Daddy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Good fucking girl. You came for Daddy." "No more Daddy," I whined, pulling myself back with my elbows. Daddy followed me, his lips closing around the throbbing bud, making me see stars. "Fuck," I shuddered. "Poor baby," I let out a shaky breath, managing to catch my breath when he rose to look me in the eyes. His cock pressed against my entrance, once again clouding my already fogged mind. Despite my body screaming for me to stop, my slutty self wanted Daddy to pound me until I lost myself completely. I needed his cock like I needed air to breathe and I loved the desperation that consumed me whenever I think about my daddy's cocks. "Look at you. So perfect," Daddy hummed to himself, cupping

“Daddy, I want that hairstyle!” The woman heard and stopped. Looked at me. Looked at Daddy. Daddy looked at her. It was as if they talked with their eyes. “I apologize,” Daddy said quietly. “Her mother is African. She just—she misses her.” The woman’s face softened. “No offense taken, and no need to apologize at all. She’s absolutely adorable.” She smiled at me. “You know, with that face, you should be a child model. You’d stop traffic on a billboard.”

but they couldnt satiate me . i brought out my vibrator and inserted it in my quivering a*shole the euphoria from the device made my eyes roll . " ooh daddy ,just like that , i need you please " i let out a loud moan as my g*oner mind went blank . the only thing i could think of was how i could give myself pleasure and most importantly how i would give alex the same. Thoughts of him dominating me and using me endlessly in every corner of his house made me orgasm violently .

Of course, I dabbled in some kinky shit like this, but I was almost certain this man would take it further than those men in the past. Was it an experience thing? Or was he this domineering because of his position as a CEO and leader? I didn’t know, but honestly did it even matter. “Do you know how beautiful you look standing there with your ass out and legs spread begging for me to fuck you?” The man in question asks now. “Take a picture,” I smirk. “That way you can enjoy the view all the time.” “You’re being pretty bratty today.” Grant huffs, his body pressing against me and when his hand slips between my thighs and his fingers rub tauntingly against my clit, I immediately want to be even

I know that’s what a good daddy should do for his little girl, but right now I don’t feel like such a good daddy. I want my cock to be the first thing she feels. I want my cock to be the thing that breaks her. I want her to feel how big and hard Daddy’s cock is for his gorgeous little girl. “What is it, Daddy?” Her sweet smile makes my cock twitch. “It’s nothing, sweetheart,” I tell her, resigning myself to be a better man. But she won’t let it go. She hitches herself up on her elbows, her eyes so wide. “Am I doing something wrong? I’m not sure what to do…”

"And some of it just doesn't fit the aesthetic." Dad snorted. "Aesthetic. Listen to you, all fancy now that you've married a billionaire." "I'm still me, Dad," I said, feeling defensive. He patted my shoulder. "I know, kiddo. Just teasing."

“So I’m just your dirty little secret? Your stepdaughter fuck toy you keep hidden while you build a normal life with her?” Daddy’s grip tightened on my face, forcing me to look at him again. His eyes were dark, intense, almost angry. “Don’t twist this, Ava,” he growled. “You think I want a normal life? You think I want to come home to a respectable wife who spreads her legs once a week and calls it making love?” He stepped closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my soaked pussy. “I want you,” he said fiercely. “I want the girl who screams ‘Daddy’ when I fuck her ass. I want the girl who gets wet when I edge her in public. I want the girl who wears my collar and begs to be used like a to

As if sensing my presence, Finn pauses, his back going straight as he lifts his head and turns around slowly. His intense gaze meets mine, making my breath hitch. Finn trails his eyes up and down my body, his nostrils flaring as he takes in my outfit. He stalks toward me, the predatory look in his eyes making my core throb painfully. If I were standing in front of anyone else in nothing more than a button-down shirt, I’d be mortified. But Finn always makes me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. It makes me want to show him more. “Goddamn, babygirl,” my Daddy growls, the sound vibrating through me and making me whimper. “Jesus, do you have any idea what seeing you in my clothes

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

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. "