Calling Him Daddy Novels & Stories

I did little make-up and looked at myself in the mirror for the last time and went back to the room. “Do I look sexy to you?” I asked daddy, he was waiting for me with love-filled eyes. “You look a fucking sexy with your baby bump. Especially with my babies” He took long strikes to give me a passionate kiss. “Babies, Dada is going to feed you both first then your mom” He bent a little to speak with our going six-month-old babies. “ So they call you Dada,” I asked, arching my brows. “Yes, Because only you have the right to call me Daddy” He took my hand.

Just sat there while our son slept and called him daddy and held onto his hand like he needed the anchor. "He called me daddy." Carter whispered it. "Grace, he called me daddy." I didn't know what to say. Didn't know if August had meant it or if it was fever dreams or exhaustion or wishful thinking manifesting in sleep talking. But Carter was crying silent tears and holding August's hand and our son had called him daddy and I couldn't take that back even if I wanted to. "He's been asking." I said it quietly. "If you've earned being their father. He decided weeks ago that you had. I think he's been waiting for permission to call you that."

Surely, he didn’t mean that. He leaned closer to my ear, biting down on my earlobe. “I want you to call me daddy, Gen. I want to hear you say it with your naughty little mouth.” I hesitated for a moment. His strokes had gotten slower, but like the little degenerate I was, I whispered softly, “Daddy…”

he asked in his still-husky voice. I whimpered before saying, "Daddy..." I heard him loudly sucking his breath, an indication that he loved my way of addressing him. And I fucking loved it too. I loved calling him daddy. I don't know why, but there's something about the way of addressing him as daddy that makes me more heated than I already was. "You want daddy's cock?" he asked again. This time, his voice sounded breathy. I nodded aggressively. "I want," I whimpered.

“If Myla is going to be my Mommy, does that mean you are my Daddy?” I smiled as tears threatened to fall. “Yes. I am your Daddy.” Evie looked happy. “That means I can call you Daddy now?” “Yes. You can call me Daddy.” “Ok Daddy,” she said as she lay her head on my lap touching Myla’s. Pretty soon, they were both asleep.

“It’s Daddy to you, Liv.” “Daddy?” I slurred as his pace increased. “But… that’s what Jenna calls you.” His grip on my waist tightened. “She isn't the only one allowed to, so whenever I'm fucking this pussy, you call me Daddy. Understood?!” “Fu…fuck yes, Daddy.” He bent down, shoving my breasts into my mouth. I sucked as he went faster, ramming harder, each stroke deeper than the last. My body shook as a tear slipped down my cheek.

He let go of the hug and looked at Daniel, "C-can I call you daddy from now on?" A mixture of tears and snot, he stared at Darius. Darius nodded, "Yes, call me Daddy whenever you want." Darius looked at me and extended his other hand, I came closer and he hugged us both. "I love you, two. Thank you for coming to my life.”

I whisper, I didn't mean to be selfish, but I love them both and don't want to just pick one. "And why did you cry?" He asks me again, I can't remember the last time anyone asked why I was upset it's usually leave her alone until she calms herself down. "Nickolai said no," I answer him. "It's not Nickolai, what do you call him?" he asks me, going eye to eye with me, he felt so ancient and so strong, he knew what he was talking about. "I call him daddy," I say looking down at the floor, it's not like I have a choice about what to call him, neither did I have any time to get used to it, I was thrown to the wolves.

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."

Me: "Oh, okay. So you don't mind?" Ann: "Mind? Why would I mind? I mean, she's your mom... my man's mom." Me: I was speechless. Ann: "So tell me, what do you call her? Mommy? Mom?" Me: "Well, I call her Mom when it's serious. Princess on normal days. And Mommy when I want something." Ann: She laughed. "Y'all must have a really good relationship."