Daddy Can I Sleep With You Novels & Stories

If he isn't planning to have a family or anything, why does he have such a big house? "Usually, my submissive will have her own room." I look at him, confused. "It is rare that I sleep with my submissives baby girl, scarce. We keep our own personal space after scenes." But he sleeps with me? What does that mean? "You sleep with me, though, daddy?" "I do, yes, because you need sleep. You don't sleep well alone. If you don't sleep, this won't work as you will be too tired for anything else."

"I want Daddy." "Yelena, be good." "I want to play with Daddy." Yelena turned to face Jay with those large, innocent eyes that one would find hard to reject. Zoe and Quinn saw the tender look on Jay's face, his eyes brimming with love, as he said, "After Daddy and Mommy are done talking, Daddy will play with Yelena, okay?" "Can Daddy sleep with Yelena? Daddy will sleep with Yelena tonight," Yelena said innocently.

What did I do to deserve such complications? How could I be mated to my best friend's father? To my father's best friend and most of all, the father of my first mate who rejected me? Why Moon Goddess? I blink my groggy eyes then groan at the feel of someone's naked body around mine. Wait, I didn't sleep with some human did I? I am still very much a virgin because I refuse to have one night stand. I groan from the throbbing headache behind my skull, the push at the body pressed tightly against mine.

He then hugged me tightly. "I'm so lucky to have a sweet and kind girl like you. You're one of a kind, baby, my only one," he said, holding me close. "Baby?" I called him. "Yes?" "Let's not have sex for now, okay?" He nodded slowly. "I understand. You must be tired. Let's just sleep now, baby." I got up, laid down properly, and he followed, lying down next to me. "But what about tomorrow? Is that okay?" His sudden question surprised me.

I'm a virgin, and this isn't how I had imagined my first night to be, especially with my own stepfather. Logan smacked my face firmly and roared, "Yes, what?" And I remembered that he had told me to refer to him as Daddy. "Yes, Daddy," I cried out with teary eyes as Logan groaned in delight at my submissive response. “Good, now get on your fours, legs spread out for Daddy on the bed," Logan commanded sternly, then released his grip on my hair, and I complied. With humiliation and fear, I went up on the bed that was supposed to be shared by my mother and stepfather for their wedding night. How did I get here? I have no idea. It all happened so fast. I never wanted this, not with a man my fath

Dakota looks from Jordan to me. “Are you sleeping in here with Daddy?” She asks me. “Why?” I reply to buy me a little time while I figure out how to answer that. “Mommies and daddies are supposed to sleep in the same bed,” I look at Jordan and he’s smiling. “She's right. Mommies and daddies sleep together. Are you okay with your mommy sleeping in here?” Jordan asks Dakota.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you.” “What about Mom? Is she still up?” “She’s in my room,” he cocks a chin to the wall separating our bedrooms. “Again?” He takes a breath. “I can’t get her to sleep in the basement. It’s one more night, sweetie. We just have to be…quiet.” A responding ache pulses between my legs. He wants me. “Okay, Daddy.”

Dante stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but his dress pants, unbuttoned, that dangerous smile on his face. "Please, Daddy," I whispered, arching my hips off the mattress. "I need you inside me. I've been good all day at the conference. I sat there in that boring panel pretending to take notes while I was soaked thinking about this." He chuckled low, crawling onto the bed between my spread thighs. His fingers traced lazy circles on my inner thigh, inches from where I ached most. "Oh, baby girl. You've been such a good little slut for me today. Smiling at the department chair like you weren't clenching your thighs under the table every time I looked at you. But we're not rushing tonight.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

Instead, he held Aaron in his arms and refused to go. “Areiza I want to sleep beside Aaron tonight!” he said. Aaron chimed in, “I want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy!” Hearing Aaron’s request, Areiza didn’t know what to say. Allowing Darren to stay overnight here, no way! “Aaron, you have to ask your mommy’s permission first. Only when mommy agrees can Daddy stay with you?” Darren said and rubbed Aaron’s little head. “Mommy can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?” Aaron asked expectantly.