Daddy Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

Normally, his caramel brown hair is swept back and held there with some kind of product when he goes to the office, but it’s down today and slightly shaggy and carefree, which gives him a sexy, boyish charm look that I always love and find so attractive on the days he spends at the house. But what always gets me the most about Daddy is the way he oozes confidence more than any other man I’ve ever met in my life. Even when we first met during my court case back when I was a little girl, he just stood out among every other man around—and he still does. He’s like an ancient king trapped in a modern man’s body. I’m just constantly drawn to him.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. Layson paused, frowning, his intense gaze locked on my face. He hadn't heard me address him like that in a long time. When I was a kid and first brought to his castle, I used to sweetly call him "Your Majesty". Later, once I understood the feelings I had for him, I refused to use that title anymore. Sometimes, I called him "my Alpha Daddy" or "Daddy", and sometimes, I was bold enough to call him directly by name, "Layson".

I open my eyes to a hunk of maleness clouding over me and I sigh when I realize who it was. "Daddy?" it came out as a question. "Expecting somebody else, baby?" he asks frowning. He had stopped kissing me as well. "No. Hell no. Only you, Daddy," I mouth still feeling sleepy. "Great. Now, lay back and let me feast on what is mine," he orders. I was still half-asleep when Zane's lips traveled down the crook of my neck, he sucked a breast, and then, the other. Flowery kisses were placed down my stomach until he reached my pussy.

His angry words stabbed my ears like a sharp knife. “I need to retrain you. No doubt your pathetic father would be delighted to see his daughter showing her body for free.” I wasn’t going to defend my father — he really was exactly as Alexander described, if not worse. I stomped my foot in annoyance. “Fuck!” Reluctantly, I pulled out another dress — a red one with wide shoulders. He snatched it from my hand, clearly displeased. “Red is not allowed.” Rapid breaths lifted and dropped his chest beneath the black fabric. I hissed mockingly.

he announces with confidence. I want to tell him it wasn’t so easy to do that two times in a row, I rarely ever did that. He is determined however, he fucks me hard again, pushing himself further into me, introducing me to lengths of him I was yet to see. “Oh yes, fuck me daddy.” I cry. “You like this huh?” His thrust particularly fast and hard after the question, so much so that I pinch my own nipple to offset the pleasure. “Yes I do daddy.” “Fuck, pinch those nipples for me little Alec.”

“Standing here naked, letting your own father play with your tight little cunt. You like being Daddy’s dirty secret, don’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped, my hips grinding shamelessly against his hand. “I love it, Daddy. Please don’t stop.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I’m not stopping, baby girl. Not tonight. I’ve spent too many nights trying to ignore how fucking sexy you’ve become. Those tiny shorts that ride up your ass when you bend over. Those thin tank tops with your hard nipples poking through. Walking around like you don’t know what you do to me.”

Now, I don't have to think about bwing killed by my own father He's handsome but he's too cold. If he's good at smiling, I swear all ladies will come at him. It's not like my daddy is not attractive now, it's just that his aura is a little scary but he's really handsome. People just tend to prioritize their life over desires so it's understandable. Well-if they try to seduce dad, they might be killed in an instant because his temper is too short. He's known a tyrant for a reason "By the way dad, I received an

I said sounding a little more possessive than I would I like to sound. "Hey too many details." Brad playfully hit my arm making me give him an evil eye, he knew I was joking. "Anyways enough about me, you are going to be a daddy." I said in an obnoxiously mimicked voice. "Stop stop stop, you flutter me too much." He said in a sarcastic manor taking a sip from his beer. "And I'm obviously the God father right?" I asked. "About that Haydeé had another suggestion.." He said with a hint sadness.

I just shrugged my shoulder at him while putting on my seatbelt. "Still the same, nothing new," I answered sparingly but he just stared at me intently as if he was reading my body movements and facial expressions. "Stop whatever you're doing right now, Maclen. You're bad at reading someone's expression." I commented snickering at him. "You've been to Russia for five long months, Zuck. Are you sure you're still the same? Or you're slowly turning into someone, let's say like your father?" Maclen stated and for a moment it makes me think about his question.