You're Just Like Papa Novels & Stories

"I will never deprive my daddy! I... I will never stay away from you! It's all my fault! I should have trusted my daddy more than anyone else! You want me! You want me so much and it was never an act! I know! I know now! I know please... Daddyyyy! Oh fuck! Oh please!" "Whose words are you going to fucking trust from now on?" "Yours, daddy! Yours only!" I cried. "Desperate slut! Cum for daddy!" Those words unleashed a climax that was long due. I let my body accept the pleasure fully and I fell into a violent spasm as the climax rocked me hard. My body stretched and my back arched but I remained firmly strapped all while cumming and squirting my juices with the vibrator still inside of me. I w

Uris greeted Mama happily. I guess I'm the only one who doesn't know what's going on around me before. "You look like Uzi," Mama replied cheerfully. "It really looks like Uzi, because he's Uzi's son," Papa replied to Mama. "Shut up, you're still have fault for me," Mama said annoyed. Mama pointed at me so they all looked at me. "Look at my son's face, the amount of wounds on his face, how can women like him ?!" annoyed Mama said to Papa.

His lips twitched, the smallest smile, and he whispered, “Maybe I’ll grow up to be like him.” "Hmm. Yes, you can grow up to be like your Papa but listen to me, Alessio. Papa is Papa. You are you. You don’t have to be like him. You can be yourself.” “But he’s strong,” he murmured sleepily. “And everyone listens to him.” I sighed. "Yes, he is. Just like you can be, 'cause you're your father's boy, alright?" He didn’t answer, already drifting into sleep. I leaned back, my eyes as clear as day.

“I know this letter has already been found by now. I'm such an oldie, you know? I mean, who sends letters these days? But I felt the need to write it for you, my girl. You’re so strong, you know. I might be your dad, but I admire you greatly. I know what you endured for me, even the things you didn’t say out loud. I appreciate every single one.

So my being scared now is granted, in as much as I know that the stick in my hands can not do anything but it will have to do. "Your father was never like this". I can hear mockery in the tone of the person that keeps speaking through my mind. It not even the first time I'm being compared with my father, as much as I try to be the tough man he was I couldn't even get close to become someone like him. I remembered my mother keeps telling me to be myself and not trying to be what I'm not. She said my kind heart is what determines who I am.

It was all I could do just to curl up and try to keep from feeling this pain inside my head, inside my heart. I told myself repeatedly, gasping between the words, “I am nothing like my father. I am nothing like my father.” I lay on the forest floor, grappling with this pain in my chest. Over and over and over again, I tried to convince myself. Finally, the realization crashed down on me, and a wild sob tore from my chest. I am just like my father.

I arch a brow, waiting for him to go on, and his next words hit me like a ton of bricks. “You’re more like your father than you think.”

The desperation that stained the back of my throat. “You’re just like your father.” he says, voice thick with disappointed, he walks past me, no punching today. Just repeating the words I had told him yesterday. Being just like my father, that should be a compliment. I know how my father is like, a merciful, kind and benevolent leader, whose shoes are too big for me to fill. So why… why do I feel like he kicked me in the shin? He sounded disappointed in me. And I hate that.

[ the child hiding behind the walls inside the house , gazing and hearing … ] Dear father , I am your child Rickz and always be yours, but I have to leave, please dad don’t search for me .. I don’t have a place here I simply cannot accept and hear your insult …please tell mama that her child will be safe , I’ll be calling you and be in touch .. from now on my education , my expenditure will be all on me .. I’ll learn to handle it .. just don’t stress , once I am settled I shall call you about my where abouts ..

"You're just like your son, aren't you?" Maxwell chuckled with a shrug. "How does pointing out factuality makes me like my son?" "Because he always strives to do the same." "Well then..." Maxwell smiled. "It's good that you took off of me instead of your mother, if you had grown like your mother then perhaps you'd be just like her...a pest." Zheme nodded. "Yes father, that's true." Lexie frowned, eyes pointed and sharp. "Yes, continue both of you because It's so manly to bully a girl."