Daddy Dearest Fnf Romane & Geschichten

“Mommy, do you think that Daddy may be a bad person? But it’s only a ‘maybe’. How will you know if he’s good or bad if you don’t get to know him?” ‘This kid, Felix… He’s only met Damon once, and now he’s calling him “Daddy” in such a natural way.’ At first, it felt like a stab in the heart to Jeanette, but after hearing it so many times, deep down, she silently acknowledged it.

“Ariel, I’m no stranger. It’s me, it’s Daddy, your Daddy, okay? I can’t bear the thought of being a stranger to you.” She pulled her hands away from his hold and brought them back to her gifts, pulling her gaze from him. “Well, I read somewhere that a Daddy is the lover of Mommy. If Daddy and Mommy are not lovers then Daddy is a stranger. Therefore, you’re just a mister to me.”

"Mommy, Daddy left… does he not want us anymore?" My nose stung. I reached up and gently stroked his head. "Finn, that wasn't your daddy. Your daddy is already dead. He won't be coming back. Mommy will find you a new daddy to stay with you, okay?" Finn didn't understand what "dead" really meant. But watching Tommy, who never once looked back, he seemed to half understand. Holding tightly to my hand, he nodded.

"Are you my daddy?" ***

I did not want to wear the expensive dress we had bought earlier today. Instead, I gathered the long sides of my bangs and pinned them back with small shining butterfly clips. I brushed lip gloss over my lips. Then I went downstairs. Everyone was gathered around the dinner table. The smell of delicious food filled the room. My mother is a wonderful cook. It is the thing she does best, right after sewing dresses. I glanced at my father. His dark eyes were studying my appearance. He was comparing me to Ivy again. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He would probably tell me soon about his plan to steal her fiancé away from her.

Dane’s POV I don't even fuck little girls, I've never been attracted, so tell me where this unhealthy obsession is coming from. It scares me too. Daniel will kill me, but I have to pin his little princess down, fuck that sassy mouth out of her and make her a good girl for me. I have to expel all this sudden sexual frustration deep inside her. It's a sickening need at this point. But most importantly, I want her to call me Daddy, not him. The fantasy is beyond me. I'm so jealous of him. I want her to ask me for anything, not him. I want to get her anything she wants, not him.

Their hands roamed over breasts and thighs, tasting and touching under Daddy’s watchful eyes. Daniel pulled them both against his chest, their bodies spent and glowing. “You’re becoming perfect for me,” he murmured. “My sweet girls.” They knew the cravings were only getting stronger. Mother and daughter had never felt so close, so dirty, and so completely owned. They couldn’t wait for what Daddy would do to them next.

A fresh start until her parents worked things out. But when someone answered the doorbell, Chloe knew it was only a matter of time before her new world burned to the ground. The door swung open, and it wasn’t Rachel standing there to say hello. It was her father, Harvey Fletcher. His brown hair lay tousled to the side, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone. He pushed up his sleeves, revealing a round tattoo on his arm. He stood there, confident in a way that made her spine tighten. “Chloe,” he said, voice warm and dangerously gentle.

"Yeah? What's the opposite of that one? FDLG?" "Huh? Oh... umm, DDLG. Daddy, not father." "Daddy. Right. You needin' a daddy, Cherry?" he asked, taking hold of her face and making her look at him. His eyes were dancing with a wild sort of need. "No," she whispered. "No, I..."

Dominant Daddy (5) EMMA I went back home after my Father-in-law dealt with my pussy in the sweetest way ever how his son had never done. I woke up the next morning with a heavy heart, my body still sore from everything Daniel did to me in his dark pleasure room.