Daddy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with something. " Autumn's dad was the president of Lush Quarters, a post that was voluntary and had nothing to do with the building super. He admined the buildings group page along with the super and was responsible for gathering opinions about matters arising from the tenants and presenting them to the super and things like that. Mr Patterns, Autumn's dad, who was a vet by day, took his voluntary post very seriously. Kiersey shrugged and picked the bowl back up. She pretended not to notice the fixed look Peyton was giving her. Seriously, could anything pass that girl by?

My belly is rounded now, full with the twins. Every so often one of them kicks. It's either a soft kick or a stronger roll that still steals my breath. Caspian’s palm settles over the curve as the last of my dress falls away. Zavian’s fingers trace the stretch of skin at my hip with careful reverence. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Caspian murmurs. Zavian kisses the side of my neck. “So beautiful.”

Then a dark, dangerous sound rumbled from his chest — half growl, half groan. “Say it again.” “Daddy,” I whispered, breathless. “Please fu.ck me.” His eyes darkened until they were almost black. His lips brushed mine, just barely. “God, Zoe…” His forehead pressed to mine as though he was physically restraining himself. “Give me a second.” I whimpered when he pulled back “No—” “Shh.” His voice was sharp but low, commanding. “I’ll be right back, stay right here.”

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumst

I whisper the words, more like moan them and his eyes go darker, if that was even possible at this point. "Really? Anything?" His deep gravelly baritone cuts into me, settling in the pit of my stomach and stirring butterflies loose. "Yes, daddy." I moan, emboldened by his naked lust for me, I find myself feeling sensual and lustrous when I see myself through his eyes. It is incredibly ego boosting and flattering.

Something deep and dark and forbidden. It felt right to call Jay Daddy. I don’t know where this is coming from. It's not like I have deep-seated daddy issues, but Jay is my daddy. The man who takes care of me. The man I want to run to when there's a storm. The man who gets me so hot and bothered I’m tossing and turning and aching all night. And he liked me calling him daddy as much as I did. There was this animalistic look in his eye—like he couldn't control himself.

Daddy decided to speed things up so he just simply scooped me up in his arms, climbed the stairs and put me in the position he wanted me to be in. He disdainfully flicked my dress up to reveal my butt. What a naughty girl his model student I had been of late. He did not tolerate disobedience in his household. As sunlight shone on my bare butt (bare except for the thong strap between my ass crack) Daddy gulped and felt his big penis stir. My butt was round shapely and perfect. Daddy had not had a woman in a while and suddenly his little girl was looking fairly appetizing. WHACK!

What is he planning? I just lay there and stare in wonder; Daddy is undoing his sexy blue shirt, giving me a much wanted glimpse of his toned, mouthwatering chest, a scattering of brown curls over his chest and stomach. I want to run my tongue through that. Strong shoulders come into view as Daddy pushes his shirt off.. Lightly tanned skin covers a perfect set of arms; the shirt ripples to the floor. I take in the glory that is Kaden. As superficial as it sounds, he can do as he wishes with me when he looks so good!