Daddy Dearest Book Novels & Stories

She wanted to taste him so bad her mouth was practically watering. "Can I taste it, daddy?" Roe asked, her voice thick and trembling, practically drooling as her eyes remained glued to his heavy length. Elijah let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his dark gaze locked onto her ruined, begging expression. "Say no more... Daddy's cock is all yours tonight." He stepped away from the side of the table and walked with slow, deliberate strides until he stood directly at the head of the mahogany desk, towering right above her.

"I hate how work kept me from going. But, you have me now. I'm all yours, Daddy." "I sure do, fuck. What am I going to do with you?" "Before you claim every inch of me, Daddy, I would like to claim your cock first." "Oh, baby. Mmm, Daddy would love that very much, but I would like to claim you first because Daddy misses you the most."

Samantha smiled, "If Mommy marries Godfather, he can be your daddy! Do you like Godfather? Do you want him to be your daddy?" Hearing this, Charlotte's eyes sparkled. "Can Godfather really be my daddy?" Samantha nodded gently. With her confirmation, Charlotte couldn't contain her joy. She nodded vigorously, banging her small head. "I want it! Godfather is really good to me. He buys a lot of delicious things for me to eat. I like him the most. I want Godfather to be my daddy... This way, I'll be a child with a daddy too..." Her greatest desire was for her daddy to always be by her side. Especially after seeing her brother find his daddy, this feeling became even stronger.

It was raunchier than the books I have had access to and this one specifically had something called the daddy kink, I knew I shouldn't be reading this and most especially not now of all times but my curiosity got the better of me and here I was laying on the floor with a blanket over me and a flashlight reading the most brazen of kiss scenes I have ever read and she called him daddy. I had swallowed at that part, there was something about calling someone that title especially if it was a hot older man but my hot older man didn't want me anymore and I was stuck here with someone that whispered you shall call me papa tonight while I deal with that sweet hole of yours. And yes, those were his e

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

Every Daddy is a reference, a hidden threat to her mother. She’s feeling brave enough to flirt with danger, but I act like it’s perfectly natural. Like she’s always called me Daddy. The card is simple: ‘You’re the very best father I ever could have imagined. Thank you so much for everything you do for me.’ The book is a small coffee table book about architecture in Switzerland, not the most inspired gift, but I’m touched by the sentiment. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” I say, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Daddy’s gonna fuck you proper—turn you every way until you’re screaming my name in every position. He untied her wrists with quick, rough tugs, the silk whispering free, but before she could rub the red marks, he rolled her onto her side, his massive frame curling behind her. Spooning her close, his chest pressed to her back, one arm sliding under her head like a pillow, the other hooking her top leg up, opening her wide. Madison’s belly rested safe between them, no pressure, just the heat of his body enveloping her. 'That’s it—side by side, my little pregnant whore. Feel daddy’s cock sliding back in slow.'

Good morning, little one. Come downstairs when you are ready. Wear whatever makes you feel cute. We will make breakfast together. —Daddy Cole, Daddy Grant, Daddy Marcus She read it three times, cheeks heating. Daddy Cole — playful, charming, the one who smiled easiest. Daddy Grant — quiet, gruff, but with kind eyes that lingered. Daddy Marcus — serious, protective, the one whose rare smiles felt like treasures. She showered in the attached bathroom—stocked with strawberry shampoo, vanilla body wash, even a rubber duck on the tub edge.

i asked For the first time, i wished to applaud strangers with guns. My father bristled but his tone betrayed the first crack of panic “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” The second intruder stepped forward, pressing the muzzle of his gun directly against my father’s chest “We know exactly what we’re getting into and you’ve run this game too long and tonight, it ends.” The words scorched over me like fire and ice. Was it true and could it be at last at an end, the darkness he had brought into my life and the manipulation and terror?"

His shirt stretched across his broad chest leaving a few buttons to expose his hair. I just wanted to trail my hands over his abs. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He smiled lightly. “Just kidding. I’m Nikolai. Derek’s Dad.” Derek’s Dad??? He looked younger than Derek. I stared into his eyes. My words refused to spill out of my lips. I was too careful with my words. Careful I was going to say something to upset him. I bowed my head slightly. “G…oo day Mr sokenvji”