Touch Me Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And you don't touch what's mine without permission." "Then touch me," I whimpered. "Please, Daddy, I'm so wet for you."

Before I thought about it, my hands moved and it traced the lines of abs like it was something out of a dream. And slowly, my fingers moved down. Until it got to his dick. I wrapped my hands around and I stroked it. He stood stiff under my touch. Like he just wanted to feel. His eyes were shut and he threw his head back. “Look at me daddy.” I whispered softly. He opened his eyes slowly and his eyes met mine. I bit my lips. Moaning as I touched his cock. My other hands flew to my breast and I squeezed on it gently as he watched me.

My body stiffens like a rock, my back arches, pinning my shoulder to his chest, and causing my perked-up breasts to shoot out. “Ahhh… Yes…” I bite down a sob. “Touch me…” I roll my hips against his erection. “My pussy belongs to you.” I hear him chuckle. I bet he knows that already. “Open your legs for Daddy.” He doesn't fully let go of my earlobe. It's hard staying sane, not when two delicate things are being teased at the same time. My trembling legs finally untangle and I drag them apart, spreading out for Daddy. He crawls further into my pants, fingers not only brushing against my sloppy cunt, but touching it!

"I just... I need to be touched right now. You understand, don't you?" My will power cracked at that moment. My intoxicated daughter and her young, perfect body breaking me down completely. I massaged her breast over her nightgown with one hand, while my other went up under her clothing and found her other breast. It fit perfectly in my hand, her nipple small and hard against my palm. "Oooo, yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy."

“Look at you.” I didn’t understand what he said. I just wanted him to touch me. “Will you touch my pussy?” “This dirty mouth will get you in trouble someday.” His blue eyes darkened, his thumb pressing on my bottom lip. “And haven’t I taught you manners? Do you want more punishment?” I licked his thumb and peered at him. “Please touch my pussy, Daddy?”

“Relax, babygirl. Let daddy do all the work.” He peppers me with tiny kisses, moving from ear lobe to cheek to chin to lips. Daddy's fingertips graze my arms, a simple act all the more powerful to my excited body, making me shiver as he passes up my arm to my neck. He traces my collar bone, running down my sternum, circling his fingers under my breasts. It's like torture! So long without touch, so long pining for daddy as I worked my ass off to get my body moving again. And now... now he teases me! He torments me, my body struggling against the bed, wanting to rise up

"Are you my daddy?" ***

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."