Pop my cherry daddy.
Chapter 4. IGNAZIO’S Pov. My jaws clenched tightly as the thoughts of all that happened in the restroom clouded my mind. The lady that had her soft little mouth wrapped around my cock and drove me nuts was my late friend’s child? My daughter, the one I should be calling daughter and not kitten? “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath trying to tame the waves of guilt that flushed into me. What would she think of me? How would she see me as a father figure when she already has a taste of my cock and I already had a taste of her dreamy juice! Heck! I was losing my mind already because I did not even want it to stop there! The way her tongue had swirled naively yet perfectly around my cock made me crave more and more of her and I doubt how much longer I would be able to hold myself back from wanting to fuck her, I could tell that she was a virgin, her pussy was so damn tighter, tighter than the normal pussy and she barely knew how to suck properly on a cock, yet she placed me at cloud nine. “Isabella! Why are you not greeting him? You should be showing your gratitude.” Ama scolded and Isabella lowered her gaze immediately. “I am sorry sir, I lost my manners.” her voice cracked and I could tell how hard it was for her to utter all of those words. “I am so sorry sir, she is not always like this. I….” “You do not have to explain this Ama. Isabella is obviously nervous. Come sit.” I beckoned and she bowed softly avoiding my gaze. She took the seat right next to me and my heart raced immediately. Her cologne clogged my nostril arousing me and causing my cock to throb. “Shall we begin?” Ama asked and we all dug into our food. She was sitting right next to me and I swear I could lose it. Her scent was filling my nose so damn well and the urge to keep my hands on her thighs and stroke her gently nagged at me. Who would have believed that Isabella would have grown into such a beautiful classy person? And how could I have missed out on the striking resemblance she had with her mum? Fuck! She was a beautiful young lady with fair skin, second to pale white. She had a nice dentition and a pair of siren hazel eyes, a pointed nose, and a light waist-length brudungry hair color that fell to the back with some strands framing her oval face. She had a necklace neck, beautiful scanty eyelashes full eyebrows, and plump lips that seemed to call for a taste of mine. She was dressed in a beautiful white fitted sweetheart neck gown that complimented her hourglass shape and, stopped right above her kneel revealing her tempting laps to my slutry view! I could fuck her right here! She was damn beautiful, more than I had imagined her to be. ISABELLA’S POV. My heart dropped the moment I walked in to meet the man from the restaurant sitting admist my family awaiting my arrival, my heart sank even deeper cause I didn't need to be informed that he was the one. He was Mr. Ignazio, my father’s friend. His eyes had been on me all this while and it only made it a little too much for me to handle. I felt so cheap and sad at the same time, with each glare I could see the lust in his eyes, but I couldn't help but hyperventilate. The man who had been taking care of me all this while was the same man I took his cock hungrily in the restroom without protest? What could he be thinking of me right now? A loosed girl? A cheap girl? All those thoughts were the only thing that clogged my mind when I heard the voice of my aunt scolding me to show my respect, but he stopped her from scolding me, intensifying the fear and guilt in me the moment he requested that I sit next to him. My uncle and Anna have been staring daggers at me, but unlike every other day, they definitely can't do anything about it. The man was powerful, even without being told, I could tell that he owned power and definitely couldn't be gone against. I took the seat right next to him and fuck! I could feel my pussy throb from just sitting next to him. This was definitely not what I wanted my first day with my acting father to be, cause right now I could barely think of anything other than having him pop my cherry. “How far is Isa In her studies?” he asked Aunt Ama, digging into his food and eating curtly. Isa? Did he give me a nickname already? “Very well sir…. She is in her final year and will be taking her last exams in 2 weeks' time. “That's great.” His replies were simple and curt and I could tell that he was an authoritative person from just how he spoke. A man of substance and his aura clogged the air. “Don't you think it would be better for Bella and Mr Ignazio to do the talking?” Uncle suggested but he just gave Uncle a dagger glare that immediately snapped his mouth closed. Fuck! He does know how to shut them up without raising his voice. I am definitely not the only one getting all of these goosebumps just from hearing him speak! The dude is a demi-God and he isn't even keeping it away. “Isa and I have all the time in the world starting from today you do not have to pick