Call Me Daddy Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I haven't heard that name in a very long time! It is good to see you, Tommy." Maeve stayed behind her Daddy staring up at the large man in surprise and a small amount of fear. He was bald as a cue ball, almost six and a half feet tall, had piercings in his left ear, over his right eye brow and at one corner of his mouth. A tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck and his bare arms were covered in a dizzying and dazzling amount of ink in all colors. He wore a leather vest and pale blue denim jeans with Doc Marten's on his feet. He peered over Brian's shoulder and winked at Maeve. Her face flamed and she dropped her eyes. "So who is this young thing, you old rogue? A new toy?"

My palm over the constellation tattoo, his heartbeat steady underneath. "I've never felt this safe with anyone." The words fell out the way things do when every wall has been fucked down and there's nothing left between your mouth and your truth. He didn't say it back. His arm locked around my waist. His face pressed into my hair. And the silence said it louder than language ever could. His phone glowed on the nightstand. Multiple missed calls. I could see the name from where I lay. DAD. "You should call him back."

“You’re doing this for all three of them.” Emma turned her head slightly. The new tattoo on her lower back glowed faintly under the bulb, the words “Daddy’s Property” a secret promise. “I am,” she gasped. “The twins are already part of this room. Their legs are going to be so strong, just like their daddy’s. And the third one too he’s already kicking like he knows he’s next.” Mark’s pace quickened. The plug hummed faster now, the heavy base pressing insistently. Emma’s walls fluttered around him. A soft moan escaped before she could stop it.

I stood up and faced him. "But why, Daddy?" I asked. He brushed my hair away from my face and gently stroked my cheek. "It's better if I'm the only one there. I don't want you to be upset when you see your Mommy. I'll just call you if something happens or if there's any improvement with her, okay?" I just nodded. "You can call your friends over so you'll have company." "Okay, Daddy, but can you take me again?" He smiled. He didn't answer anymore and suddenly kissed me on the lips. He mounted me, positioned his member at my entrance, and slowly pushed his length in. My feet clung to his waist, and he started to move.

My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard. Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even when we were apart. I reached out gently, my fingers tracing th

I moaned soft and rubbed my ass back against the hard bulge in his pants. "You little tease," he said in his deep rough voice. "Walking around dressed like that after last night. You want more already do not you?" "Yes Daddy," I whispered while pushing harder against him. "I want you to fuck me again. I need it so bad. Punish me for being a brat."

And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa. “Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself. A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited. Dad walked in and I tensed. He hadn’t been here since the second day when he laid his house rules. “What do you want?” I asked, with something of a frown. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dialled a number and placed his phone on his ear. “Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” he said. “I need a favour.”

He was always making my eyes white and dripping my saliva because Daddy Damon was delicious as he fucked my entrance. It wasn't long before Daddy was done getting dressed. I waited downstairs because maybe if I was waiting for him upstairs, my pussy might be ruined and wet again. Daddy has come down. He was really handsome to look at. Dapper. He is a blessing to me in the sky. Not to be flirty but look at Daddy Damon's appearance. Handsome, beefy. And the other thing I adore to him is the beautiful fit on his beard, tanned skin, many tattoos that made him exceedingly attractive. Let's not forget the giant snake hiding in his boxer. It spews out white venom that I also swallow occasionally. "

they were full and tempting, even though they were set in a hard line. "Sorry I'm late, traffic was a mess," his voice came out deep and raspy, sending a literal shiver down Lona’s spine. "It’s fine, Revan! Meet my daughter, Lona." Bella pulled her forward. Lona leaned in, making sure her chest nearly brushed against Revan’s arm as she reached out. she flashed him her sweetest, most dangerous "good girl" smile. "Hi, new Daddy... I'm Lona," she whispered, locking eyes with him. She purposely held his hand a second too long, her thumb grazing his palm in a slow, suggestive stroke.

“Everything okay, Daddy?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder to gaze at him with my dark brown eyes. I moved my hot pussy right over his cock and I could feel the bulge growing in his pants. I knew he could see my little flower tattoo in the middle of my back. My little tramp stamp. I blinked and appeared as innocent as possible as I pleaded, “Please, Daddy?”