Yes Daddy Novelas e Histórias

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

“ You are in no position to tell me what to do , I can make my own decision and I know that you can see that , keep your freaking opinion to yourself “ My words stubbed something in him , I could see it, but instead he just shifted it away . “ I just wanted to check up on you , losing your dad isn’t something I know you wanted and I’m sorry , if there’s anything you need , you can let me know , I will make that available to you . Hearing that statement pissed me off so bad and so I turned to face him as I threw away the remaining cigarette . “As you can see, I’m fine. and I can take good care of myself , I don’t need your stupid pity and I’m not that little girl that wants your help , I’m a

“Yeah, I’m sure.” “You said you would be my toy, but toys break.” “Not me. So daddy, fuck me, please.” A strange look passes over his features as he releases them and unbuckles his pants. And I can’t help the gasp that escapes through my tiny lips.

She knew… she had seen it… that Isadora wasn’t wearing this top this morning. “What are you wearing?” she asked with arched brows, and Isadora’s heart dropped, sinking into her belly. She had hoped, had prayed that her mother would not find out, but it seems her prayer didn’t work out. Isadora stared down at her body, stuttering as she tried to place her words together. “I… I… I… It’s Daddy’s clothes. Dad,” she said, forcing a smile. “It was… the last thing he left me with.” She added, knowing that this would stir up something within her mother, but it would be better than saying it was from Damian.

"Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Please fill me up daddy. Fill my ass with all that cum." "Yeah, my baby boy is going to take all of his daddy's cum like a good little belly boy. Yeah, fuck, that's what you are. Daddy's belly boy. Say it. Oh fuck, say it." I was so close to erupting. I moved my left hand to play with my balls. "Say I'm daddy's belly boy. Daddy's fertile little belly boy."

"Are you my daddy?" ***

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

This is my gift for becoming one of his son’s whore. I got to work taking off my clothes, Daddy moved closer to me, he did not have his shirt on, I pressed my hands on his abs tracing lines on them. He turned me over, pushed my ass firmly on the part of his pants where his cock was. I breathed in sharply as I felt his cock on my ass. His big hard veiny cock. “On your knees Yara.” Daddy said, his voice was thicker than normal. He fucking wants me yayyy. I obliged. I went on my knees, stretched my hands backwards as I wanted for my hands to be cuffed. Daddy does not like how much of a disturbance my hands can be.