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He slammed back inside me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other spanking my ass hard. I came again, screaming as my pussy clenched around his thick cock. Uncle Rajesh kept fucking me without mercy. He pulled my hair, spanked me, and whispered dirty things in my ear until he finally groaned loudly and came deep inside me, filling my pussy with hot, thick cum. He stayed inside me for a long time, breathing heavily against my neck. Then he kissed my shoulder softly and whispered, “This is only the first night, beta. Your father will be gone for many days… and I am going to fuck you every single night until you can’t walk properly.”

Would anyone else have been as calm as Dominic while speaking with the captives to get information for the next mission? Since he claimed he's been trying so hard to understand the motive behind his father's intention to take my parents out, what else could I do but believe that? If he was truly involved and his father didn't remember to mention that in the notes he left, how would I ever find that out? Many people have believed a lot of lies, not because they wanted to, but because of how beautiful those lies were, how it helped push their own agenda, or simply because there was no available truth to believe.

… The next day, I stayed home. I sat in the living room, all focused on sewing clothes for my son. Logan was a regimental commander, often admonishing Artie and me to be frugal and not to live beyond our means. Although Artie was too young to understand, he knew his father was a great hero who protected our country, so he had never made any demands of Logan or me.

The bad ones who only pressure their children, hurt them, or those fathers who can trade their families for their ambitions. But after seeing Gab's father today, I understand where he's coming from. Gab didn't just lose his mom. Tito also lost his wife. He lost the woman he vowed to protect and love for the rest of his life. Even though I'm not Gab's father, I know he's doing what's best for his son. Fathers can make mistakes too. They're humans just like me, just like the rest of us. They get hurt too. They make bad choices. But at the end of the day, they have hearts too. They learn from their mistakes, and that's what matters the most.

First he gets the mother, then the father. Enjoy.. ****** The story sounded like it came from a braggart who would tell you whatever he believed you would believe just as long as it made him look like a stud, except that I knew the man telling the story and I believed him.

He always gets like that when he thinks of his mate, with a smile that grows fondly. I have two other dads, Alessandro and Damon, and all of them rule Green Mountain with their Luna Queen–my mom, Trisha. Multiple mates are a thing in my family, at least for the women. I’m glad I’m a guy. “We all did things when we were young that we absolutely, positively wouldn’t want any of you kids to do,” he says finally. I raise a brow. “Oh? Got a few secrets to tell me, Dad?” “Not in this lifetime.”

Following by a message: “That’s probably the first time I'm going to be honest with y'all. "Has been five years I have been in this game and as I was getting bigger and famous I forgot what is truly important in life. Since a teenager, I always had someone that looked out for me. I was a father the first time at eighteen and later again at twenty-one. I have two beautiful babies that were my word and the reason I wake up every day. I'll not expose them because I want my girls to have a normal childhood but I needed to tell the world I have a family. The reason my girls are so well cared off and I was able to get where I am today is the father of them and the love of my life, Adam. The things

"Thank you...Papa. I can't wait to make our own memories with the rest of those closest to us. I would certainly love to know more about my father's antics as a child." My words seemed to make a massive impact, prompting the King before me to grant me a wide grin despite the tears that leaked through and trailed their way down his cheeks. That singular moment of acknowledging him as my Papa meant a lot to him as it did to me. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have two fathers who love and care for me...Thank you, mama... "Oh, there are so many embarassing stories I could share with you..." "No the hell you won't, big brother. I will not have you telling our daughter about my less than s

Then she stood up and made her way to the kitchen. The father looked at his son keenly and smiled, knowingly. Then exclaimed. “So you want me to tell a story! right?” Frank Dubila quipped. “Yes dad, something good and original” Junior confirmed with style. “But my son, I’m not Scheherazade of The one thousand and one night. I am just your dad, living in a contemporary era...” looking at him as he reposed on his arms, “…reading books and trying being your dad and make you laugh.”

I look at his frozen arm, almost on my shoulder, then I strain to look at him. “I’m sorry… It’s just. Dad stuff, you know?” Nicco scoffs softly, turning to where his mum went, “Yeah, I know.” He has a story to tell? Damn, between the two of us and Leonel, it seems like it’s international “Fucked Up Fathers” day.