The Fall Of Daddy Novels & Stories

For forgetting. I feel a finger on my cheek, firmly turning my face back towards the Mafia King. “You only have one father now, Fay. You have no ‘dad.’ Though if you’re really missing it,” he smirks cruelly at me here, his voice slow and luxurious, “you can always call me daddy.” My jaw drops open in shock and my face turns beat red. He laughs a little at my reaction. “Dad, seriously,” Daniel says, and I glance at him to see anger written on his face.

The room fell into dead silence. Marco stiffened as soon as he saw his father standing at the door. His cocky expression vanished instantly, replaced by dread. “D-Dad… umm—” Damian didn’t blink. His voice was like ice. “I’ll have a chat with you later, Marco,” he said calmly, too calmly. “But now… get out.” Marco opened his mouth, trying to find the words to defend himself. “It’s not what you think. I—”

Unfortunately, he also had absolutely no sense of timing, and I was beginning to suspect that the universe had arranged for him to arrive specifically to witness my slow and very embarrassing descent into madness. “Oh, and before either of you starts complaining, I already told him we’re here,” Yssa announced, looking between her father and me with the satisfied expression of someone who had just solved world hunger. Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Who is complaining?” “Nobody yet, but I know you, Daddy. You were probably planning to have some serious father-daughter conversation with me over expensive eggs, and now Bob is coming to ruin your little moment.” “I wasn’t aware I had a little moment

His little mishap was obviously forgotten. “ Arghhhh.. fuck! Ahhh!”, Ben continues to writhe in pleasure as the man is serving him his seventh heaven. He loves the man’s possessiveness, it’s like an aphrodisiac to his desire. Ben loves the man’s expertise in bed. He may be the sugar daddy but he never neglects Ben’s satisfaction every time they are together. That’s why Ben loves this situation even if he has to keep the secret of this powerful and influential man. Sex is always satisfying with him and he can’t help it but crave for more. Despite his little mishap, his sugar daddy is wholeheartedly serving him tonight with his expert tongue and delicious body.

His eyes were still crawling on me like slime. “Couldn’t I, Angel?” “Shut your mouth!” Daddy growled. The sound reverberated off the room. “Does it bother you?” Daniel’s gaze was shrouded with amusement and mockery, “Knowing that every time you fuck your daughter, you’re following in my footsteps?” He spread his hands. “I had it all first. You’re just replaying my recordings.” “You didn’t have anything.” Daddy’s voice cut through the room and the rawness in it made my heart lurch. “You stole my daughter. Staying dead is what you should have done.”

It's supposed to look like I collapse, having completely spent myself in my display of vigor, daddy supporting me in my last moment of exhaustion. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my anxiety turns into stiffness, and when I fall into the dip, my back doesn't bend anywhere near enough. I end up kicking my leg up out of habit, but since I'm not bent over correctly, the flying leg sends me teetering and I roll right off daddy's arm, hitting the ground with a loud thud. “Are you okay?” daddy asks, stooping down to help me up. But I jump to my feet, wanting to show that I'm not bothered by it at all.

“I’m not going to let him take you.” I swallowed. “You can’t fix everything with violence, Azrael.” “It’s the only language men like your father speak.” His phone buzzed and he picked it up, glanced at the screen, and his jaw clenched. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed a button and turned the phone so I could hear. My father’s voice came through, and I subconsciously shook in fear. “Mr. De Luca. I hope you’ve made your decision. Because if you haven’t… we’re moving locations. And I can’t guarantee she’ll survive the trip.”

I asked seriously. “He already left, and he’s not coming back.” Daddy answered before the two of them walked past me. My knees suddenly weakened, and I slowly fell to the floor as tears continuously streamed down my face.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"Let me help." He groaned deep, guttural. Hand fell away as he instantly let me take over. I stroked him slow. Firm. Thumb circling the head every upstroke. Felt him throb against my palm. "Daddy, just call me next time" He turned. Backed me against the tile. Water cascading over us both. I sank to my knees. Looked up at him - water dripping from my lashes, hair plastered to my neck. Eyes locked. Lips parted.