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  DIRTY DADDY!

  A WEDDING ROMANCE SAGA

  BELL PEPPER

  “No, baby girl. You stay right where daddy puts you”

  —DADDY KEITH

  I would like to dedicate this short wedding romance novella to myself.

  Just for a change.

  **

  And, Readoholic_Girl_Smitten_With_Books as well, thanks for naming it as Bell Books On GR.

  Nice Name By The Way!

  Dirty Daddy! A Wedding Romance Saga© 2019 by Bell Pepper.

  All Rights Reserved.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  Cover designed by Lily The Best

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Bell Pepper

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  Printed Digitally/ Physically via Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing (Independently Published)

  First Printing: March 2019

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

  SNEAK A PEEK, BEFORE YOU LEAVE!

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Prologue

  Prologue

  Ihear somebody knocking at my door but I don’t turn to look who’s there at all. I already know who it is. I remain seated on my study chair with my arms folded in front of me angrily as I wait for him to enter on his own.

  His footsteps echo behind me as he comes inside of course unasked and makes himself comfortable on my bed like he owns it.

  After all, it’s his style. To make everything look like he owns it no matter if he does or not.

  “Come here, Biscuit” he huffs but I still don’t turn to look at him. I am far from angry with him right now and him calling me that! - ‘Biscuit’ again is already making my anger bubble up further.

  “No” I fume.

  “Biscuit, don’t tempt me to come and get you on my own” I can hear the threat present in his undertone but today I am in no mood to give in.

  I have already given in a lot and that’s already backfiring on me now. Anything he does to me now can’t be more displeasing than what he has already done.

  I remain in my seat, facing away from him and wait for the consequences I am sure to come after my disobedience.

  “Biscuit, don’t tempt daddy to come and get you” he repeats and this time I shiver a bit realizing he is actually really angry with me. But wait a second!

  Why am I fearing him when he is the one who’d feel ashamed of what he has done?

  “No!” I yell confidently “and you are not my daddy either. I am not yours…” I add finally standing up to look him in the eye. I hate him in this moment. Hate him a lot.

  How could he do this to me? To us?

  “Biscuit!” he snaps stopping me mid-sentence. I quiver back instantly when I see him getting up and heading towards me. Oh! he is definitely angry. So much angry that even his jawbones are flashing from under his five o’ clock beard on his square face.

  His sea green eyes darkened with rage and glaring at me. I can’t help but step backward when he comes too close to me that he is practically barging into my personal space.

  “Come back here. You know you aren’t allowed to step away from daddy”

  My legs shiver but somehow I manage to put them one after another to come to stand exactly where he is pointing at, right in front of him.

  “I- I didn’t mean…”

  “Never say you’re not mine. Understand?”

  His hands grasp mine tightly and jerk me lightly until I give him an understanding nod.

  I am already sobbing, ready to cry out and he knows it. He takes my quivering chin in between his fingers and pulls my face up to look at him.

  “Why did you tell dad that we are… that we are…” I sob.

  “Fucking each other?”

  “Together”

  “Because I wanted them to know that you’re mine now”

  He smiles looking into my teary eyes. His teeth flashing brightly under the sunlight from my open bedroom window and I can’t help but feel possessed by him again- just like the first time.

  His lively eyes captivated me the moment I saw him in the sitting area talking to my parents when I came back home from my grad school. The way he was laughing with his all shiny teeth on show and his pointed cheekbones shining brightly in the sunlight had me bewildered right there.

  I didn’t realize I was standing in the doorway for a long time and was feeling giddy just by looking at him, but he did.

  He noticed me gawking at his face as he talked to mom and dad about his new venture with dad’s company and even raised a brow at me when I smartly tried to sneak a peek at his lap from under my lashes where he was keeping a pillow to hide his own bulge from every other person in the room.

  The very next day he was already waiting for me outside my school when I came out during my lunch break to grab a sandwich before my next class.

  He already knew about my schedule for the rest of the day and knew how much time we had to spent together to fool around in the city behind my parent’s back.

  I was enlivened, the way he picked me up and then took me away for a drive on the outline of the city.

  Greenery all around us and nobody to scare our little bubble of privacy.

  We went to small tea stalls even, a millionaire’s daughter on a road side tea-stall with a billionaire himself.

  We had the most amazing beverages of our life there, ate whatever they had available at the moment, that’re mostly pre- packed sandwiches or some warped tortillas.

  And most importantly, never got caught.

  “Biscuit, you know there is no U-turn if we did this right now” he said when I tried to deepen the goodbye kiss he gave me the other day before dropping me back to school for my next class after a romantic lunch we had at a posh restaurant of Chicago.

