You Yo Daddy's Son Novels & Stories

“You decide what to do with me, Daddy.” “Son of a bitch, I’m going to hell for loving that name so much.” Eyes squeezed shut, he groans through a curse. “Just let me grind myself on you, angel baby, please. That’s all I need. A grind on that little white bikini strip. Knowing it’s wet for me is going to make this fast—ahhhhh shit, it’s already coming, angel baby. I’m already coming just dry fuckin’ your pretty pussy. It’s too young, but God help me, just wiggle it a little. Pout that bottom lip and wiggle around. I’m going to jizz right here in my shorts. Jesus Christ!”

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

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

I was the PREDATOR, and she was my PREY. Father wants us to have her sexually, and I'm pleased with that even though I'm still against the matrimony pact. “…I and my son wanna have you, you will be our nooky PLAYTHING and nothing else!" My father asserted, his face stern and indifferent. It was a bolt out of the blue for Gabrielle as she widely gasped, shrinking!

“—tell me who’s your daddy.” The next thrust was brutal, deliberate, grinding deep enough that I saw stars. “You are,” I sobbed out, voice cracking. “You are my daddy—” “Louder.” He punctuated the word with another punishing drive of his hips, spanking me again—harder—while he kept fucking me without mercy. My ass burned, my pussy throbbed, every nerve screaming in the best way. “You’re my daddy—oh God—Mr. William you’re my daddy—” The words spilled out between screams, high and desperate, my whole body shaking like I might fly apart.

I whispered. He pulled my knee up and pounded into me that a gasp left my lips. Damn this man! "Is it still not because of me?" "Yes...Yes..." I cried out when he went on faster. "Yes what?" His hold on my neck tightened. "Say it," He pulled in and out of me relentlessly. "Yes Daddy!" "Daddy what?" "Yes Daddy fuck me!" And the look on his eyes was enough to send more pleasure down my already wet pussy. ** Sophia I rested my head against Damian's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She didn't really understand what he was talking about. "As for Uncle Carl, I think he'd be a good daddy." Yuna's eyes widened when she heard the word "daddy". She never thought she'd hear that from her son. "Nathaniel, this isn't something to joke about." "Have you never thought about making one of those three men as our daddy?" "They're all my friends." "Really?" Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. "Mommy, you're so dumb." Yuna was speechless. Her son calling her dumb hurt her. "Why did you say that?"

Zayn (crying) Zayn : the beautiful word is dad... Yes dad I'm gonna be best dad in this world (shouting again like crazy)...

I think I am a terrible father… “Mummy, why is the bad guy eating with us?” The boy suddenly asked. “Who is the bad guy? There is no bad guy here?” Katalina almost choked at his words, then scoffed at him. “He is the bad guy!” David pointed at me. “He made Mummy cry. He is a bad guy. He is not my Daddy. I want Uncle Hoseok to be my Daddy.” Stung, I raised my eyebrows at Katalina, wondering why my son would take a fancy to Hoseok to the point of wanting him as a Daddy.

“Fine, I am sorry…….daddy” Yeah he was my daddy.