Best First Time Dad Books Novels & Stories

I mumbled but he managed to hear what I said. "Then what is it about?" He asked gently, while his hand was on my arm tugging me to face him. "It was my first time and I felt like I wasn't good enough," I blurted out without carefully going through my words. I was suddenly met with silence, Glen's hand froze on my hand immediately then I quickly turned to face him, he wore a confused yet worried look on his face. "Are you okay?" I calmly asked. His gaze wandered to my eyes then he suddenly gripped me gently, "did you just say this is your first time?"

I heard his zipper, felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance and my head fell back, peering up at him. "Ready for Daddy's cock, Flower?" "Yes, please." He pushed inside slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he filled me. So full. So perfectly full. "That's my good girl," he groaned. "Taking Daddy's cock so well." He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in, pushing against my pussy walls as they squeezed his cock. "I can't get enough with you," he murmured, one hand sliding around to find my clit. "So tight and wet, perfect little pussy made just for Daddy."

Losing his patience, he violently shoved me away. I tumbled down the steps. My ear slammed against the handrail, and it hurt so much that I couldn't hear a thing anymore. Mom took me to several hospitals, and the doctors made it clear that if we treated it early, there was still hope. However, we didn't have the luxury to do that. Snapping back to the present, I looked up, staring right into Ian's eyes. "Since when did the man who's so great at protecting his perfect little family become too fragile to handle the truth?"

“What the hell is this?” Lexie’s fingers clutched the sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white. Kira sat up, her tears spilling fresh. “It’s my fault,” she blurted. “Don’t… don’t be mad at Lexie. Please.” His head snapped toward Kira, his jaw flexing. “Your fault?” His laugh was short, bitter. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?” Kira wiped at her face, but her hands shook. “I love her, Dad,” she said, her voice breaking, desperately. “I can’t help it.”

“Is what?” “Feeding and sex together. The two hungers feed each other, satisfy each other. Most sires handle their fledgling’s sexual needs for the first year until they gain control.” He held up his hands at my expression. “I’m not saying you have to. I’m just explaining what you’re going to feel. The sire bond will make you want me specifically, and the newborn lust will make that want almost unbearable.” As if summoned by his words, I suddenly became aware of how good he smelled.

And app​a⁠rently, he had decided that know‍ing everything mea‍n​t stu‍dying. T​he next mo‌rning, I di‌s​covered just how ser⁠ious h​e was. I walked into the livin​g ro‌om a‍nd‌ stopped cau⁠s⁠e the‌re we​re books everywh‍ere.​ Pregnan⁠cy books, parent‌ing books, books​ about⁠ newborn‍s and⁠ books about twi​ns. T‌here was even one‍ titl‍ed Understanding Your⁠ B‌aby’s First Year.

Neither Lyra nor Arsen cared. The only thing that mattered was the tiny life growing stronger every day. As the months passed, Arsen became increasingly fascinated by fatherhood. He purchased books. Then more books. Then entire libraries of books. Mrs. Vale found him one afternoon reading a guide titled The First 365 Days of Fatherhood. "Carl." Arsen looked up. "Yes?" "The baby isn't even born yet." "I know." Mrs. Vale stared. Arsen continued reading. She laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes.

“ I'm sure she will slow down once the baby gets here after it's her first one” “it's my first too man, there's no guideline on those things the damn books don't help at all” he shows me the baby book that he was reading, if he wasn't looking like he wanted to cry I would've laughed my ass off cause the only thing that I have ever seen Jay reads is a piece paper that needs his signature and it's not often, so seeing that side of him makes me happy for him. “ anything for our mate man, you know how it is”

Everything was fine, until the girl opened her mouth. “Daddy!” Automatically Eva froze in my arms before pulling away from me. “What did she say?” I gulped at her expression. "Well, hmm... I had nothing to do with it, babe. It’s the woman I had fired faults, she put things in the baby's mind and now she calls me that.” "Her first word is daddy,” she said with murderous eyes. "And apparently, you are daddy." "Actually, her first word was no." “Her first real word is daddy!” she exclaimed, "How could you?"

Mom interjected. Dad opened the front door, it was getting clearer to me that this was built during King Midas' reign. Most of the interior were gold inspired. As the old-fashioned lover my dad is, he swooped my mom and carried her bridal style. I know, a bit of a cringe, but when your father is centuries old, you'll understand. After all, it was a sweet gesture. I doubt married couples who have a 19-year-old child would still be as affectionate as my parents.