Call Me Daddy Novels & Stories

“Can you feel Daddy’s cock? Can you feel how hard Daddy’s cock is for you?” Nuella’s nipples poked and her pussy moistened. He was hard for her. Her heart melted and she nodded before giving a reply. “Yes, Daddy. I can feel your hardness coco against my ass.” “Good girl. That was how fucking hard I was when you called your father Daddy, a name that is fucking meant for me.” Nuella swallowed him. She had called her father Daddy? “What is Daddy going to do to me?” Devine grinned, then bit on her earlobe watching her shudder.

Therefore, I had no reason not to enjoy this as well. I crouched down in front of him. "Did you just call me daddy?" Austin nodded, and I couldn't feel happier than this. "Mommy said you could be my daddy now, so I want to call you daddy. Can I?" "Sure. Of course." I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes. "You can call me Daddy. In fact, I'm so happy than you call me Daddy now." A wide smile etched on his lips. "Daddy Wyatt."

If not Lucas… Then someone who actually matters. Someone who has always mattered. “Daddy…” I whisper under my breath as I scroll to his number. My finger hovers for just a second, then I press call. The phone rings twice, and my daddy answers the call. “Fiorella?” His voice is warm, deep, and familiar. And just like that… something inside me cracks. “Daddy…” My voice comes out smaller and fragile than I intend. Barely held together. There’s an immediate shift on the other end.

Melamie “Daddy…Daddy please….. aghhhhhhh..harder.. fuck that pussy like you own it…fuck me dirty Daddy “ " Call me that with those little lips of yours and I'd thrust in more harder than you'd ever imagine." Father Kentucky growled as he thrusted hard inside my pussy shaking my walls and my head as well. Turning my brain with that big cock of his! Driving me crazy at each forceful thrust as I held onto the porcelain tile eyes shut in abandon.

“Fuck me, Daddy." “Good girl.” He brought my legs up his shoulders and then went harder, he pounded me so fucking hard that at first I moved sideways as my cum got hotter, it wanted to be released but daddy asked me to wait for him. “Oh fuck. I'm close," he groaned, going on until finally he slowed down and there I felt a liquid rush into me, and that made me release my own.

He stared at her red lips with a look that was hungry but absolutely ruthless. "Don't come crying to me when I actually do. Because once I start, I won't stop until you're broken." Lona flashed a wicked smirk. "I think I’d like being broken by you, Daddy..." Suddenly, the sound of Bella’s footsteps echoed back. Revan instantly straightened up, stepping away with a fluid, natural grace. By the time Bella walked back in, he was busy adjusting his rolled-up sleeves. "Finished your talk?" Bella asked cheerfully. "Totally, Mom. Daddy Revan is... surprisingly interesting when you get him one-on-one," Lona said as she stood up. She brushed past him, letting her hips accidentally bump his hand.

Ann: “I did… especially now that I’m with you.” Me: (Blushing) “I assume you like the dress, then?” Ann: “Oh, I love it. Love, love, love it. Thanks, Daddy.” Me: “You’re welcome, Princess.” Ann: “My mom called today while I was at the spa.” Me: “Oh, that’s good. Hope she’s okay.”

I would’ve laughed, but Daddy stepped out of the house at that exact moment in tight blue swim trunks and the sound became a strangled whisper in my throat. Sasha let out a low whistle under her breath. “Damn girl. Your dad is fucking hot. I’d ride that raw. All night with the lights on.” Heat flooded my face and my cunt at the same time. Sasha’s filthy words painted the exact fantasy I’d been living in since I was old enough to touch myself. Daddy’s thick cock buried inside me all night long. We entered the water and Sasha handed me her phone. Daddy waited patiently while we took pictures, mindlessly wading around the deep end.

"This novel explores complicated relationships, betrayal, family conflict, emotional manipulation, and difficult personal choices. Some themes may be emotionally challenging for certain readers. I thought I knew the man I married. I was wrong. On our anniversary, I discovered that my husband had been hiding a devastating secret from me. In a single night, everything I believed about our marriage fell apart. Just when I thought things couldn't become more complicated, his father stepped into the middle of our broken relationship. He studied me carefully before giving me a knowing smile. ""Careful, Little Trouble. Before you make your next move, you should know there's far

"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.