a point.” I couldn't help but feel like none of his statements were as normal as we all saw them, there was nothing we could be learning now that we have had a taste of each other, other than fucking each other or creating opportunities to fuck each other. The rest of the meal went on silently, my eyes subconsciously fell on his hands each time he reached for his juice, and heck! It was that deft fingers that rubbed sensationally on my clit and ripped moans off my throat! My side eyes followed suit as she drank from his wine, gulping down softly, the movement of his throat gave me a tingling feeling and I suddenly felt betrayed! It should be my cum, he should have been gulping on my cum and drinking it down that hotly while I watch and moan to him. I shouldn't be doing this. I know! He is my father's friend! And yes I am very much aware of that but can I help it? No! “Are you enjoying your meal, Bella?” “Yes yes.” I batted my lashes and flashed Aunt Ama a smile. The rest of the meal went on silently and Aunt Ama did most of the talking. It was my first time seeing that Uncle Mathew wasn't saying much neither was Annabella they had really met their match for the day, on norms, they would have been picking on me and making it more than discomforting for me to breathe. After a while, We were all done eating and Aunt suddenly asked from nowhere. “How did your date with Nathan go?” the entire room went awkwardly still, I felt cold chills run down my spine, as I could feel his gaze piercing through me. How could Aunty even think of asking that question right here in front of everyone? “It was okay.” I flashed her a smile and she nodded gently. I spared Mr. Ignazio’s face a quick glare and I could tell he was trying to keep his anger abyss, his jaws had clenched, and his cheek line? They were as protruding as the very edge of a knife. Was he jealous that I had a boyfriend or he was angry? I couldn't even fathom what was going through his head. ***** We had finally come to the end of the day and all heels were wrapped up, we had returned home after the meal and Mr Ignazio was currently with us ready to take us home, to his home. This has always been the agreement he had with my father, to take custody of me, and I have also anticipated it at some moment in my life, but right now, that is not even the point, it felt divine, but it only feels divine because I know that I might be getting a taste of him soon but something felt oddly unhealthy. I was going to miss Aunt. She had spent all the years trying to make me a better person, she had raised me up all by herself and she never for once made me feel like a trait or disturb to her. My bag had been packed and brought downstairs. “Are you ready?” Mr Ignazio asked in a damp husky voice and my legs quivered as I recalled the moment at the restroom. “Just a minute,” I mumbled and took a step closer to Aunt. “Do I really have to go with him?” “Yes, Bella. You have to. Your father has always wanted you there, with him. He will take custody of you and be your father.” she palmed my face, caressing my cheeks softly. I could see how well she was trying to fight her emotions. “I am going to miss you.” I fell into her arm and she patted my back gently for a while before pulling me out of her hug, sniffing back the tears that burnt the back of her eyes. “I am going to miss you too Bella, but I am always here right? I am always going to come to visit you and you could Come whenever you want to Bella.” I nodded my head softly and she let loose of my hand and I turned to stare at Uncle, but as usual, he wasn't even staring at me. “Can I have a word with you?” Anabela beckoned and amusement washed over me. Was she finally liking me? She had never spared me more than a glance, and I think she is realizing how important I am to her now that I would not be staying with her again. I walked closer to her and she pulled me into a hug. “Thank you for packing your bags and getting the fuck out of my life Bella! I am never going to miss you, at least now I can have a motherly love without the fear of sharing it with anyone, so go the fuck out and don't think of coming back,” she whispered softly into my ear and I gulped down nothing pulling out of the hug, with a sad look. I didn't even need to get a glimpse of her face before forecasting how terribly dreadful she looked while saying all of that. I flashed her a smile and returned to stand next to Mr Ignazio. “Shall we?” he asked softly and I nodded. “Yes, please.” We walked out of the house and to the compound and there, about 7 cars were already waiting outside for us. I stared at it yet again questioning my sight. My bags were barely up to three so who would be sitting on the remaining 6? Was he this rich? I stopped walking and stared at the house for a while, my hood, where I spent all my childhood memories, I was leaving, for another place. A place I hadn't seen yet knew how homely it would make me feel. “Miss Ivano.” The driver opened the car, stretching his hands