Daddy Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

“Daddy, I want that hairstyle!” The woman heard and stopped. Looked at me. Looked at Daddy. Daddy looked at her. It was as if they talked with their eyes. “I apologize,” Daddy said quietly. “Her mother is African. She just—she misses her.” The woman’s face softened. “No offense taken, and no need to apologize at all. She’s absolutely adorable.” She smiled at me. “You know, with that face, you should be a child model. You’d stop traffic on a billboard.”

“So I’m just your dirty little secret? Your stepdaughter fuck toy you keep hidden while you build a normal life with her?” Daddy’s grip tightened on my face, forcing me to look at him again. His eyes were dark, intense, almost angry. “Don’t twist this, Ava,” he growled. “You think I want a normal life? You think I want to come home to a respectable wife who spreads her legs once a week and calls it making love?” He stepped closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my soaked pussy. “I want you,” he said fiercely. “I want the girl who screams ‘Daddy’ when I fuck her ass. I want the girl who gets wet when I edge her in public. I want the girl who wears my collar and begs to be used like a to

As if sensing my presence, Finn pauses, his back going straight as he lifts his head and turns around slowly. His intense gaze meets mine, making my breath hitch. Finn trails his eyes up and down my body, his nostrils flaring as he takes in my outfit. He stalks toward me, the predatory look in his eyes making my core throb painfully. If I were standing in front of anyone else in nothing more than a button-down shirt, I’d be mortified. But Finn always makes me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. It makes me want to show him more. “Goddamn, babygirl,” my Daddy growls, the sound vibrating through me and making me whimper. “Jesus, do you have any idea what seeing you in my clothes

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

He was always making my eyes white and dripping my saliva because Daddy Damon was delicious as he fucked my entrance. It wasn't long before Daddy was done getting dressed. I waited downstairs because maybe if I was waiting for him upstairs, my pussy might be ruined and wet again. Daddy has come down. He was really handsome to look at. Dapper. He is a blessing to me in the sky. Not to be flirty but look at Daddy Damon's appearance. Handsome, beefy. And the other thing I adore to him is the beautiful fit on his beard, tanned skin, many tattoos that made him exceedingly attractive. Let's not forget the giant snake hiding in his boxer. It spews out white venom that I also swallow occasionally. "

he muttered as he glided his hips beneath his briefs, he pulled out his cock, it stood erect and hard cautiously as he put his fingers across it with his eye pinned against my already wet clit and pussy. "Will you fuck me Daddy?." I asked lost in the pleasure as I increased my pace, I threw my head towards the back constantly as I kept rolling my eyes against my head, I've never felt such intense pleasure, "ahhh" he groaned as he jerked off on his cock, his dick twitched the more as he ran his hand over it at first and held it in a circular motion, throbbed it downward again he cap, he also picked up his pace, flung his legs wide apart and closed his eyes shut ss he jerked even faster, I hav

" Naomi supported her chin with one hand, looking at Jack's handsome face. She was engrossed in hearing what he said. His calm and steady talking speed was never urgent. It was as if he was always in control of everything he did. He could have only uttered a few simple words, yet it had the power to comfort others. His mature aura oozed from the corner of his brows, slowly entering Naomi's heart. She looked at him and started to swoon. Mister Daddy was way too handsome! "That's not the most important reason I'm looking for Lord G." Jack looked at Naomi with a deep gaze.

—so he’d think I was calling him old, like someone who could be a father. Out of curiosity, I did a quick online search. The first result said that some men feel joy when their partner calls them “Daddy,” especially if they already have children. That couldn’t be it. I kept reading until I reached one explanation: “For some, the term ‘Daddy’ can evoke romantic feelings and a deeper sense of intimacy in a relationship.” My eyes widened. “Damn… That’s not what I meant at all! I think he misunderstood me big time!” I bit my lip, sighed, and glanced at the time. Crap—I was going to be late!

And like a whore without redemption, I pull it up to drag a greedy sniff. That oak scent. The kind a perverted billionaire smells like. Rich and cursed and impossible to resist regardless. Fuck, I want him. Here and now. And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets. So I spread out my stiff legs, causing the rough ground to bite into my skin, leaving the area bruised. “Ahhh…” It hurts, but I don't stop. In a ‘Burn with me’ way, I don't pull up my dress, ‘cus while I love to die with the knowledge that he craved to see my perfect pink pussy.

He became extra energetic. To leave a good impression on Angeline, he even trimmed his hair and went for a facial treatment. It made him even more charming than he already was. That night, when the children saw their handsome daddy, they roasted him without mercy. Baby Zety rolled her eyes as she said, “Mommy isn’t even at home. No one’s going to look at how pretty you are, Daddy.” Jay, “...” Jenson was a sharp thinker and immediately guessed what was going on. “Daddy, have you found Mommy?”