapped. "Why not? You are my daughter,” he said. "I am a stepdaughter. We are not blood," I corrected. "Daddy, I am old enough to decide who I want to be with." "Old enough?” He let out a short laugh like this was all some kind of twisted joke. His grin flashed in the light, something obviously telling me he was pushing me to keep begging for his attention, which only made me boil.

the woman moaned, and I froze, snapping my focus from the massive cock leaking pre-cum just feet from me, to the porno on the screen. “I love fucking my little girl. You take Daddy so well, stretching around me so your cunt is strangling my dick until I’m gonna blow my wad in my daughter’s wet little pussy.” I felt my eyes widen at what I heard and what I was watching. My father was jerking off to… daughter/daddy p**n? I didn't know how to feel, how to react. Did this mean my dad was into this kind of stuff? Did this mean I could be wholly honest with him, and he’d accept what I wanted?

I lay beside Cynthia in the dark and listened to her breathe and stared at the ceiling and thought about a rust colored dress and the way Scarlett had said *he's good company* with that specific careful smile that she only used when she was trying to provoke me. It was working. I was a man who had negotiated billion dollar contracts across tables from the most dangerous businessmen in the country. I had built an empire from almost nothing through discipline and precision and the ability to remain unmoved when everything around me was designed to destabilize. One twenty-three year old in a wrap dress was dismantling all of it. I pressed the back of my hand against my mouth in the dark. Ethan

And a good boyfriend to Anna. "Daddy! I'm out of shampoo!" Casey yelled from the bathroom and I groaned as Anna chuckled beside me. "I'll get it for her" She said, pecking me in the lips. "Ok. Don't forget our date tonight" I reminded her and she giggled, standing from the bed and putting on one of my shirts and running out.. "You look sexy in my clothes!" I yelled after her. The End. This is the end of The Bad Boy Has A Daughter.

After a while she sexy talked to him into it and she took his hardon and slipped it in her pussy as he filmed them fucking wildly. I backed out of the doorway and my son never saw me. My mind wouldn’t stop thinking about the video. I had those same feelings about my daddy and nothing ever happened. I thought how lucky she was to have a boyfriend to play along with her unfulfilled fantasy of having sex with her daddy.