Yoongi Daddy Novels & Stories

“Yes, we’ve been seeing each other for the last month practically. We love each other.” Momma digests this bit of information then scrunches her eyes and holds her finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose. “Levy. As in Levy, Dylan’s father? Your ex-boyfriend’s daddy?” “That’s the one, Momma. Is there a problem with that.” Momma releases her nose, good job otherwise I think she might forget to breathe. Taylor is watching the interaction and seriously I could kick her in the shin for being a huge blabber mouth.

He was good and yet he was fucking sweet. If only daddy didn't have the same fucking surname I did, if only we were not bound to the same family... Two fingers penetrating my stretched pussy made it impossible for me to think. My right hand gripped his shoulder while my other hand grabbed his cock. "Shall I give you a hickey tonight, mhh?" He licked on my neck. "Fuck yes" I moaned as his fingers curled inside my pussy. "The one you gave me is fading away, Sunshine." "I will give daddy another hickey" he stopped kissing my neck and stopped to look at my face for seconds.

He said and I nodded "1. What's your favorite food?" He asked "Everything with soup. How about you?" I asked "Jajjangmyeon." He said "2. What's your dream?" He asked "Continue my dad's business. What's your goal?" "Make the people I love proud and happy." I noded to his answer "3. Song Joongki or Jingoo and why?" That question makes me turn to him. I chuckled "You watch that drama?" I asked "It's not the time for you to ask missy." He shook his head

he said looking confused with my question. "My question is how the hell did you get the money to buy this. I am pretty sure it's expensive," I screamed. "No offense but you seem to be forgetting you are standing with Liam Yoon the son of Yoon Ji Hoo right now this house is little compared to what else I can afford." He said, smirking. Then it dawned on me that I am friends with the rich folks who can get anything with a snap of their fingers.

My body felt tingly with every thrust. "Fuck Daddy," I whimpered, my stomach tightening as I rode the high that he brought with every hard pounding. "Nnggh...so g-good," "Look at Mommy," Daddy ran his fingers through my hair and pulled, lifting my head to look at the phone while he pounded into me mercilessly. "Let mommy see how good I make you feel, mmh?" "Mommy," "God, you're making me horny," mommy let out a moan mixed with a groan.

"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 watched my face the entire time, those grey eyes missing nothing. "Does your daddy know what a good little slut you are?" he asked conversationally, like he wasn't balls-deep inside me. "Does he know his innocent daughter takes four cocks every Friday night?" "No," I sobbed. "He doesn't know—" "That's right. This is our secret. Our dirty little secret." His pace increased. "Come for me, Ashlynn. Come on Daddy's cock." I did, my pussy clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me again.

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.

He asked, giving a hard spank on her both asscheeks, then on her boobs. She curled her toes. “Ummm…. Ahhh….” She nodded her head in response. He slapped her boobs once again, this time harder than before. “Words, babygirl.” “Yes, daddy.” “What yes?” He twisted her nipples and pulled them harder. “Ahhh…. Daddyyyy…. Ahhh….” Isabella moaned loudly, arching her back. “Yes, daddy, I’ll follow your words.” Oliver squeezed her boobs lightly. “That’s like my good babygirl. Now get your knees near your chest.”

By now, Yuhwan must have received his acceptance notice too, arriving at the field early to warm up his massive, imposing frame. If I choose not to go, his pitches will end up being caught by Yoo Gyeong-ho, that third-year Business Administration student. The mere thought of Yoo Gyeong-ho—the youngest son of a massive chaebol family, a guy who possessed strikingly handsome looks, a slick, smooth personality, and held the absolute adoration of every girl on campus—made Haneul’s stomach violently twist into knots.