for me to walk in. I gave Aunty one last guilty glare before stepping in, receiving all the kisses she threw at me. A new life. Here I come.Pop my cherry daddy.Chapter 5. Author’s Pov. I leaned my head on the window and watched as the city just moved in a blur. My head was hurting and I couldn't even tell what the actuall reasons were. Was it because I was leaving my aunt? Or because I broke up with Nathan? Or the fact that I had a taste of my father like cock? Perhaps it was. Mr. Ignaxio was sitting right next to me, but he was keeping his distance and I kind of appreciated it. My mind was a mess at that moment and I just didn't know how it changed from loving today to wishing today never existed. The ride went on for a while till we arrived at a massive Estate, and at the top of it was crested boldly. “IGNAZIO VOCANZO THOMPSON’S CRESENT.”My hand made its way to my eyes and I rubbed on them, trying to clear away the dizziness in my eyes to be sure I read correctly. I cast a quick glance at him and then back at the estate that we were already heading into. I swallowed in, trying to think of how wealthy he was to ow
Pop my cherry daddy. Chapter 6. ISABELLA’S POV. My heart flipped as he kissed me back passionately, his lips moving against mine in a way that sent tingles of excitement and lust through my body. My pussy clenched and throbbed in response to his smooching kiss. His hand fondled on my ass intensifying the waves of pleasure that crashed into my pussy and made me a dripping mess. Subconsciously, I sent my hands into his hair, ruffling it softly and deepening the kiss. Fuck! he was so fucking great! This was the best kiss I have ever had.No one has ever made me this way from just kissing. I knew this wasn't right. I should control myself around him, I shouldn't be kissing or indulging in any sexual act or wanting more from him cause he is my late father’s friend and my acting father, but how can I not when I already know what it feels like to have him inside of my mouth? how can I not, when his member has become really hard and is now pressing against my ass. Fuck! My pussy was dr
Pop my cherry daddy. Chapter 7. ISABELLA. My pussy throbbed, just from hearing him speak. I spread my legs wide like he had instructed, curiosity washing through me like water cleansing dirty. His eyes hovered around my entire body and I suddenly felt hot with the air conditioner working in a perfect shape. “You are so pretty! So endowed.” The pleasure his hoarse voice surged into my body needed to be studied. I fondled my boobs softly and I saw his brows knitted into three lines, his emerald green eyes dropping all shades of bliss into my body. “You do not touch my boobs when you are not instructed to, Young one.” I swallowed in, hard, loving the way my pussy throbbed in attestation to his voice. My hand trailed off my boobs and my inner walls suddenly tightened into a knot as his scent filled my nostril. His eyes hovered around me and he searched my body as though it was looking for something in my soul. Before I could mutter a word his thick masculine hand had
Pop My Cherry Daddy.Chapter 8. I alighted from the car. Just like every other day, Danica would always wait for me at the sit and relax spot.Her face beamed with smiles, surprises evident in her eyes as I stepped out of the brand new Mercedes that had pulled the attention of a substantial number of students."You look radiant! " Danica beamed as I approached her happily with my books held to my chest.I sure do, it was the first time I was getting such special treatment. My legs had turned jelly from his touches and my pussy had gotten just the right amount of thrust it needed it would be bad of me to not be this radiant."Good morning, Bella.” Denica beamed “You've gotta gist me about where the f the car came from and how you became a morning person. " she rushed her words the moment I got closer to her, her eyes lingering on the car that drove away.I snapped my fingers across her face pulling her out of her trance."Lots of teas to spill, Bella. But firstly tell me about your d
POP MY CHERRY DADDY! Chapter 9 Isabella.As I descended the exit stairs clad in the beautiful red shape-snatching dress that Mr. Ignazio had gotten for me, my eyes took in the bustling sight of the already-filled compound. I scanned the momentary movement of everyone, every beautiful soul that attended the little yet huge party seemed to already have their groove. I looked over at the prestigious number of people available at the compound which was enough to contain 200 people. My eyes took in the sight of Aunt Amma and Uncle Mathew. I allowed my gaze to settle on them and a subconscious smile settled at the bream of my lips, as I watched them sway happily in rhythm to the soft music that played in the air. Aunt was dressed in a black waist-snatching dress that evened out her beautiful waistline. And they looked so adorable together, and of course genuinely happy. For at least once in my lifetime, I get to see them attending social gatherings together. Unlike my existing time w
