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“He picked us up from Thea’s house. He’s so kind, mommy. He even bought us ice cream.” I turn to my wide-eyed personal assistant, but before I can utter a single word, Zoey beats me to it. “I want Mr. Silvan to be our daddy. I don’t want to call him Mr. Silvan anymore. I want to call him daddy…” *** Hello everyone! Please expect mass updates tomorrow (6 chapters or more.) Has anyone noticed that this story is slow burn? More characters will be unveiled very soon, including nail-biting twists and painful betrayals. Thank you very much for reading.

When he finally pulled out, I whimpered at the loss—hole gaping, wet, dripping his cum down my thighs. He flipped me onto my back gently. Looked down at me—sweaty, wrecked, marked. Then he leaned down and kissed me—slow, deep, possessive. “Chapter one’s done,” he murmured against my lips. “We’ve got all night.” I smiled—dazed, blissed-out, already aching for more. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours” I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel. “You can’t touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick…” I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features. A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb.

"Are you my daddy?" ***

"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 gripped her chin, tilting her face up, making her look like his obedient pet, eyes downcast, lips swollen and wet. "Call me Daddy from now on, kitten. Say it." "D… Daddy," she whispered shyly, her naive submission fueling his dominance. Satisfied, Vincent shrugged off his shirt completely, revealing the full breadth of his chiseled chest, then fisted her hair and guided her mouth back to his cock. He pushed forward slowly at first, the thick head breaching her lips, stretching her jaw as he sank deeper.

Call me daddy Chapter 8 You don’t look too happy to see me Nora , I thought that you were going to smile and show me all your excitement or at least get naked in front of me like you did the last time” my uncle told me as he smiled . This was the first time since the whole stuff that I have genuinely seen him smile . He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart .

[Grant’s POV] My father’s voice echoes behind me as I move toward the large mansion in front of me and when we reach the front door, I shove it open. Once inside, I move straight to the large staircase in the middle of the front alcove while Gianna silently lets me lead her along. When we reach the stairs, we carefully take them one at a time and when we reach the second floor where the sleeping quarters are, I head to my grandfather’s room. However, as we reach, I suddenly stop moving and I’m left staring at the door in front of me.

He rotated his head towards his son and growled, "Last chance, son, before I'm the one to take her virginity." Efrain sauntered forward and pulled his father off of me. "Ai, dios, papa! Eres loco!" God, Dad! You're crazy! "Fine, I'll take her." He was so forceful in his pull that his father was thrown to the ground. His dad, who was in khaki pants and an unbuttoned Hawaiian dress shirt, sat on the ground laughing until he started gagging dry coughs like he was choking.