Daddy's Hot Vanilla

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "I'm gonna take your throat first, Mandy. Then your pussy, then your ass." I'm not even sure what all that means, other than I'm gonna have sex. He takes out his dick and pumps it a few times, pulling it up towards his stomach, exposing the long vein, pulsing with blood as it fills and becomes hard and thick. "Put your hand around it, Mandy." I reach up and gently place my hand around his thickness. Immediately the wetness between my legs is back. "Stroke me," he says in a softer voice. "Harder," he demands when I am timid. I squeeze harder and stroke up and down. Finding a rhythm like our heartbeats out on the beach. Is this the same man? I pump faster, and that makes his eyes close to half-mast. "Your little hands on my big cock, Mandy. I love it. Now open your mouth." I freeze. Staring at him. Deciding "Open," he says again. I obey. "Wider," he whispers as he places his hands on either side of my head and crawls up my body. The tip of his dick touches my lips. "Should I tell you how I like it, Mandy?"

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. (Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Laine. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Laine." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Nick..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."

"Oh, Fuck Blaze " The Rythm of his movements was relentless, hips and dick and fingers. He licked my lips and I sucked his tongue. Then pinched, the barbell hard against my teeth. He groaned and it was wet. I didn't let him go, and he wriggled and squirmed. I pressed harder against him, bucking harder. ***** At twenty-three, Tiana Melody Taylor is a renowned impostor, her fraudulent acts of using her charms to lure men to her bed and room and then drug them to sleep is what has been putting food on her table. If she is being discovered, she pulls prettying so face that no one will believe she is guilty. ThaThisghasne on for several years, each time playing with the men's desires. To Tiana she wants to support her father's company which Is under the control of her uncle, he keeps sending her on endless missions just to have her will done. Well, she does it anyway till she can't anymore, standing up for her right, Uncle Maxwell assigns her to the last tax which is to extort thirty million francs from the richest billionaire in town_Blaze Jadiel Lewis. While Tiana is targeting Blaze, he is also targeting her, and on the night they meet up in his house, Blaze sees the drug she secretly puts in his drink and switches the drinks.

At twenty-three, Laila Danvers is the only female werewolf over the last century to exist but being born as a descendant of the most hunted Mutt(werewolf outcast) automatically puts a red flag on her name throughout her existence. She comes out in a world filled with disgusting mentalities and this automatically puts her life in danger. She gets tired of a hide-in lifestyle and runs from New Orleans “The city of fangs”, to the quiet town of Malibu, Southern California to live in as an ordinary person not knowing that her last will always hunt her down Just as she gets comfortable with her new lifestyle, she receives a life-threatening call that puts her on the run again from an unknown source, and for the past number of years had been like that, ' run or you get slain

"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!

Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."

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“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”

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