Pop My Cherry Daddy. Isabella's Pov. Chapter 10. His nails dug into my skin and I suddenly felt myself being lifted from the floor, pressing my ass against the marble counter. His lips worked over mine miraculously and my heart pounded as his hand restlessly caressed the sides of my ass. He stood in between my spread thighs, his hand running against my waist and emulsifying the wetness between my thighs. I threw my hand over his shoulder, welcoming the passionate kiss. At this moment I had no sense of my own, all I could feel were pleasure waves crawling through the veins in my body. My stomach tightened into a pleasurable knot and I suddenly felt the waves exploding at my lower abdomen. Just like yesterday, it felt so good, to have him kiss me so passionately like no one ever has. His tongue swayed over mine in an attempt to find dominance. Just when I was getting it right, just when I was feeling on top of the world with a pussy as moist and wet as the ocean itself,
Pop my cherry Daddy! Chapter 11. Author’s Pov. Clad in a red waist-snatching dress, I walked elegantly down the stairs with my messy waves dangling down with me. I had decided to invite my friends Denica and Johnson to join me in this party as I struggled my way through making Ignazio jealous if he tried to ditch me like he always does. I do not know what this feeling was but it was driving me crazy and I needed to do something about it. I walked my way through the numerous numbers of the crowd swaying my ass hotly with a cup of red wine in my hand. I didn't need anyone to tell me how hot I looked, and the thrilling part of it was that Igzanio had purposely chosen this dress for me. "Bella." I heard a voice I would never mistake for anyone, shattering my trance and pulling my gaze away from the number of people on the dance floor who had their bodies swaying against each other and there she was, Denica, my very best friend. Johnson and Denica. They look cute and hot togethe
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Isbella’s Pov. Chapter 12. “I…. I…” “You do not have to look for words, Princess. I know you want me… and I want you too, but this.…” his words trailed off, his breath hitched and he ran his index finger over my back, steering up a feeling of want and greater desire inside of me. “This right here… is forbidden. However, I want it, and I will have it.” he completed in the hottest way ever, his words inducing some wetness out of my pussy. I leaned gently into him, the heat eradicating from his body gave my pussy a gentle throb and the instant need to be touched. As our body moved slowly in unison I felt every organ in my body heaving out with pleas to be touched by his hands. “Your breath…” he smiled softly, more like a devilish grin. “Your breaths are hitching for me. How wet is your pussy?” he kicked gently on his lower lips sending to my brain the image of how well he had lapped hungrily on my pussy the last time. I clamp my legs too tightly as I felt my
Epilogue. The Day His World Shifted The moment Ignazio’s phone rang, he knew. Before he even answered, a gut-wrenching feeling seized his chest, an instinct so primal it overrode everything else. The boardroom around him blurred—the mahogany table, the men in crisp suits, the foreign investors who had flown in just for this meeting. The deal he had spent months preparing for, one that would add another mountain of wealth to his empire, suddenly meant nothing. Johnson’s voice came through the speaker like a bullet to the heart. “It’s Bella. She’s in labor. We’re on our way to the hospital.” For a split second, the world stopped spinning. And then—chaos. Ignazio shoved back his chair so violently that it scraped against the marble floor. He yanked his suit jacket from the chair, already moving. The stunned silence in the room was deafening. His secretary blinked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Cancel the meeting,” he ordered, his voice edged with finality. Her mouth fell open
Chapter 97.It's been three months of peace, and harmony with just Isabella and Ignazio in their own world. ******The world stilled the moment Isabella stepped into view.Ignazio’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, it felt as though time itself had bowed at her feet.She was a vision. A goddess dressed in white.Her wedding dress clung to her body like it had been spun from the stars, delicate lace wrapping around her curves with a softness that seemed almost unreal. The fitted bodice accentuated every inch of her femininity, and as the fabric flowed down in waves, it trailed behind her like a whisper of heaven.And her hair—God, her hair.The deep burgundy strands cascaded down her back in thick, glossy waves, the color catching the golden light, painting her as something otherworldly. A delicate tiara rested atop her head, but nothing—nothing—could outshine the fierce glow in her eyes.She was the most beautiful thing Ignazio had ever seen.
