Novel & Cerita Your Dear Daddy The Series

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

“Claire,” “Down Stacey’s throat. Damn, she is such a bitch. Fucking a friend’s man? That’s a bitch move.” I couldn’t reply. I was barely listening to Claire. The front door was opened, and her father was standing in the narrow hallway in all his glory. He had a shirt on this time, but I still found myself tongue-tied, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He had a frown on his face, the same frown he always had on TV. I took in his beautiful features–strands of his beautiful raven black hair hung over his face, framing his haughty green eyes and that beautiful chiselled jaw.

I say. Daddy buries his hard cock into me. He holds on to my ass as he thrusts into me. My walls tingle around his hardness. He feels so good as he fucks me. Daddy slows down, almost stopping. He smacks my ass again, and I moan louder than before. “Will you cum for me, baby girl?” Daddy asks. “Yes, daddy, I will cum for you,” I say.

She cleared her throat, and for a moment, he could have sworn she was smirking at him before he brought his attention back to her face. “I guess we’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Christina. You’ve certainly grown—I mean, in comparison to the photographs your father has,” she told him. “He’s always talking about you. How proud he is of you.” Declan almost scoffed, knowing his father wasn’t really the type to gush. The reason she hadn’t seen a recent photograph was because his dad didn’t bother to keep them around. “I’m going to go to my room. It is still my room, isn’t it?”

“You call me Daddy when this is on your tongue. Not Mr. anything. Not sir. Daddy. Same as the boys will when they’re in you. Understand.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled like I had passed something. He pushed into my mouth slow, teaching me the weight of him, while Holt and Vance each took a thigh and kept me spread. Reid stroked my hair out of my face with a tenderness that did not match the fact that his father was using my throat. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured, thrusting deeper. “Your husband did well picking you. Tight. Wet. Obedient once you stop pretending you didn’t want the hallway.”

“I’m not opening it for debate. You can come with them or not. You can prepare them or leave me to do it badly. But the tests are happening.” Dorcas’s free hand tightened on the edge of the counter. “You understand what this says to them? That the man who asked them to call him Daddy is now demanding laboratory proof before he continues?” “What it says is that the man who asked them to call him Daddy is no longer willing to live on a claim no one will verify.” He poured coffee he would not drink. “They already told me, in their own way, that the claim was conditional. I’m finishing the conversation they started.”

daddy defends me petting my back, I felt the urge to cry, and maybe shit my pants. "She's only a baby Trent," the lord of hell growls defending me, things got quiet after that, for a couple of minutes before I felt a new presence behind my back, daddy went down to his knee as Trent did, it was hard to hide behind him now, especially that I know who's behind me now. "Calesti," the king of hell sings my name out, I turned to him with teary eyes and red cheeks. "Such a beautiful baby," he says wiping my tears away.

"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

The dark-haired one’s lips curl into a smile. “You’ll refer to us as ‘Daddy,’” he says, running his fingers through my hair. “If you feel you’re close to finishing, beg for permission. We won’t give it, but if you’re lucky, we might go easy on you. Take what you want without permission, and you’ll earn yourself a punishment.” I nod, swallowing. “Okay… Daddy,” I whisper, feeling his approval settle around me as he leans in, his fingers stroking along my cheek.

And there he was my father, seated right in his chair, his eyes fixed right on me the instant I walked. Well from his look this time he doesn't seem to be so mad at me, so that's good. “Good day, father,” I said with a smile as I tried to read his emotions as I faced him. He then suddenly smiled right back at me,“ well good day to you too dear,” he responded as I froze in utter shock at his words. Did my father, the man called Leo Blade, just call me dear? I mean it's not like it's the first time, but he hasn't called me that in years and considering my failure to the mission this recent time, yeah this is definitely shocking.