Spicy Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

“What was that, baby? Should we check if your little asshole is as tight as it looks, hm?” “Yes, Daddy, check my hole, test it.” Brad swayed his ass left and right, bringing it closer to me. “Eager, aren’t you? Well, let’s not keep you waiting then.” I leaned in closer, spread Brad’s cheeks open, and spit on his hole. I did it again and again until it was all nice and sloppy and the spit ran down to his balls. “Do you feel that? That’s your Daddy’s spit running down from your hole to your balls. You’re all nice and wet now, baby, and Daddy will feed his fingers into your tiny pucker. Do you want that? Do you want your Daddy’s fingers inside you, fucking you, stretching you open, working your

Thick fingers trace down my spine, over the curve of my ass, then dip between my thighs. “Daddy,” I moan loudly when two thick digits slide inside me without warning, twisting and stroking that spot that makes stars spark behind my eyelids. “So fucking wet, so fucking horny,” he praises, his voice and breath ragged. “This cunt was fucking made for Daddy. For his knot.”

Ariana already knew where this was going. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” Cami grinned. “Hot Doctor.” Ariana nearly choked. “Cami.” “What?” “Stop calling him that.” “Why?” “Because it’s weird.” “Why is it weird?” “Because he’s your father.” Cami shrugged casually. “My dad can still be objectively attractive.” Ariana rubbed her forehead. “I hate this conversation.” Cami laughed. “You’re avoiding it.” “I’m not.” “You are.” Cami tilted her head slightly.

“—tell me who’s your daddy.” The next thrust was brutal, deliberate, grinding deep enough that I saw stars. “You are,” I sobbed out, voice cracking. “You are my daddy—” “Louder.” He punctuated the word with another punishing drive of his hips, spanking me again—harder—while he kept fucking me without mercy. My ass burned, my pussy throbbed, every nerve screaming in the best way. “You’re my daddy—oh God—Mr. William you’re my daddy—” The words spilled out between screams, high and desperate, my whole body shaking like I might fly apart.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

“Why do I get the feeling that’s not just about the staff schedule.” A real smile crossed her face then, quick and sharp. “Because you’re not stupid. I like that too.” She glanced at Adriano, and something unspoken passed between them, before turning back to me. “Your father would have liked you. Daniel always said he wanted a daughter who has sharp wit, and is smart. Looks like he got his wish.” (I don’t know if sharp wit means “ask too many questions”, but I don’t want to say “ask too many questions”)

“Well, I’m certainly not most boys, but for me I guess I just want a woman with more substance to her. Most of the girls I go to school with haven’t made that important transition into being women yet. Now you, you’re a woman of substance. You’ve got dreams and ideas and a spine—no offense.” “None taken, as I’m pretty sure there was a compliment in there somewhere.” “There was. Matt’s always talking about how amazing you are. Now I can see for myself why he brags so much.” Ellie smiled as she pulled into the pizza parlor’s parking lot. Gregorio’s Pizza and Subs was the absolute best place in town to get pizza, and Ellie knew her son and his friend would love it. “Matt likes garlic butter sau

His tongue dragged slow and filthy from my clit all the way up to my tight little asshole, lapping up every drop of my juice like a starving man. I screamed, legs shaking, as he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth and flicked it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue. “So fucking sweet. My fucking sweet daughter.” My cheeks burned with his words, I bit down on my bottom lip. Two thick fingers shoved deep into my pussy without warning, curling hard against my g-spot and my eyes rolled into my head. while he ate me like he owned me. God, daddy ate me like I was his last meal. “Oh my god, Daddy—fuck!” I cried, grinding back on his face as he ate me like a five-star dish. “Your tongue feels so