  Me dressed in my school dress when he was wearing the most expensive suit one could imagine. He had a meeting in an hour so he kinda came already dressed to give us some more time together.

  My panties started to pool with my arousal when I felt his immenseness under my palms for the first time.

  I didn’t hold back this time. Instead of sitting in my seat like a good girl and let him kiss me good bye softly, I joined him too.

  Pressing my palms inside his suit jacket, I caressed his strong chest and felt his perfectly trimmed figure with my flat palms. His lean waist, strong chest and broad shoulders.

  I shivered when he sucked on my tongue harder as he felt my hands on his nipples. I grazed it from above his shirt with my fingernails and he growled into my mouth.

  “I know, Uncle Keith. I don’t want to take a U-turn either. I love you. I know I do.” I said.

  “Good girl”

  This time he’s the one who deepens our kiss.

  My eyes go wide, so big that they might pop out as he blocks my oxygen out completely with his mouth until I can’t take it anymore.

  Then finally he lets go, letting me suck some fresh air in. I gasp in his mouth sucking short breaths to regain my energy while he still keeps his lips close to mine.

  I feel his hand under my knees and yelp loudly when I feel him pulling me towards him.

  “Oh my...!!”

  In just his one strong tuck I am sitting in his lap, my legs straddling his broad thighs and my face close to his.

  We both looking straight into each other’s eyes, not a single crease on our foreheads. In this moment we don’t care if anybody sees us like this.

  Sitting in our car parked under a huge tree, just across the school building. Students going in and out of gates but thankfully on the other side of the road.

  I moan as he pushes my face close to his and starts sucking on my lips again “Such a good girl you’re, Isabelle” he sighs.

  I blush when I feel his hands sliding up on my thighs and under my plated skirt. His rough and huge fingers forcing their way in between my thighs. I try to pull away from his touch and rise up on his lap but his other hand on my neck doesn’t let me go far.

  “No, baby girl. You stay right where your daddy puts you” I moan hearing his words as he nips on my lips and forces me back onto his lap so that his cock is poking me from under his jeans.

  Daddy! My daddy!

  I don’t know why I don’t feel ashamed of calling him my daddy. It seems so natural as I try it on my lips.

  “Daddy” I breath. “Oh, daddy!”

  His two strong fingers push the thin fabric of my white cotton panties aside and I quiver when I feel his touch on my bare skin. It’s the first time anybody has touched me there.

  The way his index finger glides on my slickness, pressing my labia lips aside so that I can feel the air in between my folds, all while he holds my panties aside with his middle finger.

  I can feel it all happening but I am too scared to look down, so I keep my eyes at his while he lowers his gaze to my vagina to look at it directly.

  His eyes darken and he growls “so beautiful”
I shudder at his words. “So beautiful and all mine” He pulls me close to him and I gasp again in his mouth when I feel his finger slipping inside my vagina as he starts fuking me with it until I am quivering for a release and begging him to show some mercy.

  “Yes, daddy. All yours, daddy… ahh!”

  I blush every single time I remember how he kissed me after that confession. The way his tongue intrigued into my mouth and in every other hole in me after that day. He is a fukin machine.

  He can fuck me for hours and still would be hard enough to fuck me more. And I love it, I love him fuking me like that, like he owns me completely.

  When I am under him, I am all his to explore, to do whatever he wants to do with me.

  The way my body responds to his command like there is nothing better in this world than surrendering myself to him and following every command he gives,

  The way he always makes it up to me with a good orgasm he pulls right out of me with his dominance over my small body placed under his huge and broad one.

  He makes me feel happy, much more than any boy in my past ever did and the only thing he asks me in return is to call him daddy.

  My panties dampen every time I call him that.

  Daddy. My daddy!

  I was so happy that everything was going perfectly alright, until he got a call from his company that he urgently needs to be there, as there was some emergency in his headquarters in NYC, and that he wants me to come with him too.

  “You could’ve just said that you had a job or anything for me in NYC and I could stay there with you, or something like that” I shrug, still feeling sad that he told my parents the dirty little secret of ours.

  Anything would have been better but the truth.

  My parents trusted him so much, he was like a long lost brother to my dad. They would have let me go anyway with him, so why the truth?

  “Are you ashamed of us, baby girl?” His grasp on my chin tightens and I yelp with the pain. My hands are on his fingers instantly to loosen his grasp but I am of no match for his power.

  “Ahh…” I whimper. Daddy seems hurt by my words but I didn’t mean that at all. I could never feel ashamed of us. We love each other and this forbidden relationship or whatever it is we have, is as important to me as it’s to him.

  “Tell me, biscuit. Are you ashamed of being a daddy’s girl?” he snarls in my face.

