Daddy And Me Book Novels & Stories

"I love you, sugar. You need to trust Brack. He knows what he's doing. I wouldn't have put you in his hands if I didn't believe he could keep you safe." No, he wouldn't. And, I also knew Brack would keep me safe or die trying. "I love you, Daddy." "Love you too, sugar. How about I read you a story?" I couldn't help the slight grin that formed on my lips. "Please." It took a few moments for him to find a book. Then, his soothing drawl warmed the cold that had settled into my body. I swayed slightly to the sound of his voice as tears sluiced down my cheeks. My father used books to speak from his heart. The story could be about any subject in the world, but the message was always love.

I was trying to impress her. “She has outgrown us now.” Mom said and I shook my head and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You know that’s not true. I’ve been swamped with work…are these for me?” “Yep.” My dad handed me the flowers with one hand and took my duffel bag with his other hand. “Did I tell you Hank is here?” We walked over to their Toyota Camry. “Yes mom, you mentioned.” Hank was her friend’s son, I can’t remember which one of her friends. She joined this book club where they spent half of their time drinking wine and the other half to matchmake their single kids. It was either that or gossiping about their married kids.

He sat beside me and pulled me onto his lap, one hand resting possessively on my thigh. “What’s on your mind, babygirl?” he asked, voice gentle but firm. “Don’t hide from Daddy.” I hesitated, then whispered, “I was thinking about Mom… and what she would say if she knew what we’re doing.” Daddy was quiet for a long moment. His hand stroked my back slowly. “I think about her too,” he admitted. “She trusted me to take care of you. And instead, I turned you into my personal sex toy. Sometimes I wonder if I’m a monster for wanting you this much.”

“Daddy!” I got up without a second thought and went straight into his arms. He lifted me off the ground and spun around a bit. Then he dropped me and gasped as his assessing gaze took in my looks. “You look amazing. Who are you here with?” “Uh, April's Dad.” I nervously pointed at Joe. He was standing now, hands in pocket. “Right. Mr. Joe Anderson.” My Daddy went closer to him for a handshake. “Mr. Gareth,” Joe replied, shaking his hand. My daddy glanced at me and back at him.

The weekends were the best in our house, because we were able to sit down and talk to each other. “So baby girl, are you ready for the big meeting that you are having today?” Daddy has always showed me how proud of me he is no matter what I am doing. When I first started working when I was sixteen he was a big supporter but also put conditions on me. He told me right from the start that if I didn’t keep my grades up, I would have to quit my job. That incentive of making that paycheck every week, helped me bring my grades up. He only had a sixth grade education but he was a very smart man. He made me want to work as hard as he always did. Daddy was never afraid to live life. Even cancer hadn’

And it was the girl who first called him Daddy by herself, even before he had seen Sue. At the party the previous day, he had been in the middle of an important meeting on a video call when some thing was happen not far from where he sat but he didn't have the time to check it out and figured that Gail would take care of whatever it was. Not until a little girl, just a tad bigger than his arms wandered over to him and sat by his trouser legs. On bluetooth, he didn't hear anything but just ignored her, hoping the mother would come to carry her baby. But he saw her mouth moving repeatedly, in the same way over and over and was compelled to remove his bluetooth which he did...

He said and same time my mobile started raining which was placed on the dining table it was Dad's call because I had set up a different ringtone for him and my breath hitched. "Relax, just receive the call," Uncle said and I nodded receiving the call and the same time Uncle Harrison inserted his finger in my core giving slow finger fucking. "H...Hello..." I stammered on call. "Harrison told me you both having dinner out so I am going to sleep. Harrison has extra keys and doesn't sleep late. You have school tomorrow" Daddy was telling me While Uncle Harrison pumping his one digit inside me. "...Yes...Yes Dad" I again stammered

"Thanks, Jim. Set us up again and give us a couple more of those cherries. Jennifer wants to give them a special treatment. Don't you Jennifer?" "Yes, master." "From now on, you will call me 'Daddy', slave. Is that clear?" "Yes, Daddy." "Are you getting wet thinking about how nice it will feel to have my thick cock sunk deep within your virginal pussy?" "Yes, Daddy." "Would you like for me to give you to Jim after I finish fucking you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Jennifer, let those men watch you take those cherries from your pussy and give them to Jim.

Daddy was awake and looking at me, I said, "Mr Pinky just isn’t happy in my room, he wants you, dad." Then I was back up on the bed and putting Pinky between Daddy's legs. I noticed him watching me with a sort of different look on his face. But he said nothing and I laid down on his cock again and started petting Pinky. At first, it was soft, but hardly any time went by at all, and I could feel it getting hard. Daddy never said a thing, I was in heaven!! I felt his cock swell and get hard, it was pressing right against my cheek and I would move my head towards Pinky and back again, and I could feel the lump in the bed. I bet I got to feel Daddy's cock for at least 5 minutes while petting Pin