Weird Strict Dad Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

" and I was the reason you were born" " what the hell was that dad? Haha" " In case you forgot haha" Oh God, thank you for giving me this kind of parent. END OF CHAPTER 40

He follows me down, covers the world around us with his shadow, and makes a promise I feel, not hear: Now that your dad is flying out, you’re done pretending. End of Chapter 5

We are clearly just friends. " No, it's not about him, it's my mum. I don't think she would support the idea of you bringing me home" "Your mum?" He said laughing. Did he just laugh? I muttered looking at him,this was the first I had seen him laughing in my entire life and I made him laugh. I don't know why but it felt good seeing him laugh. "Well, I kind of understand because my dad is extremely strict so I guess your mum is strict too and I can't go against her orders" he said.

He dragged the head through me once. “Tomorrow I stand next to my father,” he said. Voice low, wrecked. “You walk behind your mother. If I fuck you tonight, that’s what you’re walking with. You understand.” “I understand.” “Say it.” “Tomorrow you’re my stepbrother. Tonight I still want you to fuck me.” He pushed in.

I tapped open the iMessage, " HELLO I GOT YOUR NUMBER FROM MY DAD AND I JUST WANTED TO APOLOGIZE ABOUT WHAT I SAID OVER THERE I KNOW I SOUNDED RUDE OR CRINGE, MORE LIKE I DIDN' LIKE YOU SEXUALLY THAT WAS WHAT I MEANT." As I read the first paragraph, I hissed and dropped the phone back on the bed, "So they do like someone sexually?" I asked. "This is not good at all if he went to this extent to get my number from his dad. Aiden needs to be killed so badly." I stamped my feet on the ground and clipped my bra.

he growled, pushing just the wide, thick head inside me, just the tip and stopping. I whined, tried to push back, tried to take more, but he held me pinned still, his hands like iron on my hips. “So tight. So wet. So desperate to be filled by your Daddy. You know how wrong this is? You know if anyone found out… if your mom walked in right now and saw me about to split her daughter open with my cock… what would she say? What would she think of her perfect little girl, lying here spread wide, dripping and begging for her stepfather’s cum?”

Chapter 2 Fuck, my heart is pounding so hard in my chest it feels like it might burst right out as those heavy footsteps get closer and closer to my door. I keep my fingers buried knuckle-deep in my sloppy wet cunt, pumping them slow and lazy now just to keep that edge burning, my juices dripping down my ass crack onto the sheets. The door swings open hard and there he is—Marcus, my stepdad, standing in the doorway with his face all twisted up in this mix of shock and that raw, hungry look I’ve been dying to see.

Title: My Best Friend’s Dad Bred My Tight Hole Chapter 2 The next morning I woke up with a deep ache in my ass. Mr. Reynolds’ thick load from last night had leaked out during the night and left sticky trails on my thighs. Every time I moved I could still feel how open and used my hole was. It made me hard again just thinking about it.

Especially since he monitors my actions every now and then. “Of course, as long as your brother is there. Ask him to drive you home and if he can’t, text me asap.” He replied. I yelled in excitement. “Awee thank you, dad! You’re the best! Mwah!” I’m really a daddy’s girl. Growing up, I was close to mom but she's more strict so I chose to stick by dad’s side whenever things didn't get in my way. And trust me it works. But not everything has its perks. I could have gotten a boyfriend years ago if only dad allowed me to. Boys did not even dare to get close to me with just the stare of my dad. He said that it's a test for them that’s why he intimidates them first.

Dad is my homeroom teacher. He loves using me to assert his authority. He firmly believes that the more I suffer, the more the other students will fear him, which, in turn, gives him more authority. When I help my classmate pass an eraser to their friend, Dad slaps me in front of everyone until my face is swollen. When I sneak a bite of my friend's leftover chips after class is over, he drags me to the podium and pokes my lips with needles until I'm bleeding profusely. Later, the school's head of discipline, Mary Milner, catches a pair of students dating on school grounds. Dad insists that I'm one of the culprits. He doesn't even give me a chance to defend myself and drags me to the hallwa