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 dripping wet! and I wish he would just slam me over the wall and take away the only thing left that makes me decent. His low moans filled my mouth and my tongue swayed around his lips, tasting him like it was my first take of whine and liquor. The taste of the apple juice we had a while ago clouded my nostrils and his scent filled my body. It was so freaking good. Our kisses had turned into smooching kisses and I was expecting this to go further till I felt his grip on my ass loosen and he pulled out of the kiss dropping me on the floor. I bit on my lower and tried staring up at him but his eyes had suddenly turned cold. “Do not jump on me ever again, Isa.” My heart flipped at the soothing sound of his undertone and my eyes stupidly fell on his crotch. My eyes widened and I bit on my lower lips, the tempting sight of his covered crotch messing with my brain. It felt so huge and the nasty urge to run my hands around it nagged at me, lost in my web of admiration I felt his hand on my chin, he raised it up and my eyes fell on his cold yet Auroring eyes. I felt my heart flip and a pool of heat streamed down my legs as his emerald-green eyes pierced into my soul. “Messing around is not allowed Isa, I won't let this happen again. Okay?” Yet again, I gulped down nothing before nodding my head to him, my pussy throbbing and itching in anticipation to have him filling me up. “This is your room. Some maids would be signed to you. Let me know when you need anything, and when you need to step out.” I bit on my lower lips, loving the hard yet melodic sound of his voice. “Thank you, sir,” I replied in a low whisper and I heard him groan a bit. He didn't say a word to me before turning around and storming out of the room. My lips twitched into a gentle smile! I had a chokehold on him and it was freaking obvious. I threw myself on the wide bed. My pussy was dripping and heck! I really do need a release. ***** The next day. I woke up the next day to the sight of two vibrant ladies dressed in a white and black maid dress. “Good morning ma'am.” they both greeted in unison and I bowed my head gently to them, sitting upright and running my hands through my eyes. I stared around the room and everywhere was looking so neat, not like it wasn't yesterday but it was extremely neat today. “Mr. Ignazio asked that we come to clean up, bathe you up, and help with all your needs.” Bath me up? I surprisingly mumble within me. Does that man think of me as a lesbian or what? “I can do the bathing,” I replied with a smile and they nodded, giving me space as I stepped out of the bed and dashed into the bathroom while they bowed to me. I awkwardly held onto my robe and walked into the bathroom. The life of the rich does feel wired. I let loose my robe and stepped under the shower, letting the cold water engage with my skin. After several minutes I returned to the room to meet with the sparkling sight of the room. My bed had been arranged neatly and one of the maids was standing at the east side of my bed with her hands on her back. “My lady.” she bowed. “Do you need me to do anything for you?” My grip on my towel tightened and I shook my head negatively. “I can do every other thing. Thanks.” “Breakfast is ready ma'am the time frame is 8, you should be at the dining table by 8.” “Okay.” She bowed and my eyes followed her as she walked away. I let out a sigh of relief and let loose my towel. “I can't believe I have to live with this every single day.” I proceeded to dress for the day and once I was done I grabbed my tote bag and took the elevator to the last floor. I located the dining room and the moment I walked in Mr Ignazio was already at the dining table. “Good morning sir.” I greeted in the most peaceful voice and my knees suddenly went numb the moment his flirtatious eye fell on my body, inviting pleasure into my pussy and making me clamp my legs softly. Ignazio’s Pov. My dick throbbed underneath my brief at the soothing sound of her voice. I raced my gaze up to get a glimpse of her but I subconsciously left my gaze on her body. Heck! My heart made a flip and I felt waves of ecstasy flushing into my body. She looked fucking great! And her dressing! They were lots of skin but she ate. She was dressed in my favorite color, a black two-piece, a skirt, and a crop top, I could tell that she had no bra on cause her nipples kept growing erect with each minute, my eyes trailed down to her exposed thighs, her skirt was a shape-snatching skirt that enhanced her hourglass shape and stopped right above her knees. She had white sneakers on and a black strap complementing it, a tote bag, and a glass to keep her hair in check! She had few accessories on and I could perceive her scent from here. Hell, she smelled so freaking nice! She had a great fashion sense, one I never thought of, and a killer shape that made me want to go nuts. She cleared her throat softly in the air and I batted my lashes softly, soft enough for her to not get an idea of. Her shape was killing me and I swear down I do not know how long I would be able to hold it in. The urge to have an everlasting taste of her. “You are set for school?” “Yes,” she muttered in a low whisper and my cock throbbed in response. The same voice that got me wanking off in my room last night. “A driver has been assigned to you as well as two bodyguards. Pick whichever car you like from the new cars outside.” “Oh my,” she exclaimed, her eyes glistering with so much happiness. “Thank you sir.” she composed and I could tell she did a lot restraining the urge to jump on me. “Seat and have your breakfast.” She replied with a gentle nod and took a seat right next to me, her scent filling and tormenting my nostrils like she was doing all of this purposely. We settled into the food and the whole dining room went silent for a long time till my mind drifted off to Ama’s words from yesterday. “So you have a boyfriend?” I found myself asking. Her grip on her cutleries loosened and she hesitated a while before giving a reply. “We broke up yesterday.” “Why?” I asked like I cared. I didn't. I was trying so hard to burry the jubilation inside of me. “He rather bend and have his hole lubed .” A gay! I figured it out from her reply and smiled inwardly. “He never gives you a fickle does he?” “Not even a turn-on,” she replied with an irked expression and I felt superior. “How about me?” I didn't know when the question fell off my mouth but I loved how husky it came out. The room. Went silent and I sipped from my juice, staring at her in the most captivating way ever. “Do I turn you on?” I finalized and I saw her nipples reacting to my words. She dropped her cutleries and raised her gaze to me. “You don't just turn me on. You rip moans off my throat.” the blissful sound of her voice filled my entire body with pleasure and I needed one thing, to get down with her. “On the desk!” I commanded my cock throbbing and with the intense need to have her. And as slutry as I know she is, she was already on the dining table, kneeling on it like a submissive ready to take her master’s cock. She will make one. I got on my feet taking closer steps toward her and I watched as she reached for her boobs fondling them softly and giving me the most seductive glare ever. Oh heavens. This wasn't the plan I had for us. I know this isn't right, but I couldn't help it a bit. I thought I would be able to move past what I had with her at the restaurant restroom yesterday, but since the moment she stepped into this house, I didn't need to be told that I was done for. I am sorry heavenly brother Iviano, but promises are meant to be broken. My eyes fell on hers and I groaned out softly. “Sit your ass on that chair and spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see all of you. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs.”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
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
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