Daddy Dearest Fnf の小説・ストーリー

Hades reluctantly passes our daughter to my father who holds her with tears shimmering in his eyes. "Hello, baby," he croons, "I'm your granddaddy Daxton but you can call me Dax," he said, stroking her head and kissing her softly on the cheek. "Give her here," Damien argued, "I want a turn. I told you she would be a girl," he added triumphantly at me.

“Uncle Rafe’s using your mouth. Uncle Dex is using your cunt. And Daddy’s going to use what’s left.” He dropped to the sofa, one hand on my clit, rubbing slow circles in my own juice, the other slick with it, pushing a finger into my ass. I jolted with my mouth full of Rafe, my pussy full of Dex, and Daddy’s finger stretching me, curling just enough to make me whimper. “Say the names,” Damian ordered, curling his finger, the digit sinking to the knuckle. “All of them. Or I stop.” I pulled off Rafe’s cock just enough to cry, spit was stringing to the head, “Daddy… Uncle Dex… Uncle Rafe… I’m yours, all of you, please don’t stop—”

“Fuck me right here on the counter, Daddy. I need it.” Dean didn’t make me wait. He thrust into me in one smooth, deep stroke, burying himself balls-deep. We both moaned at the feeling. He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, the sound of my wetness mixing with the slap of his hips against my ass. “Look at you,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear inside me. “Such a greedy little stepdaughter… taking Daddy’s cock for breakfast like a good girl.” I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Daddy. I want to feel you all day.”

“You’ll have a good night’s sleep after having fun.” The nanny suddenly looked toward Colton, who got out of the car and asked, “Is this your friend, ma’am?” Freyja paused and noticed that Colton was still there. She was going to say something when Deedee suddenly said, “Daddy!” Colton didn’t know what to say. Freyja covered her mouth. “Deedee, no, he’s not your daddy.” Deedee put out her arms toward her and chuckled. Her cute look would melt anyone’s heart. “It’s Daddy!”

he groaned dramatically. “Come here, little tornado!” Dary beckoned warmly to his daughter. But Destiny shook her head. “No! Daddy is bad. Big bro is the best!” she declared. Summer stifled a laugh, clearly amused. It was usually “Mommy is bad, but Daddy is always the best.” Now, her husband was getting a taste of his own medicine. Darcy glanced at Damien, the young man who had once been a boy in his care but now stood tall, and was accompanied by his wife. His expression softened. “Come inside,” he said.

He proved to be a great listener I wondered two days in if he’d ever wake up. This morning I went through the routine when my mom called me and our conversation ended up in her cussing at Peter because, in her words, he is a 'dirty man whore' Now I went into my newfound hobby of gazing at the man in my bed. I'd giving him a name too, Kel, after my dog I had when I was eleven. I couldn't still place where he was from because he didn't look American one bit and now that I think about it neither did those men.

"But why? I want him to stay. Mommy, I know Fernando is our daddy. Grandma Cristine told me. So did Grandma Eva. Tell me—why does Daddy have to go?" Jonathan was stunned by his brother’s commanding words. It didn’t matter that they were children—they understood everything perfectly. At school, when asked about their father, they never knew what to say. Now life had given them a clear answer. "Wow! Mommy, is he our daddy?" Jonathan looked Fernando up and down, as if examining every detail to confirm the truth. Helen pouted and nodded slowly. "Yes, my love. He’s your dad—Fernando Donovan. He’s your father."

“Your savior uncle can be a star. But your daddy had ruled the football world half a decade ago, my precious honey. He was the best quarterback in the NFL.” “Really?” Hayley gasped to see the clips of old matches, utterly surprised. She hopped in glee. “Wow!!! Why didn’t you mention it earlier, daddy? Goddess, you look so different here.” A shy smile crept up Demrid’s face as he blushed, chuckling at Hayley’s comparison of his past and present photos. “It’s all in the past, my princess. Daddy is a King now. He has to serve the nation.” Well, no!

Me: For? Dane: More. Me: You asked for me to show you. Didn’t I do that? Dane: You are a tease. Me: kissy face Dane: I’ve got something you can kiss. Me: Your face? Dane: This cock. Me: I’m drooling. Dane: Show me that pretty little pussy. Me: You didn’t say please. Dane: Daddy doesn’t say please. FUCKING HELL. Dane is literally my favorite morally grey character right now. I swallow, but he’s not fictional. He’s real. My pussy purrs and I practically melt against my seat. My knees are about to hit the ceiling, I’m surprised they haven’t already.