  “No, daddy. Of course not”

  “Good” he finally let go of me and I sigh deeply relaxed “Then get dressed and come downstairs. We’ve a wedding to attend”

  Chapter 1

  Istand in front of the mirror to look at myself dressed in my wedding gown. It’s the best I could have imagined to wear at my wedding day, if only I was thinking about one.

  I still needed time, to complete my education, get a well-paid job and then maybe a family of my own, but apparently, the sequel didn’t go as how I planned it.

  I definitely have to make some last minute changes in my life goals now.

  I am a married woman now, who is getting an apprentice job at her husband’s office so that I could learn about the startups to join his company one day, once my studies will be over of course.

  Daddy says it would be nice if I started from a light job than joined an actual one, since I still have a lot of studies left to deal with.

  He has a way to make every situation look presentable. He presented this idea to my family members like it was the best of me to get married to him. A man who adores me and still thinks about making me into a successful woman rather than the traditional housewife.

  Even I felt a little awed about it when he told us everything he had in his mind for me on our small wedding reception. He cheered everyone up, except my parents.

  My face pales and my eyes fill up again with fresh tears as I remember how sad my parents seemed when I came downstairs dressed in my wedding gown.

  They never imagined their only daughter getting married like this, all of a sudden. At the age of nineteen, they only wanted me to concentrate on my studies so that I could have a bright future afterwards.

  But, what I did instead with one of his best buds changed all of that. It’s nothing more than just disappointment in their eyes.

  “They will come through” two heavy hands circle around my waist and wet lips graze my earlobe lightly.

  Daddy is back from his errands and now is with me in our wedding suite. A posh wedding suite at the back of a posh plane, all decorated with flowers and scented with perfume.

  “You’re back” I sigh resting back into his arms and closing my eyes to feel protected again.

  “I am” Against all that’s happened just because of his silly decision, he is still the best thing that has ever happened to me, and though, I am angry as hell on him right now but I can’t help but feel wonderful and protected again now that he’s back.

  Daddy wraps his arms tightly around me and I moan when his lips kiss me again at the sweet spot between my neck and my shoulder blade. His warm breaths tickling on my skin as he blows on the wet spot he has created there.

  “You look lovely, Isabelle” I stiffen feeling the gushing liquid between my legs again. Daddy always makes me feel like this.

  My satin panties damping even more as he kisses me again and again, covering my whole shoulder blades slowly.

  I feel ashamed about feeling this way when I should feel angry with him to disappoint my family like this, but I can’t. My mind never works correctly when he is like this with me.

  Instead of moving far from him, I turn into his embrace to let him kiss my lips that are begging for his attention now.

  My lips feel dry as hell and I pucker them close to his to let him take care of my sudden need to be kissed.

  Daddy smiles bluntly, he knows his power over me.

  “You want daddy to kiss your lips, sweet girl?” he asks and closing my eyes, I nod eagerly to feel his wet lips back on my skin.

  Our lips join together as we kiss each other with total energy we have. Daddy forcing his lips on my sweet ones and his tongue intruding into my mouth without even waiting to seek for permission.

  His right hand leaves my waist and moves to the back of my head to hold me still in his arms as he takes it all that I have, until all the strength I’ve inside me is gone and I am mewling in his arms like his good little girl.

  I try to move back, away from him when he sucks all my oxygen out and my eyes roll back as I limp on the verge of passing out. Daddy chuckles and finally let go of me.

  “There is my little girl. All surrendered to her daddy. Are you still angry why daddy didn’t leave you behind and decided to bring you with him instead?” he questions.

  His hands are roaming on my skin lightly, brushing off all the sudden electricity I feel on my membrane. I feel hot as hell, half because of his torment and half because of the need I feel down there between my legs now.

  His dominance always makes me feel good.

  “Maybe a little” I reply with my eyes closed and breathing fast as hell.

  His fingers squeezing my hips feel awesome. With the way he pulls me back to him and starts kissing me all over makes my legs feel like jello. If it wasn’t his hands keeping me stick to his body, I would be on the ground by now, limping all over with his sweetness.

  “I guess I need to work harder on that”

  I gasp when he pulls me up into his arms with his hold on my waist and cradles me to his chest. My breasts feel heavy and my hardened nipples are already brushing lightly on his linen white shirt to get some comfort.

  His black suit jacket he wore at the wedding gone now but the waistband and the bow tie is still there, making him look sexier than ever.

  My man. My husband!

  He carries me to the two posh couches placed at the corner in our plane cabin and surprises me by putting me down on the coffee table instead.

  “Oh!”

  The glass feels cold underneath me and I try to jerk up from the table, but his grip on my leg stops my movements as he pulls me back down towards him and throws my both legs over his shoulder.

  “Lie down, Biscuit” He orders and I comply.