Daddy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

he ordered, voice calm but commanding. “I couldn’t focus,” I gasped between moans. “I tried. I really tried, Daddy. But all I could think about was… this. Being full. Being used.” Aiden made a low sound of approval and fucked me harder, his hips snapping against my ass. “That’s because your body knows its true purpose now,” he said. “Photography was just something you did to survive. This being my hole, my breeding boy is what you were made for.” His words should have angered me. They should have sparked some rebellion. Instead, they sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I pushed back against him, desperate for more.

I've been trying to add a gender-neutral (or even masculine) element since I started working here, trying to break away from the bubblegum girly aesthetic my dad went for since he started the company. As a dad of two of the most bubblegum girly girls alive, that worked for him immensely. He grew a billion-dollar empire in a decade... but he also thinks it's time for a change, that's why he begged me to join the family business. As his third, different, not-so-girly daughter. So I'm definitely going to use Abraham Kent, his interesting man-brain and those three million followers.

I fail to understand how my eyes have bounced from word to word describing vividly a domineering hunk of a man devouring a woman's wet sex and servicing her femininity with a masterful tongue- and still my mind is not distracted from replaying that diabolical smirk that had dressed my father's sinfully handsome face upon realising that I was gazing at his crotch. Sinfully handsome. I know what you must be thinking, but I cannot deny the truth or pretend he is undeserving of such an elevated description. Acknowledging the Devil's undeniable good looks should not propose any harm or be suggestive of anything beyond the borders of platonic admiration from a person with an aesthetic eye. It's q

I bite my lip and try to consider it. "Daddy complex," Honey laughs, and we look at her. "Swear down, you have daddy issues, and Big King, well, he certainly fits the role." God, is she right? I consider it and wonder if that's all the appeal is. "No, that's not the only reason. I'll admit maybe it is part of it. Skin is entirely different to Big King; his physique is. I have this thing for big guys, large arms and thighs. That's Big King; Skin is smaller, so it's not just the whole daddy complex."

A moan escaped me when mr. Gavin kissed the back my neck. His eyes locked with mine. All l could see is a man with desire. Daddy what is it l asked seductively.Mr Gavin's eyes gleamed again at the mention of that word. I read somewhere that men want to be called daddy. Is it a turn on word?

While Dadi masturbate in front of me. “Nice of you to come Jymia. We were having fun, you should join us.” Dadi insisted, stroking his cock trying to seduce me. I can’t deny that Dadi looks fuckable with his six pack, nice strong features, and a long and thick penis. But I’m not in the mood to fuck Dadi or even Ahti’s kaka (shit) ass. I want to know what exactly is going on here. “I don’t want to sleep with you or Ahti.” I respond.

he echoed woodenly. She let her happy look dissolve into a worried frown. "It's true, though, isn't it? Not just a lie to make the fat girls feel better?" "Every man is different," Daddy said. "I can't speak for every member of the species. But, overall, yes. Men like curves." He returned his attention to the newspaper, though Toni would have bet a hundred bucks that he couldn't make sense of a single line of print. "Mom's so thin, though." And, God, she was getting a kick out of this. Enjoying putting him on the spot. "I wish I looked like that."

"I have to tame myself too. The... This... We are fucked up. It... It can't get out. It will be too messy so I need to... I need to tame myself" "You are aching for me to touch you right now, Daisy. I don't think you are going to ever do a good job taming yourself. You are too wild to be tamed and you are so fucking beautiful while being wild. Don't try to tame yourself, Daisy. It won't work..." "Daddy..." My voice was breaking down. "You are so hot... Ughh" Daddy moaned as I undid his zipper and reached for his hard cock, still clothed in his briefs.

Was I a freak for wanting that kind of attention from my stepfather and stepbrother? Probably, but it was hard not to want them both. To me, Daddy and Jonah were the hottest guys in the world, both of them equally sexy in their own way. Of course, Daddy was older and more commanding, not to mention the fact that his blond hair was flecked with quite a bit of grey. He also wore clothes that were a bit more mature, like slacks and button up shirts, along with his reading glasses, while Jonah had always been more of a leather type guy.

"My dear daughter, this new boyfriend of yours doesn't seem very smart. What's he trying to pull here?" Joyce's brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Are you an idiot, Henry? Lucius was just joking with you, so why did you have to be so rude with him? Don't you have a sense of humor?" I replied calmly, "Wasn't he the one who told you to call him daddy first? Since he wants to be a father, why can't I want the same? Also…" As I spoke, I raised my hand and smacked Lucius's head, hard. "Hands off your daughter, you old lecher! How could you touch her like that? You're a father, you know?!"