Call Me Daddy Novels & Stories

"Can I call you daddy now?" Kai felt his heart melt. He didn't know how long he had craved to hear that statement "yes," He said, his voice cracking. He smiled, his eyes misting up. "You can me daddy. I'm your daddy." David smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Hello daddy," Kai hugged the boy, holding him as if he feared he would disappear if he let up. The boy hugged him back, "It's nice to meet you daddy. " He whispered

I came out of the bathroom after a few minutes with a black towel wrapped around my waist. "Shit! I forgot to call, Maclen." I said softly to myself so I immediately picked up my cellphone and called Maclen, while the phone was ringing I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a boxer, plain white shirt, and pants. "What do you want, Zuck?" Maclen asked snarling at me and I can't help but smirk thinking that he might be still sleeping when I call him. "We have things to do, get ready!" I said and I laugh weakly when I heard him cursing on the other line.

His fiery black orbs widened before he blinked nervously and then smiled, then glanced at Lucious. “Yes, buddy. I am your dad.” He uttered, and his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow. Lucious nodded with understanding and then looked at me. I met his gaze and smiled warmly fighting the tightness in my throat, then cupped his cheek. “Can I call him daddy?” The words slammed into my chest like a sledgehammer. Pins pricked the back of my eyes and unexpected heat covered my entire head. “Yes, honey. You can call him Daddy.” I nodded with enthusiasm, trying to expel the nasty feeling that was charging at me at the speed of light.

" FYI, it's Dave, not Mave! Where the fuck are you we're waiting at Stacey's house." "FYI, I don't give a fuck about your name; Dave or Mave you're still a dick thirsty bitch! And I will be there in a minute." "You slimy..." and there goes my finger pressing the end button to that call. 'You can be such a bitch sometimes,' my inner voice says. 'I know right' was my spicy reply.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. Layson paused, frowning, his intense gaze locked on my face. He hadn't heard me address him like that in a long time. When I was a kid and first brought to his castle, I used to sweetly call him "Your Majesty". Later, once I understood the feelings I had for him, I refused to use that title anymore. Sometimes, I called him "my Alpha Daddy" or "Daddy", and sometimes, I was bold enough to call him directly by name, "Layson".

She mocked with a cold expression, "You're thinking too much. If it wasn't to pick up your son at night, I wouldn't care about it!" "Daddy, hurry up and give it to Mommy! I can call you in the future too!" The little guy quickly tried to persuade his father. This way, they would have a way to contact each other.

“Will you do something for me, please?” “Tell me.” I run the arch of my foot up and down his calf, my fingers playing with his chest hair. Between us, his erection thickens, his breath accelerating. “While you’re in the office today, will you call my father and explain that we’re together now?” His body stiffens, but I press on. “I know he hasn’t been there for me, Aleksei. Raising me has been left entirely to you…” I lower my voice to a whisper. “My real daddy.”

The words he spoke next would change everything. “You’re going to call me Daddy.” The word hit me like a physical blow, a shockwave of pure, undiluted lust that made my knees buckle. It was so wrong. It was so filthy. It was the ultimate transgression, the ultimate revenge, and it was the most fucking hot thing I had ever heard in my entire life. Fucking the father. Calling him Daddy. It was perfect. “Now, say it,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that left no room for argument.

Too much anticipation. "From now on, don't call me by my name. Call me daddy," he said. I bit my lower lip. He was going too far but I liked the name. "Say it!" "Daddy." "Say it!" "Daddy." "Say it!" he said and filled my hole with his dick in one powerful thrust. "Oooohhh, Daaaaddy."

"Love, move backwards against the sink so I can raise your legs up." Cal spread my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. His eyes never left mine. That gaze of his, cold, and penetrating, I just wished he could penetrate me so my body could calm the fuck down. Too much anticipation. "From now on, don't call me by my name. Call me daddy," he said. I bit my lower lip. It sounded like we were too mature for that but I liked the name. "Say it!" "Daddy." "Say it!"