Novel & Cerita Stay Quiet For Daddy Kitten

I just shrugged my shoulder at him while putting on my seatbelt. "Still the same, nothing new," I answered sparingly but he just stared at me intently as if he was reading my body movements and facial expressions. "Stop whatever you're doing right now, Maclen. You're bad at reading someone's expression." I commented snickering at him. "You've been to Russia for five long months, Zuck. Are you sure you're still the same? Or you're slowly turning into someone, let's say like your father?" Maclen stated and for a moment it makes me think about his question.

"There. Now, I want you to be a good little girl for Daddy and not spill any of the tequila as Daddy pleases you. If you spill any of the liquid, realize that there will be consequences, and I prefer that you don't disobey Daddy so we won't have to go there—at least for tonight. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl. Daddy can't wait to taste his kitten." I lick the tips of my index and middle fingers and situate them on her entrance for me to rub, and she moans softly, trembling a little, as I witness the liquid wavering in the glasses. "Stay still, kitten. You don't want to

Her fingers loosened in mine. The sudden shift in her body set every instinct in me on alert. My wolf braced, ready for threat, though all she had done was stop. That was the thing about fatherhood—I had learned to read silences as clearly as words. Something had caught her heart, and in turn, mine clenched, bracing for what I didn’t yet see. “Daddy…” Her voice was soft, almost unsure. She wasn’t looking at me. I followed her gaze toward the adjoining toy section. The light was brighter there, throwing a sterile shine over neat rows of dolls. Painted faces smiled from every shelf, each frozen in perfect cheer. But her attention was fixed on one in particular.

"Look at you already desperate for it. You're such a little slut for daddy aren't you?" I nodded my cheeks hot. "Yes daddy," I whispered my mouth feeling wet now saliva building up. He reached down and pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out thick and hard. It was right in front of my face veins pulsing. The head was shiny with pre-cum as I licked my lips without thinking. "Who do you belong to Kitten?" he asked his hand in my hair gripping tight. "You daddy," I said, my voice breathy. "I belong to you."

This is not the time to be thinking stuff that will make me yearn for his touch and makes me horny. “ Evening Kitten, I slept so well. Did I make you uncomfortable in any way while I was asleep?” He asked as he sat in a sitting position on the bed grabbing our son who was pulling his hand from before reversing their position. I looked away from his hypnotic gaze as I said “ No, I slept well.” Alexander stumbled down on his Dad’s arms giggling because Clyde showered him with lots of kisses on his face and under his arm. “ Mommy! Help me! Daddy's torturing me.” He pleaded while reaching his hand towards me but Clyde took it down.

Without a word, Daddy peels it off and tosses it aside. He turns to me, his voice low and emotionless. “Strip.” I freeze. My fingers twitch, but my body doesn’t move. He tilts his head, eyes sharp. “Kitten. Strip. Now.” The command slices through me. My gaze flicks to the people on the sofas. They're watching. Their eyes are already on me. My pussy clenches. I’m soaked.

“Kitten... why were you hiding in the closet?” Her breaths were deep and rhythmic against my cheek. “Sorry... I was... playing...” She mumbled quietly. “I know I wasn't... supposed to...” Somewhere in my mind I could feel the pack link start to calm, the worried voices started to quiet down, and even Mother Nature herself started to quell. Soon the harsh booms and massive flashes ended, leaving only the comforting sounds of rain on the roof overhead. An intense feeling of peace enveloped me, and I yawned deeply. “Kitten, come on, you need to get to bed now….” Her quiet snores were all that answered me. “Kitten…” I frowned as I started to move, causing her cute face to crinkle slightly.

I relaxed against Lincoln to calm myself as Malachi leaves the lot. As we stop at a red light I climb over to his lap and nuzzle my face into his neck. "What are you doing kitten?" he asks quietly. All I can do is whine in response. "Are my babies in need of release from their earlier activities?" he asks while speeding out of the city. "Yes sir" I hear Lincoln quietly reply. I feel a sharp pinch on my thigh making me squeal. "Words kitten" he growls in my ear. "Yes daddy, please" I beg. I feel his length rising beneath me as he says "No". Something in his voice had this finality about it making me pout but rest against his hard body.

he asks me, setting the half-put-together kennel on the ground and coming to sit right beside me. My voice is suddenly lost to me as I nod my head in answer. “You sure?” he asks again. “Yes,” I said in a voice so soft, that it was almost a whisper. “Even with a daughter? Not many people think single dads are that much of a catch.” I hold his gaze, electricity building between us. Adrian lifts the kitten out of my hands and sets her on the ground at our feet without breaking eye contact.

No smiles, no words—only emptiness accompanied this awkward atmosphere. The sound of my cat broke the silence, creeping between the walls with a hungry turmoil that begged for mercy. “Dad, just a moment. I'll feed my cat first,” I said, fumbling around the room with a pounding heart. “Serena,” my father hissed angrily. Nimbly, I fulfilled my duty to my beloved black cat. As he ate voraciously, I combed his moons with a quick touch. “SERENA!” “Sorry,” I whispered, slipping between the hungry cries of my cat, who didn't want me to leave him.