Tamod Ni Daddy Novels & Stories

My body felt tingly with every thrust. "Fuck Daddy," I whimpered, my stomach tightening as I rode the high that he brought with every hard pounding. "Nnggh...so g-good," "Look at Mommy," Daddy ran his fingers through my hair and pulled, lifting my head to look at the phone while he pounded into me mercilessly. "Let mommy see how good I make you feel, mmh?" "Mommy," "God, you're making me horny," mommy let out a moan mixed with a groan.

“Liam, listen to me, okay? Nobody gets to decide who your dad is but us. You’re my boy, and I love you. That’s what matters.” He tilted his head, his eyes big and curious. “But what if Uncle Damon wants to be my dad? He’s nice, Mommy.” I forced a smile, my chest aching. “He’s nice to you, sweetie, and that’s great. But being a dad’s a big job. It’s about always being there, not just giving you cool toys. You’ve got me forever, though. Always.” “Promise?” he asked, his voice small. “Promise,” I said, kissing his forehead. “You and me, we’re a team.”

“Uh-huh. You gave me that very important job to do!” “Well, you are a brave young man.” “Here daddy.” Tamara sat down between her dad’s legs, her hair down, waiting for her father to start brushing her hair. “Daddy, why are we blonde and mommy isn’t?” I leaned against the wall, taking in the scene, my heart aching. Nick was one hell of a father, and I knew those kids adored him. He had the chance to be with them all the time, yet he kept stepping away from it. In most cases, I wouldn’t want anything to do with a man who used me like he had, and on a personal level, I was furious with him. But I wouldn’t take that out on those kids. So, I had to suck up my feelings for him and let the

Riley did not speak She only tugged on her hands placed on the blanket with force, holding onto her hands tightly. Grace had a face of revulsion. "Why are you holding on so tightly! Could it be that your sister has thoroughly brainwashed you that you are no longer interested in men? You're interested in women now? Fuck, I don't want that! You, quickly let go of my hands..". Riley actually did not just want to hold her hands she just wanted to hug her properly! Hug her with force! "Next month is your father's birthday. Do you want to take the opportunity to return to the wong family in City A? To rebuild your relationship with your family?". Riley suddenly spoke.

Father said, frustrated by my silence. "What is there to say?" I asked. “I admit my defeat.” I said to him again. “Kandy, stop saying stuff like this. It’s only the best for you. Damon is a great guy and we are your parents, we would never want the bad for you.” Dad tried to make me understand. “Then why can’t you see that he is not good for me. He’s in the freaking mafia for goodness sake, dad.” “Lower your voice, young lady. Do not forget I’m your father.”

“—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.

“Do you think a human can withstand the scrutiny of the pack, the judgment of the Elders? You are nothing here.” I felt anger flare, hot and sharp, a counterpoint to my fear. “I may be nothing to you,” I said, loud enough for the Elders to hear, “but I am everything to my son. And as long as Damien allows me to be near him, I will stand. You don’t get to dictate that.”

Two black carts gleamed in the morning light as they drove through the winding private trail that cut through the family’s expansive land. Damon sat beside his father,a golf bag slung behind the cart,the wind ruffling his hair as they drove past rows of trimmed olive trees. “You’re unusually chipper,” Damon said as the cart bounced gently down the gravel path. His father chuckled eyes ahead.“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s a beautiful morning.No board meetings.No investors pestering me with calls.” “And no Felix pretending his Wi-Fi died just to escape dinner,” Damon added. That made his father laugh.“He’s always been a terrible liar. That one.”he said. “He blinked right before the screen froze.”

and “Wet For Step Daddy’s Best Friend” THE END!

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr