Yes Daddy Novelas e Histórias

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".

All Yours Daddy. “Oh my goodness… Devine…. ARHHHH YES!! Give it to me Daddy!! Give it to me.” Nuella moaned breathlessly not realizing how hard she was grinding against his face until he finally let out a low groan, attesting to how much he loved her action.

" I nodded against his lips, my sobs quieting down with each moan. The fire came back, hotter than ever, licking what was left of my head. I clung to Daddy as I screamed out, cumming so hard my vision blurred. "God, fucking...hell, you're getting tighter," Daddy moaned, stilling and spilling inside me. My body locked around his while I started crying again. We were still for a long time; Daddy was still buried inside of me. He raised his head from my neck to look at me. "Breathe for me. You did so well today. Just breathe for me, nice and slow," he caresses my face gently, coaxing me back to reality. When my eyes focused again, he smiled warmly. "There's my good girl." The words alone brough

Zayn (crying) Zayn : the beautiful word is dad... Yes dad I'm gonna be best dad in this world (shouting again like crazy)...

He unleashes the erect manhood and grabs her, "Time for daddy!!!" ^^^^^^^^^

"Dad is home" Fucking fantastic!

There was nothing hesitant in his gaze—only that same heat, that same hunger that had been smoldering between us for far too long. "Mr. Damian..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath. He paused. His eyes lifted to mine—stormy, dark, and completely in control. "Try again," he said, his eyes darkening more. My lips parted, trembling. "Mr. Damian..." A small, wicked smile curved his mouth. "No, sweetheart." His hands gripped my thighs tighter. "It's Daddy. Call me Daddy." My breath caught. There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

“What exactly is this girls’ night?” “Club.” “Cami.” “What?” “I’m exhausted.” “You’re young.” “So are you.” “Exactly. Which means we should be out dancing instead of acting like we’re forty.” Ariana snorted. “You realize your father is literally forty.” “Forty-one,” Cami corrected. “And he’s basically a robot.” Ariana’s stomach flipped. “Why do you say that?” “He works too much. He doesn’t date. He doesn’t have fun.”

"I'm your daddy. You happy about that?" "YES‚ DADDY! I'M SO HAPPY! YAYYYYYY! I HAVE A DADDY! I HAVE A DADDY!" Liam was bouncing in Killian's arms‚ his small hands slapping against Killian's shoulders‚ his face split into a grin so wide it took up his entire face. "I'M GONNA TELL TOMMY! AND SARAH! AND MISS KAREN! I HAVE A DADDY AND HE'S MR. WOOF AND HE'S THE BIGGEST AND THE STRONGEST AND—"