Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
We finally stepped into our private overwater suite after saying bye to Rocky bhaiya and Abir, who were heading off to some loud club. The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly the whole world felt small and warm and only about me and my Daddy Rajbhir. No more group teasing, no more Param's loud dirty jokes, no more Abir flicking my swim briefs. Just us.
I stood there, looking like a shy little rabbit. But inside? Inside, my heart was racing, and my nunu was already waking up like it had its own party plans.
"Finally," Rajbhir papa rumbled. He didn't just walk; he prowled. He locked the door and turned toward me, his shoulders looking like they were made of mountain rock. "No more Abir making jokes. No more distractions. Just me and my little naughty boy."
"D-Daddy..." I squeaked. I looked down at my shoes, acting all innocent and obedient, even though I was busy imagining exactly how heavy he'd feel on top of me.
"Look at you, turning all pink," he teased. He stepped closer, invading my space. "You were so quiet at breakfast. Was it because my hand was busy? Did you like how I squeezed your little nunu in front of everyone? You're such a dirty little thing, aren't you? Thinking about your Daddy's big dick while everyone else is eating eggs."
I squirmed, my knees feeling weak. "Daddy, stop! That's so embarrassing!"
"Oh, I'm just getting started," he whispered, leaning down so his hot breath tickled my ear. "I'm going to make you so embarrassed that you'll forget your own name. I'm going to use that mouth for something other than eating papaya, Meet."
Before I could fumble for a comeback, he grabbed my waist and pulled me in. He kissed me—and oh my god. I thought kissing was a thing, but this? It was hot, firm, and tasted like mint and pure, raw man. I felt like I was melting into the floor.
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"See?" he murmured, thumb brushing my bottom lip. "That's how Papa kisses his boy when there are no rules left."
I felt dizzy and happy and naughty all at once. No more mystery. No more secret crushes while pretending to be innocent. He wasn't just my caring Daddy anymore. He was my man. My big, strong, hunky man who wanted me the same dirty way I wanted him. The thought made me feel so giddy I can't explain.
My hands moved on their own. I started unbuttoning his shirt, fingers shaking a little with excitement. When the shirt finally fell open, I pushed it off his shoulders, letting my palms slide over his warm skin. He felt so solid, so real. I could touch him anywhere now. Squeeze his arms, kiss his chest, stare at the huge bulge in his pants as many times as I wanted. No more stealing glances in the shower and pretending I wasn't looking. The freedom made my head spin in the best way.
Rajbhir smiled down at me, gentle yet with a dangerous, manly spark in his eyes. "That's it, baby. Touch whatever you want. I'm all yours tonight."
He picked me up like a gentleman and laid me onto the bed. I looked up as he hovered over me. His hands were so careful and yet so sure when he pulled my shorts down, then hooked his fingers in my underwear and slid them off too.