Chapter 96.The moment Ignazio’s lips crashed against hers, Isabella felt herself shatter.His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. Consuming.He devoured her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips, demanding control, owning her.Isabella whimpered against him, her hands threading through his jet-black hair, pulling him closer—harder—deeper. She could taste the fire on his tongue, the raw possession in every movement.Ignazio groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body, making her legs weaken beneath his hold.His hands—rough, strong, familiar—gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, kissing her like a man who had been starving for her, dying for her, burning for her.Her nightgown had ridden up, baring the soft skin of her thighs. Ignazio’s fingers traced the exposed flesh, his touch searing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.His lips broke away from hers
Chapter 95.Isabella’s eyes fluttered open, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on her body. Her vision blurred for a moment before settling on the figure before her. Ignazio.He was sitting beside her, his fingers curled tightly around her hand, as if he feared letting go would mean losing her forever. His usually composed face was a wreck of emotions—fear, regret, desperation—all bleeding through his dark, tormented eyes.At the sight of her waking up, he inhaled sharply, his entire body tensing.“Princesss.”he rasped, his voice raw, trembling with relief and something far deeper—something dangerously close to breaking.His hand shot up to her cheek, his touch hesitant at first, as if he feared she might disappear like a cruel illusion. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, though even he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for anymore. Was it for the blood on his hands? For dragging her into his world? For making her love him despite the darkness that surrounded him?Isabella didn’t respo
Chapter 94. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her body curled in on itself as if trying to shield her heart from the unbearable ache. The dim lighting of the room did nothing to ease the darkness that had settled within her. It had been three days. Three days of isolation. Three days without stepping beyond these walls. Three days of drowning in thoughts that tore her apart. Three days of nothing but disaster.Anna’s death lingered in her mind like a shadow, but the pain of Aunt Amma’s death was a wound that bled deeper, cutting through her with a sharpness she hadn’t anticipated. She had expected to hate her aunt. She had expected to be filled with nothing but loathing after discovering that the woman she once trusted had been the one who murdered her parents.But instead, there was only emptiness.She should have felt relief. She should have rejoiced that the person who had shattered her world was gone. Yet, her heart remained in turmoi
Chapter 93.The dungeon reeked of fear as it clung to the air like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable. The walls, cold and damp, bore the silent screams of those who had begged for mercy and received none. The only sounds now were the slow, deliberate footsteps of Ignazio Vincenzo Thompson.He moved like a ghost, his presence commanding, his aura lethal. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the ember glowing like the fire raging in his soul. Smoke curled in the air as he exhaled, his stormy eyes locked onto the two figures bound to chairs in the center of the room.Anita.Denica.Two women who had played their part in destroying what little good was left in him.Anita—his ex-wife, the woman who once held his name, who once swore she loved him—not like he ever cared. The same woman who had, with a single message, shattered his world and Isabella’s heart. The picture of their already-ended marriage. She had made sure Isabella saw it, twisted the knife, let her bleed.And Denica—the tra
Chapter 92.The room was dim, filled with the thick scent of cigarettes and regret. Ignazio sat slumped in the plush leather chair, his body heavy with exhaustion, his mind wracked with turmoil. The dim glow of the overhead chandelier cast long shadows across his face, accentuating the dark circles beneath his reddened eyes. His stubble had grown, rough against his jaw, a testament to the days he had spent in this same position—drinking, smoking, waiting.Three days.Three fucking days without Isabella. Three days without the reason he existed. Three days of standing outside Johnson’s house, knocking, pleading, dropping to his knees like a desperate man stripped of his pride—only to be met with silence. Three days of torment, knowing she was inside, breathing, existing, but refusing to see him.It was a kind of death, only slower, more agonizing.Ignazio took another slow drag from his cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly as he exhaled, watching the smoke curl toward the ceilin
Chapter 91.Ignazio stared at Isabella, his heart pounding against his ribs like a caged beast desperate for escape.“Princess…” His voice dripped with something deeper—something raw, something desperate.Isabella refused to look at him, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond, past the walls, past the moment—anywhere but at him. “Forgive me.” He continued, his voice strained, thick with regret, unwilling to walk away like she had ordered. He couldn’t.“I will make things right, Princess. We could start again and live a peaceful life… with me, with you… with our baby.”The room stilled.Isabella’s breath caught in her throat.Baby?What baby?Her lashes fluttered, and for the first time in forever, her eyes moved—finally landing on Ignazio. He saw the way confusion danced across her features, the way her lips parted slightly, as though forming words that refused to come.“Baby?” Her voice was a breathless whisper, yet it echoed, slicing through the silence like a dagger.“What baby?”A ghost
CHAPTER 90. Ignazio sat on the chair next to Isabella’s bed, his fingers laced with hers as if letting go would mean losing her forever. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor echoed through the sterile hospital room, but he barely heard it. All he could hear was the agonizing silence—the silence of her unconsciousness, the silence of her absence, the silence of his own torment. “I am sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling as a tear slid down his cheek, disappearing into the stubble along his jaw. His grip on her hand tightened, as if he could will his regret into her through touch alone. He should have been careful. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have hurt her. He shouldn’t have ignored the possibility that she would follow him. But he had, and now the consequences were suffocating him. If only he had done things differently… If only she hadn’t witnessed his fury toward Anita, hadn’t seen him for the monster he was, hadn’t walked away from him in anger… If only she had