Novel & Cerita Daddy Babygirl

I want to make daddy see that I can be the girl he needs, the girl that can pleasure him perfectly, that I can be the girl that makes him see stars and touch heaven. “Baby, you gotta...slow down” he says, teeth clenched and breath shuttering as he presses his forehead against mine. I rub at the head of his cock, teasing the slit slowly and feeling the way the rest of him twitches to my touch, my legs press together and he parts them to have better access to my pretty pussy. “There’s my good girl…that's right…take what daddy gives” he encourages and I whimpers, legs shaking harder as he fucks his fingers into my pussy and eyes almost rolls back from his touch.

“What should I call you?” His hand had brushed my hip, lingering just a second too long. “Daddy. From now on. Say it.” I had whispered it right there, soft and trembling. “Daddy.” He had smiled, slow and pleased. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.” The memory sent fresh heat rushing through me. My fingers moved faster, dipping lower to spread my wetness. Tyler was still talking, his breathing ragged now. “Baby, tell me what you’re doing. Are you touching that tight little pussy for me?”

"Yayyyy i am the Dadddddddd" Tabby

"Daddy!" "Good girl," Daddy praised, his voice coming in short pants. "Good fucking girl. Now, pick up a toy," he said. With shaky hands, I reached for the vibrator and lubed it up, not that I needed to; I was already soaking wet. I turned it on, moaning lowly when its soft vibration could be felt on my hand. Looking back at Daddy, I see him stroking his hard cock, his hooded eyes on every inch of my body. Feeling his intense gaze on me, I lowered the vibrating dildo to press against my aching clit. My body buzzed with a blinding sensation.

Daddy is typing… My heart rate exploded. I stared, frozen, thighs spread, cum still leaking from my used hole. His message popped up: "Don’t you dare delete this chat, baby girl. Tomorrow at your mom’s birthday, you’re going to wear the shortest dress you own with no panties. I want to see your pretty pink pussy leaking down your thighs the entire party while you call me Daddy to my face. If you’re a good girl and keep that cunt dripping for me, I’ll pull you into the bathroom and finally give you every thick inch you’ve been craving. Don’t make Daddy wait."

“And with so much money, Big Daddy, why not get that pleasure from a virgin? Don’t you want a little girl all your own?” “Goddammit, no. A virgin?” His hands leave my breasts and grip my hips, as if he’s trying to convince himself to push me away. Instead, he yanks me up against his big body forcefully, dislodging my hands from his arousal. “Ah Jesus. No. I can’t. I can’t. I could be your father.” “No. But you can be my Big Daddy.” I open my thighs wider around his hips, arching my back enticingly. “Big Daddy gets to put it anywhere.”

“Because you’re my heaven.” My throat tightened with emotion, my lips trembling into a smile. “Am I still your good girl, Daddy?” I whispered. His hand cupped my jaw, his forehead pressing against mine. “Always mine, Zella. Always Daddy’s. For as long as I breathe.” Our baby girl stirred, her soft sighs filling the silence. We both turned to look at her and I giggled quietly. Isaiah smiled tenderly at me and kissed me again, slow and lingering. “What do you say we make another baby soon?” He rasped against my mouth.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

He was standing in front of the bed, looking lost and helpless at the girl, a stark contrast to how he always was while leading board meetings. The girl paused. "You never mentioned having a son. You told me you have only one daughter! Why would you lie to me?" They young girl whined and pouted. Tamara giggled even more. The wrinkles on her face lifted slightly and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She looked a little younger when she smiled. "Sit down on the bed, Rowan. Stop standing there like a tree." She parted a free space on the bed for him to sit before turning her head to meet Zara's angry eyes. "I told you I gave birth to one girl, and I wasn't lying."

"Are you expecting my baby Isabella?" Yes but my baby can't have a daddy like you. He only wants it for his business. He doesn't care about us. How can a heartless person want a baby? I know if I say yes, he'll fight with everything he has for it and pay some woman to act as its mother and his wife. The need to protect my baby kicks in and I look him in the eye. "No. Its mine and Harry's. I'm only nine weeks long." I add.