Calling Him Daddy Novels & Stories

"I do, and I just had the weirdest sex dream about him." He stopped folding and gave me all of his attention, his eyes shining at mentioning the word sex. "He made me call him...Daddy." I whispered the last word, and Elijah's eyes went wide. "And...I liked it. Like I really, really liked it." "That's freaking hot. I've called a guy Daddy before. Did you get off?" "No, you banged on the door like the house was on fire, and I jumped out of bed." He winced. "Sorry, babes."

Then, with a playful smirk, she lifts her hand and gives me an exaggerated thumbs-up. Go for it. His lips graze my ear, his voice as smooth as silk. "Should I ask for your name, or just call you Kitten?" A shiver runs down my spine. I don’t think twice. "Kitten works. What should I call you?" His grip tightens just a bit, a smirk playing on his lips. "Daddy." A laugh escapes me before I can hold it back. It’s absurd—so ridiculously cheesy—but somehow, in this moment, under these lights, it doesn’t feel so bad.

He smiled when he felt it. “Look at you. Your little pussy is dripping for Daddy’s cock already.” I gasped. “Do not call yourself that.” “But you like it,” he said. He pushed my panties aside and ran one thick finger along my wet slit. “Call me Daddy when I am inside you. It will make it hotter.”

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.

I was about to tell Jason to fasten his belt and hold the chair when his voice rang out. “Are they following us, Daddy…… Uncle Daniel….Daddy?” he stammered, his voice laced with concern. I felt lost at first. Did Jason just call me Daddy? I stared at him for about two seconds in shock before I finally faced the front. I couldn’t contain the joy I felt even at that time because it felt like a dream. I know he’s scared, but hearing him call me daddy at that point in time means he knows I can save him and won’t let anything happen to him.

I cleared my throat and let out a deep sigh. "Jessie. He is a friend of mine, and Jared used to call him Dada." "Why the fuck is my son calling that fucking man dada?" He whispered dangerously. My brows furrowed, and I immediately glanced at Jared and Jessie, and I am glad they are having their own business on the couch!

I press my thumb into his lip, feeling his tongue wrap around me, “It’s daddy for you from now on. Say it before sucking my cock, say it every time you look at me, and also say it everytime I fuck you. Can you do that?” “Daddy?” Our eyes instantly melted into each other's souls. He said the word as if he was tasting the name on his mouth. A new wave of wet juice slicked out of his needy hole as he swayed his hips in the air, as if he needed a tail to waggle at me. “Yes, Ugh,” I moan sharply, flying to the moon, “Fuck, yes biscuits. Call me Daddy.” “Daddy,” His voice is muffled as he doesn’t pull off of my cock to say it, I was drawing close but I did not want to cum just yet.

Ever since last week when he beat Trevor up for my sake and gave me the hottest most dominant kiss of my life, our affinity just grew. We never spoke about it in depth. I tried to bring it up the next morning but he just skirted around it and I let it be but it made things better between us. “What if I will, would it be such a bad thing?” I say, twisting my hair with a sad pout, leaning against the frame of the door. He smiles down at me. “My kitten, I’ll miss you too but don’t worry, daddy will be back before you know it.” Why do I feel so giddy when he calls himself my daddy?

“Daddy? But I already have a daddy. Daddy Tristan is my daddy.” “Even just now? You can’t call me a superhero in front of a lot of people. They might find out I’m a superhero. Isn’t it just our secret that I’m your superhero?” Her eyes widened as well as her mouth. “Someone almost found out our secret?” I nodded. “That’s why you should call me daddy first.” “Okay, Daddy!” she said with a beautiful smile like her mother. “Can I hug you?” “Yes, daddy.” The happiness I experienced upon hearing my daughter call me daddy for the first time was indescribable.

Jasper sighed and made to stand up. I looked at him, "Then does that mean that you will call me daddy?" I said, grinning. I have never heard him call me dad before, even when we just met. I am dying to hear my son call me dad, or father, or papa would even be okay. Jasper pursed his lips and looked at me, he looks like he was struggling to say something. I looked at him, trying to encourage him, "Come on," I said slowly, "You can say it, just say Dad," I said to him as I rubbed my fingers together. Jasper slowly opened his mouth, I rubbed my hands faster.