Am I Daddy Novels & Stories

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

"Wait. Do you know what your daddy looks like? Have you seen him, love?" "Yes, Mommy. I saw him and Aunt Christy said it should only be our little secret."

“Thank you for saving me,“ Amie sniffed. “Where's daddy?“ She asked, her gaze going over Aiden's shoulders to the entrance as she wondered where the daddy that he had mentioned was. Aiden felt something constrict in his chest. He was going to tell her that her dad was on his way, but he found himself saying gently, “I'm your real daddy, Amie.“ He looked into Amie's confused eyes as they roamed his face. He nodded, “Yes, sweetheart. I'm your daddy.“ Amie's frown made his heart ache, but the knowledge that she was now aware of who he really was in her life soothed the ache. Amie blinked at him as he carried her in his arms, and quickly walked them out of the building. My real daddy? Amie thoug

"But he was just that. A boy. I want a man. I want you, Daddy. You don't need to watch... you can have me." My pussy was getting wet. So, so wet. "This is crazy, Amy. You're crazy." "Crazy for you, Daddy." "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but..." I placed a hand over my mouth.

There was something about the nickname that suited her tommy, heart and pussy. “Are you okay? You do not sound really great.” Amelia’s heart fluttered, hearing him speak so observing about her mood, it was a non-sexual turn but it turned her on still. “I am doing great Daddy... I… I just feel tired.” “What do you need? You know Daddy has 1000 100 and 1 way to make you happy and he is going to do that. Right?” “What's daddy planning to do?” she asked curiously and Hardcore bit his lowerlips his hand on his keyboard.

He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart . “Aren’t you going to say something ?” He asked me again, breaking into my thoughts . I turned and faced him . Why can’t you let me be , my father asked you to be my guardian, he never said that you should stuck my life . My father is strict and he would still let me go out but yet you don’t want me leaving the house without your permission . Staying out is even crazier . I don’t have much to say but I would really appreciate it if you would let me be .” I told him to be as calm as possible as I pulled away from him and turned to face the window .

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

While Aiden kept asking me what happened. Their questions were messing with my head. I didn't know how to answer them ,the right words to use and the right excuse. What do I tell them? That their father laid his hands on me?No way . "I don't want daddy here anymore " "Where is daddy ?" "I don't want him here , I don't want him to mama cry." "Daddy is bad " Aiden kept hammering into Amelia's ear with a loud tone. "Daddy isn't, daddy isn't " Amelia also whining and shouting.

The smile that I really miss—I really want to cry, but I try to hold it in. "You're Daddy's child; you've lived with Daddy for years; Daddy knows just the sound of your footsteps, let alone the smell of his perfume," Daddy answered very confidently. I became even more moved by Daddy's words. "Daddy." Finally, I cried and hugged Daddy. Seeing my strange attitude, Daddy seemed quite confused. "Hey, Amber, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Daddy asked with a worried expression. I can only answer by shaking my head. "Then, did your lover hurt you?" Daddy asked, but after that, Daddy laughed, as if laughing at his question earlier.

Jessica celebrates in joy, then looks back at me, “She called you daddy, Aiden. I’ve never told her to do that, she just sees you that way.” Yeah, right. “More proof we need to have an important conversation later,” I say with a gentle tone and in-love eyes. I don’t know how I do that, but I know I’m good at it because they always work. Jess is nodding and frantically making plans for dinner. And then assuming I’ll be staying the night with her. "You are not my daddy, I just said that because my mom keeps telling me to do it," Amy says when I'm driving, "You're taking me to see my real dad, right?