Novel & Cerita What Is Daddy Pig's Real Name

"Oh my gosh, Cassandra! What the fuck, seriously? Is that really his name?" "Yeah," Crayvin answers. He clears his throat and adds, "I got a hold of the son again. I just wanted to find out any information about him, like shots and such. He said everything was current and that Piggy here was his father's baby. He, uhm, named him Piggy after his favorite movie character in The Goonies." Tarra's shoulders slump and she nods hesitantly before rising back to her feet. My eyes hold their focus on Piggy, with his dark eyes looking back at me. I didn't notice it before, but there are small gray hairs around his eyes, revealing his elderly age.

Daisy was stunned, and even Caspian gasped. However, the giant white pig that became a little white pig quickly opened its mouth habitually and drooled. "There shouldn’t be a problem with this look." After saying that, it rose into the air and jumped over Caspian's left shoulder to look around. "You… You're the pig head just now?" At that time, Daisy finally came back to her senses and looked at the pig wide-eyed. The pig frowned, dissatisfied. "What pig head? I have a name!" then, it raised its neck proudly, “my name's Handsome!"

she asked slowly, "do you know he's Daddy?" Mia licked her fingers one by one. "He told us." She smiled, all sweet and careless. "He said he went on a big long holiday but now he's back and he's our daddy forever." Zack grinned so wide his cheeks puffed out. "He gave me a piggyback ride yesterday. He's strong. He said we can call him Daddy now."

“Little minion, you’re a d*mn scammer. Where’s the peerless bead that you promised? In the end, an old geezer came out. He’s a peerless Immortal Monarch. Did you intend to kill me with your deception? Why aren’t you dead yet?” Alex kicked it so that it flew dozens of meters away. “Curse me? Believe me, I’ll castrate you.” “Come, come. I’ve scared off the pretty sow anyway. My pig life is meaningless.” Alex took out the Xavion Sword and slashed at it. When Pigsy saw that he was serious, it almost peed out of fear and quickly begged for mercy. “Brother, I was wrong! Please don’t castrate me! I, the old pig, am still a virgin pig. My mom still expects me to carry on the bloodline...”

This man is delusional. "I want to know right now what the fuck is happening." I said as calmly as possible. "You see, you father here, isn't Paul Anderson. That's the shit he called himself, when he moved to the United states after he married your mother. He wanted to keep you a secret, but everyone in the bratva knew about you, my dear Violet. Your father's name is Konstantin Siankovski. A Russian Mafia boss." I couldn't believe it. My father was pure soul.

"But how about you?" "I will be fine." "But Mama. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was so scared last night. What if he'll hurt you again? We need to escape from here. Who is my Papa? Maybe we can ask for help from Papa's relatives or help from the police? I heard that bad guy say my Papa's name is Zachary ." "Yes, your Papa is Zachary, Zachary Anderson ." "Zachary Anderson? The son of Zoren Anderson, the owner of Anderson corporation?"

"Yes daddy! I'm your good girl!" "Hmm, let's see." "Oh daddy!" Susan called out in pleasure as his thick fingers thrust between her legs and into her quivering pussy. My own fingers slipped into my pussy and began pumping as hard as I could, imagining them as my own father's fingers. "You're wet you little pig!" dad exclaimed, "You do love being a pig!" "I'm your pig daddy!" she moaned, "I'm anything you want me to be! I...oh ow!" Susan yelped in pain as he suddenly stood up and she fell off of his lap. She hit the floor hard and cried out again as he grabbed her by her pony tail and dragged her to his knees.

We stayed joined against the wall until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking down my leg made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence of him

He growled as he was being pulled away. “Wait!” Dad thundered and stormed up to him. “Who is your Dad?” I furrowed my brow as I wondered why Dad was asking. Ricko gulped, but he straightened up and growled. “Diego San-Pedro. Lord of San- Pedro Mafia ring.” Dad chuckled. “Him?” Ricko raised a brow, confused. “Do you know him, I’m sure you know how powerful he is then.”

I remained glued to the floor and did not move from my spot even as he covered the distance between us and cast his dark, disrobing gaze on me. "I am sorry father." I uttered nervously, my voice barely above a whisper and he returned me an irritated growl. I quickly corrected my mistake, my sovereign of hell step- father hates it when I refer to him as father or Dad and I like most people who value their sanity and lives; I have never dared to call him by his name. He only wants me to call him daddy, which I have never minded, it was just another one of his rules. "I am sorry daddy… please-" Before I could even shakily utter the rest of my apology and provide the unattended fish in the oven