Daddy’s Breeding Slut

Lately, I’ve noticed a shift in the way my Daddy looks at me—his gaze darker, more possessive. His desire has taken a dark and irresistible turn. He doesn’t just want me; he wants me to carry his baby. The words leave me breathless, disbelief warring with the undeniable excitement coursing through me. My heart pounds as I grapple with the truth: the thought of becoming his, in every sense, sends a forbidden thrill through my body.