Novel & Cerita Stay Quiet For Daddy Kitten

Like Superman holding a baby he saved from a war. Needless to say, my cunt is as wet and slippery as possible. “Yes, that's good.” he praises softly as the line flicks, flies, and lands with a soft plop in the still water. “Good girl,” he compliments and I savor it like a child. Why do I want to say 'Thank you, daddy' so badly? I need to stop reading and writing too much smuts. He moves away and we wait. The kitten makes a noise like she wants to see. “She’s cheering for you,” Jaxon says in a deep, low voice that makes me giggle.

he added. “Don't call him your daddy anymore. Even if he is, he should earn the title and your protection… We are not a charity organization. Do I make myself clear?” She looked from one to the other. Seeing they don't want to obey, she raised a brow, daring them to be rebellious. “Yes, Mom.” they both answered. She nodded and after a while, asked, “What happened at Mr. Walkers' party?” “Mummy, they were bullying Daddy, especially that old man!” Aiden pouted.

“Fuck me, Daddy." “Good girl.” He brought my legs up his shoulders and then went harder, he pounded me so fucking hard that at first I moved sideways as my cum got hotter, it wanted to be released but daddy asked me to wait for him. “Oh fuck. I'm close," he groaned, going on until finally he slowed down and there I felt a liquid rush into me, and that made me release my own.

I climbed onto the bed, he helped fix a pillow under my belly, I gripped the other tight, and pushed my chest down while arching my hips high in the air. My robe was bunched around my waist, leaving my ass and dripping pussy completely exposed. Daddy grabbed Joan, my favorite stuffed animal, and placed her right by my face. “Moan into her, kitten. She’ll help you keep those pretty sounds down while Daddy plays with your needy little cunt.”

“I was wondering if my kitten still plans on running away from me." “No," she said softly. Spank! “Louder, kitten." “No, Daddy. I won't ever run away again. I promise. I'll always be good." I smiled at her begging and felt a surge of energy rush through me. I wanted her terribly. “Good kitten. That's what I like to hear. Now lie down and close your eyes.” She got off my lap, crawled on all fours to the bed and lay on her back. I savoured the anticipation on her face as she waited for my next move.

My hands fly up to my face, partly because I don’t want him to see me like this and partly because if I don’t cover my mouth, I might say something even uglier. He leans forward slowly, his voice dropping to that soft, deep tone that always feels like it’s wrapping around my ribs and holding me still. “Kitten,” he says, and the sound of it is enough to make my throat tighten even more. “Listen to Daddy. Please… stop crying.” “Kitten, look at me,” he says, his voice quiet but heavy enough to pin me in place. My eyes flick up because no matter how stubborn I try to be, I always look when he says that.

A growl escaped him, arousal evident in the gravelly edge and she could almost picture him adjusting himself, his dominance warring with the pull of her submission. "Fuck, kitten! you're playing dirty and making it hard to say no. Always so desperate for daddy's cock, aren't you? Fine… I'll wrap it up and head back. But it'll be late, past midnight. Don't pout if I'm not there to pin you down right away.” A secret thrill bloomed in her chest, happiness bubbling despite her feigned nonchalance. "It's okay, daddy. I'll wait. Just hurry back to your kitten. Drive safe."

I grip a fistful of her curls and tug hard. “If you scream again, I’ll kill you.” I threaten. Her eyes widen and she nods. “Good. Now, I want you to get on your kneels.” “Please, don’t do this!” “Shut up and get on your fucking knees.” I shout at her and she drops to her knees in front of me. She is still trembling. “Good.” I take my cock out of my pants. “Now, go ahead and put this in your slutty little mouth.”

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

He added a second finger, stretching her, pumping slowly while his thumb brushed her clit in feather-light strokes. Every time her breathing quickened and her thighs began to tremble, he slowed or stopped completely, leaving her dangling on the edge. “Please, Daddy,” she gasped after the third denial, tears of frustration pricking her eyes. “I need it. I’m sorry for being bratty—” “Not good enough.” His voice was calm, controlled, but she could feel how hard he was beneath her stomach. “Tell me who you belong to.” “You,” she whimpered. “I belong to you, Daddy.”