Call Me Daddy Novels & Stories

he moaned and those words just made my pussy tighten even more. I was going to cum. "Daddy, Daddy" I called his name urgently. "I want to cum" "Cum... Cum on daddy's cock and tighten the shit out of my cock!" He growled and thrusted into me himself. One deep, sharp thrust that was so hard that I cried out loudly and came instantly.

Kayla swiftly stood to her feet, disentangling herself from my arm. She seemed timid, but in my embarrassment, I wasted no time pulling the phone out of my pocket at that moment. I was ready to yell at anyone who called, but to my surprise, it wasn't just anyone. It was my little princess; it was Adoora who called. Taking a deep breath to calm my raging nerves, I picked up the call and placed it on my ear. "Hello Daddy!" She called out and instantly I turned my back against Kayla, who was still in my office.

her voice was lowered as if he was afraid someone would hear. We talked there until Daddy and Mommy called him because they said they were going home. Mommy and Daddy hugged me and reminded me about being a husband. I almost don't remember that anymore because I've been stuck everywhere. I was startled when someone suddenly grabbed my waist gently. I looked at who is it and was even more surprised to see that it was Callum. His expression still didn't change, still serious and not smiling. “Take care of our daughter, Mr. Villanueva.” Daddy said in a low voice.

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

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.

There's nothing slow or delicate about it this time; this time he drives every inch he has into me without hesitation, bottoming out with such force it feels as though he's hammering straight into my stomach. I let out a deep moan straight into the pillow. "Oh, baby..." "Fuck," he grunts. "This exactly what Daddy needs this morning, angel. This little tiny pussy hole, so tight and wet for Daddy. Now you just stay there, just like you were, with your legs spread and your perfect ass in the air and let me pound you. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy!"

“Say that again,” I say. Dante doesn’t answer. He’s looking at the phone like it’s something that bit him, and for a man who walked out of a warehouse full of people who wanted him dead approximately four minutes ago looking completely unbothered, the fact that a phone call is doing this to his face tells me everything. “Dante.” I put my hand on his arm. “Say that again.” “Judge Callum Sorin,” he says. “My father.”

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "

Maybe… “Tell him Daddy misses him.” Everything inside me stopped. Lungs refused to draw breath. Heart thudded painfully. Vision blurred. Tell him… Daddy misses him? I waited for him to correct himself, to laugh and say, “I mean Uncle Sam.” Anything. But he didn’t. His voice remained tender, warm—tender in a way he had not been toward the life growing inside me. And in that moment, the truth settled like ice: He wasn’t talking about his nephew or Veronica’s children.

I sucked my teeth as I moved to the homepage. I picked up my phone and dialed a number. I placed my phone to my ear as I moved my eyes to the time on my laptop. Past midnight. "Hey, daddy," Cece's familiar seductive voice came through. "So excited you called. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me." "You at the club?" I asked. "Yeah. Where else I finna be, daddy? I be workin' diligently and makin' you lots of them bills you love."