Daddy Crush Novels & Stories

"You're perfect for me little girl. A perfect, tight fit. You're happy to be Daddy's little slut aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy," I muttered between gasps as he fucked me harder. Quicker. Faster. Every penetration brings another level of sweet ecstasy to me. I called out for him. Louder. My voice wasn't muffled and I was quivering around him, crying out, enjoying Daddy for everything he was going to do to me.

"you are so perfect Ava ,you just dont know how many times i have wanted to do this" My core throbbedonce more as his fingers stretched me sweetly . Nothing could beat this feeling . I let out a moan as his teeth gently nibbled my p*ssy lips . " just like that daddy" I screamed as his fingers thrusted in to me faster. "I need your d*ck please ". "beg for it Ava ,tell me you are my slut ". "i'm daddy's slut" "Good girl , now cum for daddy". The filthy wet sounds from my drenched p*ssy surprised me .

He began to move again, the rhythm slow and deep and intentional, each stroke filling me, and the emotional intensity of the ongoing connection under the continued observation made every thrust feel necessary. One of his hands slid between us to rub firm circles over my clit in time with his hips, and the dual stimulation pushed me toward yet another climax with steady, relentless pressure. I came hard around him, the spasms of my cunt milking his cock while he continued to drive through the contractions, and then followed with a deep final thrust and the hot pulse of his release flooding into me once more. He collapsed forward, bracing his weight, and we stayed locked together breathing har

I bottomed out on him. "Daddy!" I whimpered. "Lord," he groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. "Please, please, deliver me from this evil." "Nope," I said. "You're going to have to enjoy your daughter's evil pussy riding you until you cum in me. I want to have a creampie!" "You could get pregnant," he panted as I slid up his dick, savoring his girth. He was almost as big as Mr. Miller. * * * No one is as big as my daddy's cock. No one.

While I was searching for someone who could be my friend , I found his picture while scrolling the phone viewing the members of our official group. He was so damn handsome! After that I totally forgot about him as the classes started and I found friends. After they re-opened the college , I developed a crush on him. The way he's robotic , attracted me towards him. Being a huge fan of online stories , I always loved men who are robotic because of their past and how their feelings change after the entry of female protagonist. I love those types of steamy stories. When I found , it's because of his past my attraction towards him grew into a crush.

Then he thrust in—deep, relentless, stretching her open in one powerful stroke. Ava cried out at the overwhelming fullness, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—Daddy, you’re so big—” He groaned, burying his face in her neck as he held still, letting her adjust. “So fucking tight. Perfect little pussy made for Daddy’s cock.” He began to move—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. The storm raged outside, thunder crashing in time with the slap of their bodies.

“Fuck—Daddy—you’re so deep—” He fucks me like he owns me—hard, punishing strokes that make my whole body jolt. One hand fists my hair, yanking my head back. The other slaps my ass repeatedly, leaving stinging handprints. “This tight little cunt belongs to Daddy,” he snarls, pounding into me relentlessly. “Say it.” “It’s yours, Daddy! This pussy is yours—” He reaches around and rubs my clit in rough, demanding circles. “Cum on Daddy’s cock again. Milk me like the greedy little girl you are.”

Jessica leaned in slightly from the side, trying to catch the low words, brows knit in confusion. Father and son stood locked in a silent, furious staring contest like two predators sizing up who would blink first. No one refuses to back down and Dante clearly wasn’t going to let anyone have their way with him or Aurelia. All of a sudden, Dante’s phone vibrated sharply in his pocket. He fished it out without breaking eye contact. Vladimir. His best friend and the only person he could trust in this twisted world and his political family. He swiped to answer, already lifting it to his ear. Before he could speak- Vladimir’s voice cut him. “Dante.”

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

The tempo increased and I could tell he was going to climax soon. "Come for me, Daddy." He gritted his teeth, moving hard and fast, bursting on my feet and I smiled when I felt his balls tighten in response. "Yesss," he cried out in pure pleasure and wiped my feet with a towel. Before I knew it, he flipped me over and I gasped in surprise. "Spread your legs like a good girl." "You filthy man," I sighed in unashamed pleasure when he gave my butt cheeks a hard squeeze and his hand reached for the most womanly part of me.