Daddy And Me Book Novels & Stories

Madie and birdy rhymed a bit. "Because, baby..." Mister D neared his face close to mine and was staring hard. "I'm your Daddy."

I kept my hands on Daddy's chest as I quickly bounced on top of him. His big c0ck is pierced in my center, and I ride him like a cowgirl. He squeezed my breasts and played with my n1pples. Daddy and I returned home earlier and found that Mommy was not there. We don't know where she went. Her things are still here. So we're making the most of it today while she's gone. Then I have school, and he will start his long shift at the hospital tomorrow.

And daddy chuckles. “Mommy won’t be angry, and she loves daddy.” He whispers back. And I know she does. Mommy and daddy love each other sooooooo much. Daddy tells me the story about the king that found a girl in the forest and saved her. And I fall asleep thinking maybe it’s the daddy that saved mommy. -

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.

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

He hoists me from the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed, pushing my skirt up and pulling my panties to the side. A month is a long time, but he pushes inside me as though we have never been apart. My initial tightness soon gives way with a rush of arousal, natural juices flowing as my daddy claims me. “I missed you, little girl,” he growls against my mouth, his cock surging inside me over and over again. “I missed you too, Daddy.” Just being able to say the word Daddy again brings tears to my eyes. I have missed him more than I can start to explain. He is a part of me. A part nobody else understands, and nobody else even likes, but that I desperately need.

Call me daddy Chapter 8 You don’t look too happy to see me Nora , I thought that you were going to smile and show me all your excitement or at least get naked in front of me like you did the last time” my uncle told me as he smiled . This was the first time since the whole stuff that I have genuinely seen him smile . He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart .

I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional. Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been. To say I struggled is an understatement.

He keeps smacking me with the book as he kisses me. I fight it for as long as I can—fight the seductive stinging against my ass, fight the mixture of arousal and alarm flooding me. Finally, my lips open, and I melt against him and let him plunder my mouth. He’s hard against my bare thigh, and that’s killing me. I want to rub myself against it, but that’s just not what a girl does to her Daddy. “I think,” Daddy says, “that you need to be punished—to know what a proper spanking feels like so you’ll know when you’re reading bad p**n. Don’t you agree, Cherise?”