Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

My heart swelled looking at my beautiful mate. Daphne had chosen to wear a simple black cocktail dress tonight, with simple beading on the bodice, and a peek a book slit on the left leg. I swear that there was no woman that could outshine her radiant beauty. “We are lucky men, aren’t me?” Marcus asks as he comes to stand beside me.

, he wanted to confirm that she was completely okay with him doing this, “Yes, I am sure”, she yelled at him, he nodded and took off his boxers, letting his large and thick manhood spring out. Daphne’s eyes widened once she took in the size of his cock, it was very massive and she wondered how he would fit it inside her tiny whole.

Daphne and Viviana call out between whistles. “Damn, Emmy. Your ass…I wish I had curves like you. I feel like an asparagus admiring a juicy raspberry. You got it going on!” Daphne says, snapping her fingers, and shifting her head from side to side. I roll my eyes at her but I can’t hide my smile as I check myself out. I do look pretty hot.

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

___________________________________________________ Dad Mave was waiting for me when I arrived and I hugged him. “ My princess. What took you so long?” he asked me. He is Six foot five inches taller and I am only five-two. But we share the same red hairs and freckles on our noses. He is bulky like a mountain and his body is painted with gigantic tattoos. My favorite among them is me. Yes, you heard correct he has tattooed ten years old Daphne on his back. “ Ahh.” I groaned and continued. “ I got detention for being late.”

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

She started doubting the situation with her newfound information. "What do you mean by that?" Greta opened up a bunch of unusual facts. She started with one statement but ended up bringing numerous branches from the mainstream. David is a person who is into non-serious hard-core sex stuff. His mansion is filled with more whores than any brothel.

Daphne commented to Junko, Luther's bride. I caught Aaliyah rolling her eyes. "You could've had that too, you know? If you hadn't rejected Apollo." I looked at Daphne. She had light brown hair and fair skin. Her lips were pouty, her nose perfectly sculpted. But it was her eyes that truly captivated me—so expressive, the most beautiful feature on her face. "Apollo was pursuing you?" I couldn't resist asking, and all three women turned to me. "You know Apollo?" Junko asked, her voice soft and sweet. "How?"

Daphne, strode beside me, her long auburn hair bouncing with each confident step, her heels clicked the tiles loudly, I was dressed in a well tailored dark gray suit, My crisp white shirt and polished leather shoes added a touch of professionalism, Daphne’s Outfit matched my own in style, a body hugging Dark grey suit gown, talk about twin telepathy. Over the years she had learnt to walk at my pace and now we just walked in sync, the moment we stepped into the main building, everyone stopped their movement and turned to greet us with a bow, Daphne had a more commanding presence than I do and is a little more strict than I am. Sometimes when we argue it was her berating me for being too nice

CHAPTER NINETEEN 🔞 DAPHNE He didn’t have to tell me twice. I glanced at his dick for a second. It was long, thick, and veiny. His cap had a nice pink shade, a drop of pre-cum on top of it like icing on a cake. I dropped to my knees and held his hard dick, guiding it into my mouth. I could feel inside my mouth stretch to accommodate his thick length. Slowly I began to stroke in and out, my hands caressing his balls.