Daddy From Hell の小説・ストーリー

The words poured forth from her mouth without any regard for proper form or decorum as he continued to ride her out! “You can say that again sugar! Yes, I am heaven! But you brought that heaven to me! Ummm… yes!!! Fuck! “Do I fill your pussy well? Do I fuck the oblivion out of you? Do I make your legs tremble really much?” “No one does it better than you Daddy… fuck daddy! Just you. Fucking yes Daddy! Just you.”

I was convulsing, shaking, saying all sorts of gibberish as my ass was at his mercy. “Daddy… Daddy please….. aghhhhhhh.. harder.. fuck that pussy like you own it… fuck me dirty Daddy “ "Call me that with those little lips of yours and I’d thrust in harder than you’d ever imagine." Father Kentucky growled as he thrusted hard inside my asshole, shaking my walls and my head. “Fuck me Daddy, I don't care, tear my walls already please…” I screamed as precum started to drip from my pussy while he increased his pace.

‎“Good boy, daddy's perfect boy. Taking daddy's cock so well.” ‎Damien rested his body against Eli's basking in the warmth his daddy had to offer

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

My first mate’s daddy. I gazed at the wide expanse of his back, every muscle rippling beneath his olive skin, a rush of heat flooded through me. The sight of his perfectly sculpted physique, devoid of any blemish, ignited a primal desire within me. I don’t know when this started but I want it to end. It is ridiculous.

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

I tell him. Daddy pushes into me hard. He begins cumming inside my ass. I can feel his hot wet seed in my ass. While he is still hard inside my ass, he fingers my pussy and makes me cum again. “That was so good, daddy,” I say.

I watched as Daddy held his face examining him. I arched forward trying to listen to what he was saying. I wanted him to continue, while I watched. I wanted Kai to be punished for trying to escape Daddy's pleasure. It was the best thing that has ever happened to us since mom died and he wanted to throw it away because he couldn't take it. He should be punished until he realizes he should be worshiping daddy's cock. And deep down, I want to be the one tied to that bed instead of him. “What do we have here?” his deep baritone came close to my ear. My body jerked. I hadn't been expecting his amused voice. That was when I lifted my head. I found him looking straight down at me. I hadn't even rea

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.