Daddy From Hell Romane & Geschichten

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

The necessities of my life. Dominic Leone is my daddy. My everything. Fuck the world. We have each other. I know they’ll come for us again, and I know next time they try, I will be right by my daddy’s side. There will be no mistaking me for victim, that’s for damn sure. The End

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

“I feel you trying to hold back, baby, but you’re not going to. Not while your Daddy is fucking your pussy and finger-fucking your ass, getting it ready for later. You’ve got the best hottest pussy, baby girl. Give it to Daddy and squirt all over my cock. Daddy is fucking your pussy so hard you little slut.” “Daddy!” I screamed. “You are fucking me! You’re fucking your little girl! I don’t want to rub anymore, Daddy! I want fucked! Fuck me, Daddy! Please! Fuck me! You’re fucking my pussy so fucking good! I love it! You’re taking it so rough!” “Your damn straight I am you little whore.” My Daddy growled against my ear biting my lobe. “Now let that pussy squirt for your Daddy.”

Ughhhhh "Yes daddy"

He growled. I cried and cried into the pillows until I had no tears left. The intense slapping of skin against skin, flesh against flesh was the most stimulating sound I had ever heard. “Who fucks you?” He demanded, and I was so stuck in the pillow, I could only murmur. “Daddy.” “Who?” This man dragged me upwards by my hair. It hurt like a bitch. “Daddy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“This little cunt is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it? Not for my worthless son — for me.” I gasped at the word **Daddy**. It sounded filthy coming from his mouth. Wrong. Perfect. “Yes…” I breathed, hips bucking against his hand. “Please…” He pushed one finger inside me, then two, stretching me while his thumb kept working my clit. I was soaked, the obscene wet sounds filling the living room as he finger-fucked me slow and deep. “Such a tight little pussy,” he growled, biting my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Jake never deserved to touch you. This belongs to me now. Say it.”