Who's Your Daddy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.

"Daddy is here, Mommy. He came early in the morning. I thought it was Aunt Christina, but it was not her. When I opened the door, it was my Daddy." My body got cold. "Daddy? Who is your Daddy?”

"Daddy... he came into my room again, Mama. He kept saying I was beautiful... he wouldn't stop touching me even though I begged him to stop... hic.... Why do you always bring these monsters into our home? Why do they only want my body?" She buried her face in her mother’s chest, hiding a sharp, triumphant smirk. Behind those pitiful sobs, she was already mapping out her next move. These men were just trash to be discarded, and Lona was the queen holding all the cards. But she had no idea that Stepfather Number Five was a different breed entirely. Revanyounger, devastatingly handsome, and possessing a heart carved from ice—was already waiting to turn her little game upside down.

he smirked wickedly and suddenly grabbed her chin . "I'll make you pay for every single pain that your father caused me." He tightened his hand around her chin and slammed her hard to the wall. She winced in pain and cried, "My father is not evil..." Debby felt like she had entered the Lion's den. Actually, Debby had never seen her parents or family before. She had no remembrance of her childhood memories. Her remembrance of her life started by finding herself in her strange woman's house. This woman claimed to be her father's sister. This woman was Alice, her ex bestfriend's mother.

The two facts sat side by side in my mind—freedom carefully measured out by the same man who still required me to call him Daddy every night. A maid entered with a tray and the now-familiar envelope. The note was short. Breakfast in the small dining room. Wear the cream dress. We leave at ten. — Daddy I showered, dressed in the cream dress that had appeared in the closet, and made my way downstairs. Corren was already seated at the table, coffee in hand, reviewing something on a tablet. He looked up as I entered, eyes moving over me in that slow, assessing way that always made my skin warm.

You should be here with mommy. It made Ethan rock his head and think deeply. After seconds of contemplating, he answered: [Kyle, I did not hurt your mommy. She was hurt by someone else... Your mommy preferred to talk to your aunt than me.] Kyle: [But why, daddy? Why can't you be here?] Kyle: [Don't daddies live with their families?]

“Daddy” The word spilled out before I could think. He was the only one who could fix this. He had to. The world tilted as my legs flew, my wet dress heavy against me. The grass clutched at my shoes. My chest burned, but I kept going. “Daddy, help!” I screamed again. But then….A shadow blocked my path. I skidded to a stop, almost falling. Aunty Delilah. Her smile looked soft, but it was sharp inside. Her gown glittered too bright in the sun. She crouched down, pretending to be gentle, but her eyes were not friendly.

The first chapter ended with a total cliffhanger. Ellie whispered to her dad, "Now it's your turn." Then the chapter was over. Well, you damn well better believe I had to read the next chapter. So I closed out of the file and immediately found it just under the first chapter. I realized that my heart was pumping a mile a minute in my chest. My god I was aroused by this. How could that be? I wasn't supposed to get aroused by a dad and his daughter playing with each other. Was I?

I glanced back at her, then back at her hole, which was currently fluttering. “Your pussy is breathing, beauty. Now it’s going to speak my name. Ready?” Her parted lips trembled softly, and she nodded. Eyes heavy and hazy with desires. “Y-yes… Daddy…” My cock jerked painfully, and the sight of her like this drove me to the insane edge of craving. Never in my life had I ever imagined a day like this — a day where I would have her legs spread with my face between her thighs. I thought I was going to be her daddy: the daddy who protected her from harm. But now… I am the daddy who sucked her pussy and forced some cock down her throat like a cute little whore, while still protecting her.

a moan escaped my mouth as I was lost in the moment. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Daddy groaned. “Now come to me.” He ordered, and I did. I crawled, and he seemed satisfied with it as he nodded his head when I reached him. He lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and then asked me to take his cock into my mouth. “Daddy wants to fuck that pretty mouth.” “Yes, Daddy." I didn't hesitate; I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first, tasting a salty liquid which, instead of disgust, made me wetter.