Daddy Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

“Right now, your daddy ain't here. He gave you up. For the next hour, he doesn't exist, so you might as well call me daddy.” I smirk, squirming as his fingers circle my nipples. “You're such a pervert, daddy.” I never once thought that word was sexy until a guy tweaking my nipples held me in his lap and demanded I call him it. It'd probably make me wet if I wasn't already so. “Goddamn,” Jason says, “she's not even calling me daddy, but it's fucking hot anyway.” Chris chimes in, “That's okay. I'm fine if we're just a couple of uncles.”

He has dark hair and light skin and cheekbones that sculpt his perfect face. Daddy is sweeter. His dick is smaller than Master's but just as effective at wrecking me. Daddy has dark brown skin like mine and black short hair that he braids on his head neatly. He's so beautiful too, he always praises me and is soft and gentle with me. Daddy always smiles and calls me his good boy and gives me rewards. "What a good boy you've been," Daddy says as he pets my hair. I whine and rub my head into his hand as I pull at the ropes holding me spread eagle on the bed. I can feel the wet patch between my legs from my pussy.

They are tipped in black, of course, instead of the basic white. “They were girls who had connections in the MC world, which was the way we were hired by Grimm.” “Right. So let's take the bike Daddy Tee.” I bat my long dark false lashes at him. The calm Cajun shakes his purple head at me. “I see where you are going. Fine, but don’t call me Daddy.” “Sounded wrong to me, too. I thought of Jase when the word ‘daddy’ left my lips.” Tee chuckles and then says, “I get it. Ryder be Daddy.”

I texted the message and clicked sent I smile feeling fulfilled, it's closing time already, I took my bag and left my office "Sweetheart…." Dad called coming out with his guards "My sweet Dad…." I called hugging him lovingly "How are you feeling today?" "Awesome and better" I winked and saw the guards smile through the corner of my eyes "You're going home?" "Yes sure," I smile, "Alright, darling bye….." He kissed my both cheeks, I drove out of the company and drove to the mall, though I have different exotic clothes in my closet, tonight is special to me and I can't let it slide without looking gorgeous

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.

I hadn't anticipated seeing him so soon. It was Jake. He sauntered in with an air of confidence, his presence filling the room effortlessly. At six feet tall, his broad shoulders exuded strength, and his piercing blue eyes held a hint of mischief. His sleek, dark hair was tousled just enough to give him that effortlessly sexy look. With a chiseled jawline and a smile that could melt hearts, Jake was the epitome of smoking hot. Any girl would want him inside them. Upon approaching my father, I couldn't help but admire his confident stride and the way his eyes sparkled with warmth. Handing over some sort of document to Dad, he then turned towards me, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of

“Geez, I'm cooking over here. It's so hot out.” Daddy clears his throat, his hand on his round belly like he doesn't know where else to put it without looking awkward. “You should probably put some sun screen on. The last thing you want is end up like a piece of toast.” He grins ear to ear, and I shake my head. Daddy, how the hell do you think you're cheesy humor would ever be attractive to someone like me? I expect better from the guys who want a piece of this ass. “Do you mind, Daddy?” I ask, pointing to a bottle on the small glass table between our chairs.

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

“I will not call you Daddy. That’s a hard limit. No way.” Oh. An uncomfortable flush of unease washes over me. She won’t call me Daddy. Jesus, I hadn’t even thought about it before I said it. The daddy dom aspect of my personality is such a part of who I am, I forgot some subs hate that.

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”