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
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 13.Author's Pov.I walked into my room, but the ambience and peacefulness of the room had changed. Having Isa in my room felt like a blessing, but the greatest blessing was having Isa lay on the bed with her legs spread so wide for me. In the red dress I had specifically picked out for her she looked extremely gorgeous and breathtaking, like an angel that descended from heaven. There was no way I could deny her breathtaking beauty. Her enchanting Hazel eyes, her intriguing smiles, her plump and soft lips that seemed to be calling mine. Her burgundy hair which always stole the spotlight, and her fair radiant complexion, all of these attributes held an irresistible temptation that made me want to do nothing less but have myself buried in between her. Fuck! The thoughts of that aroused me so well that I could already feel my cock throbbing. The thoughts of her that I inhabit are rather decent, but I can't help it, I really can't help the thoughts of havin
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 14. Ignazio’s Pov. “Daddy…” Isa cried for help, holding onto my hand… “Daddy… please make me cum.. Please…” she cried frustratingly and that was it, I loved it so much. The helpless sight of her surged into me an indecent satisfaction and a knowledge that she wanted me more than anything. I stood on my feet and climbed onto the bed. “Give me, one reason. Just one reason why I shouldn't stop, why I should make you come.” Her heartbeat increased as she surfed for words, the ones I knew were so voidable in her mouth, yet she was holding herself back. She was holding herself back from saying all those nasty words to me. I felt like a predator right now, but it was fun, having her as my prey would be so fun, magnanimously fun. “No words from you no orgasms.” I grinned from ear to ear, frustrating her even more and finding more pleasure in frustrating her still.Her body stilled and her eyes helped an immeasurable amount of please but I wanted her to spe
POP MY CHERRY DADDY.Chapter 15.Ignazio’s Pov. I watched Isa as her breath heaved up and down. She looked fucking sexy, as she trembled in orgasm. One I had made her feel. An orgasm that none had ever given her before. A part of me rejoiced so well at the fact that I was the first person to have ever given her an orgasm, but another part of me reminded me that this wasn't supposed to be happening in the first place. In the history of all time, no lady tastes better than her. For a man who has spent literally all his life getting the entire pussy of all the women in Sicily, I should rather be contented with all the pussy I have had a taste of, but the case with Isa is so fucking different. Her scent is so captivating. And her taste, no one ever tasted so good. I want to hold back. I want to stop trying to have a taste of her. I want to stay away from her but I can't. Call me whatever names, but I would be a predator for her. “Daddy…” her sexy little voice pulled me out of my tra
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