While Daddy Is Sleeping Novels & Stories

“Daddy!!!” (STOP IT!!!!!) ~~~~~~ I shoot up in bed, what is going on? I feel tears streaming down my face and my pillow is damp with sweat. I look over to my mate and the dread is coming down in waves. Her tears are flowing freely in her sleep, and she is calling for her dad. My heart is breaking, what could she be dreaming?

Alex sighed in his sleep. _Dada_.

My eyes shifted to one of them as he asked already pouting his lips I bit back a chuckle as my eyes darted to my shirt that they had playfully drenched with their chaotic bathe. Even if I had an intention of leaving earlier, that wouldn't be possible anymore "No buddy, Daddy is staying, you have to close your eyes and sleep okay? Your brother is already asleep," I said softly, leaning in to place a kiss on his forehead "Goodnight Daddy," He mumbled softly, his eyes fluttering close I stood still, my hands tucked in my pocket, watching the rise and fall of their tiny chest. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs, the question they'd asked earlier still playing over and over in my head

Jayce responded, and they joined me in bed. Not a single one of my daddies touched my pussy and I whined, eventually falling into a fitful sleep. My dreams were composed of visions of my daddies spanking me, fucking me, and making me come over and over again. I moaned for that again. Chapter Ten Dani

As a result, his eyes suddenly turned cold. They quickened their pace and arrived at daddy’s bedroom. Jay had already sat up, but he did not feel too energetic at that moment. “Daddy, wake up!” Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty clambered up to their daddy’s bed, rolling all over it like balls in a ball house. Jenson sniffed around and caught a fading floral scent. He registered that smell in the air. “Daddy, did you sleep well last night?” asked Jenson.

"Daddy?" When I opened my eyes and saw him between my open legs, I said, "Daddy?" in confusion. I softly moaned when his fingers rubbed my slit, which was already wet. Maybe that is the reason why I was having a wet dream about him. I stare at him as he caresses my center, his hands palming my cunt. My mouth opens, but no sound is coming out. The lampshade on my side table has turned on, making my room dim. I can't sleep when there is no light. "Daddy, what are you doing here?" I whispered to him. My mother is sleeping in the other room, and she might hear us.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

She walked to the bed and whispered softly, "Baby, why aren't you sleeping at this late hour?" Daniel bit his lip and averted his gaze, his black eyes flickering. He remembered his father's odd behavior earlier. Half an hour ago, they were peacefully sleeping, and in his dream, he even called his aunt "Mommy." But as soon as his aunt was about to respond, he was abruptly woken up. Daniel's drowsy eyes seemed to witness his father throwing everything in the bedroom to the ground, along with the warning not to cause trouble or his father would dismiss his aunt, and he would never see her again. Elliot knew his son all too well, and he certainly didn't want the woman to leave. "If you behave, D

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

He knew that he wasn't supposed to enter the bedroom without knocking when the door was closed but he was too worried to remember that rule. Max couldn't quite understand what he was seeing. His daddy lay on his back, eyes closed with a frown on his face. Every now and then a small sound of discomfort slipped out. His mommy massaged his papa's stump gently, keeping a close eye on the other's facial expression. The loving care seemed to help. A few minutes later his daddy fell asleep. That was when his mommy noticed him. The woman gave him a small smile. "Don't worry, daddy's alright. He just had a bad leg morning."