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Jake sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance. I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on. "I don't fear you, Jake. Henry or no Henry, you can't intimidate me." He chuckled, a condescending smirk on his face. "You're just a pretty face who got lucky. Daddy's little girl, right?" I took a deep breath, refusing to let his words get under my skin. "I earned my place here based on merit, not because of who my father is. Can you say the same?"

" I quickly cut off my words when Marisa looked back and smiled. Asher just nodded and didn't say anything else after that. We sat in a circle at the side of the dining table with all my favorite foods. Dad prides himself on saying that he knows everyone's favorite foods, and at this table, all of our favorites are complete. I love spaghetti with shrimp, Asher loves ravioli and steak, Marisa loves seafood, and Dad loves cheeseburgers. "You should watch your dinner. Burgers aren't good for your cholesterol." Marisa gives advice. Dad just shrugged his shoulders. "Who cares? I still have you to take care of me anytime, sweetheart." Father placed his hand over Marisa's.

I tease him. “I really don’t want to know. But I want to know, are you happy?” Daddy asks as we take our last steps. “Yes Daddy, I’m happy. I love him,” I say with a smile. “He loves you. And my grandbaby is the most beautiful creature on the planet,” Dad says, looking forward. “Thanks, Daddy,” I kiss him. The violin cords play Aerosmith’s Don’t Want to Miss a Thing as I look down the carpet. I see Spencer as Steven Tyler sings “Treasure,” the drums start.

"Please, Daddy. I need your cock so much." "I know you always do, angel." He lowers his face to skim his tongue across my anus and down my center, delivering the shivers throughout my body. Following that, he spits on his fingers, then takes them to rub my pussy. I groan. He takes his hand, and strokes his cock, dripping a trail of spit from his mouth to land on it to act as a lubricant. "Where would you like Daddy's cum, my love?" "I need Daddy's cum in all my holes, please."

“ You are such a slut Nora , your father was being buried and all you can think of is being in the arms of the man that dumped your ass two years ago . I know , I’m sorry . Sorry doesn't change a damn thing Nora , you acted so stupid , I actually thought that it was a stupid crush that you will get over but I still can’t believe the fact that you are all over him . The way you guys were holding each other , it didn’t seem like an uncle to a niece relationship . What do you think would have happened if someone else had seen you guys . Yoy father just died and all you can think of is sleeping with his brother, for fuck said he is your uncle “ Ava yelled at me . “I wasn’t doing anything with hi

Daddy had so much cum built up after those last two times he fucked her ass without release! Cindy eagerly kissed her way back up to the tip of her father's completely hard cock and she looked up at his face when her tongue swirled around the bloated head. He groaned again and shook his head, but he couldn't stop her. His wonderful daddy-dick was hers to enjoy and she moaned in her throat as it filled her mouth. Eric couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight as his daughter once again sucked his throbbing dick and feasted on his cock juice.

It drives me crazy beyond imagination. “Fuck me, daddy.” I blurt out, not noticing the word I used to call him. I forgot to add. Yeah, I have a daddy kink as well. Never thought I would be able to use it someday. Before I can regard my choice of word, Spencer's grip on my hip hardens and his eyes turn black with lust. Good to know that I'm not the only one with this kink. At once, he rips my panty, making me gasp.

“Rich daddy?” “Lex Kross. He’s like a father to you, isn’t he?” “Yeah.” “Unless I see your beautiful face is busted, you have cracked ribs or bruises all over your body, then I don’t care if he has billions. I will cut his big D, cook it, season it with hot sauce, and feed it to him.” “You’re a little psycho, aren’t you?” I flinched, and Spade crossed his legs together. “If I ever lay a hand on your best friend, I’ll be the first one to—”

he cried out, throwing his head back. "Daddy!!" I cried out, squirming underneath him. He was merciless, demanding his next orgasm with his brutal thrusts. I was screaming so loud that I covered my mouth. Daddy lets out a disapproving growl, yanking my hand off my mouth. He grabbed my other hand, pinning them to the bed and intertwining them together. "Holy shit, that's so...h-hard," I squealed, looking up at Daddy. "This is what my little slut wanted, isn't it?" Daddy said in between breathless moans. "Huh? You wanted me to ruin this pussy, huh, little slut?"

There was nothing hesitant in his gaze—only that same heat, that same hunger that had been smoldering between us for far too long. "Mr. Damian..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath. He paused. His eyes lifted to mine—stormy, dark, and completely in control. "Try again," he said, his eyes darkening more. My lips parted, trembling. "Mr. Damian..." A small, wicked smile curved his mouth. "No, sweetheart." His hands gripped my thighs tighter. "It's Daddy. Call me Daddy." My breath caught. There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life.