Daddy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Niccy said. Everyone stared. Alec coughed lightly. "How?" She cringed her head, her lips curling up playfully. "Daddy is a rich CEO." They all bursted out laughing, and for the first time in ever, Niccy laughed along, this time, her lips didn't twitch upward, she didn't smile half brightly, she smiled, rather brightly, her dimple coming in place. She could see it. The future, it reeked of brightness, and oh. They all couldn't wait to see what the future awaits.

Kendra POV We pull into the drive of our big house. Daddy has not said one word to me on the way home. He was very quiet. I know he is mad, but I could not help myself. I was horny, and I wanted him right then. I wonder what he will do to me. Maybe he will give me a good spanking and then fuck me. Daddy parks the car. He looks at me and stares for a moment with his beautiful eyes. I love his eyes. I look down and notice he left his pants unzipped. Hmmm, I wonder why he did that. Is he that mad?

They were so close she could smell his woody, masculine cologne. "I’m your future father, Lona. Watch your tone," he said, his voice low and intimidating. Lona just smirked, stepping an inch closer until her stomach was touching his waist. "My tone? Was I being bad? I just wanted to get to know my... new Daddy a little better." Revan didn't flinch. He stood his ground like a brick wall. "Save the act for your boyfriends at school. Don’t even try it with me." "Wait, what are you two talking about?" Bella asked, catching up.

"Yes what?" Zara looked up at him, at this powerful man who'd just bought her entire life, and felt something shift inside her chest. "Yes, sir." "Better." Adrian's approval was warm and genuine. "We'll work on the rest later." "The rest?" "You know what I want you to call me eventually." His eyes were dark with promise. "But like I said, baby steps." Daddy. He wanted her to call him daddy. The thought should have been ridiculous, but instead it sent heat pooling low in her stomach.

With an incomparably serious expression, he said as if he were asking for a debt. "Um... You didn't want it so badly in the past." Elizabeth curled her lips in disapproval. She had thought that Jagger would tell her a tragic story of being mocked or bullied by other children because he didn't have a father. "No matter what. No matter what, I want a daddy. Everyone says that I'm handsome, so my daddy must also be handsome. I want to look at handsome men. I want my daddy..." He deduced his father's appearance in a very genetic logic.

Kali shakes her head but still agrees “Sounds like something he would say for sure” We keep talking for a while until the call from dad gets connected his head filling the laptop screen. “My little pups” Our father is the epitome of an Alpha male. He is dominant, confident, and an assertive man. He has a strong and muscular build, with a confident and commanding posture. He is also very handsome and well-groomed and put-together and likes fashionable clothing unlike uncle Maddox who is almost always covered up with dirt, sweat or blood. “We are not pups” Kali scoffs but the smile never leaves her mouth.

Mommy also followed us and just stood next to Daddy. "We can no longer understand why you are acting like that. You were not like this before, you were obedient and kind. What's going on? Why are you rebelling?" Daddy asked me one more question, he sat down on the nearby sofa and tiredly combed his black and white hair. I couldn't help but ask why it was only now that I noticed that Daddy was getting older. I also simply looked at Mommy who was good and artistic. Spas and Beauty clinics are always full so when we are together we just look like friends.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

“Ahhhhh… You are big, Daddy… Ahhh ... Ahhh ... ahhh ...” “This is great, baby. I can feel your heat around me! You are so tight! You're holding me tightly, baby. Uhhhh... Uhm! Your p*ssy feels so good! Uhm! Uhm! Uhhh!” He was moving faster now, and I was very close behind him, one of my legs anchored on his hip. “Hnnnn... Hmmm... Ahhh! Ah! Oh my gosh! Ahhh! Go ahead, Daddy! Faster! Faster! It's amazing! Ahhhhh!”

“That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock. This pretty little pussy was made for me to fuck like this. Look at you—legs spread, ass up, letting me pound into you. You’re such a good girl for taking it so deep. You feel that? Every inch stretching you open?” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, arching up to meet his thrusts. My pussy was clenching tight around him, gripping his cock every time he slammed in. The slick heat between us was everywhere—my wetness coating his cock and balls, making everything slippery and messy. I could smell the sex in the air, thick and sweet, and it only made me wetter. “It feels so good… so deep. Your cock is hitting me so hard. Please don’t stop. Fuck me harder, Daddy. I want