Daddy Dearest Book Novels & Stories

Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face.

There was nothing hesitant in his gaze—only that same heat, that same hunger that had been smoldering between us for far too long. "Mr. Damian..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath. He paused. His eyes lifted to mine—stormy, dark, and completely in control. "Try again," he said, his eyes darkening more. My lips parted, trembling. "Mr. Damian..." A small, wicked smile curved his mouth. "No, sweetheart." His hands gripped my thighs tighter. "It's Daddy. Call me Daddy." My breath caught. There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life.

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

I grunted feeling the fullness in my stomach and I flinched when I felt the poke on my poleste. I'm gonna cum! N-no I can't! “Ahhh! Daddy!” I moaned instead, turning the remote to the highest. Kai gasped, his tongue sticking out, his eyes rolled back as his body arched up. Daddy slammed deep inside, my legs trembled and my toes curled. My tongue stuck out as I swayed on Kai's chest from the force of Daddy's slam. “P-please!” Kai yelped. Daddy grabbed my hair pinning me down as his pace quickened. “I- I can't take it! E-easy!”

Stefany replied with a smile. "The story is very interesting and makes me feel happy." "Your favorite book?" Mr. Frank looked at his daughter with a sharp gaze, as if searching for the truth in Stefany's words. "What's the title?" the father inquired. "Oh, the title is Adventures in the Mist. The book is about friendship and adventures in the wild." Stefany explained, trying to sound convincing to her father. "Through that book, I learned a lot about the importance of friendship." Mr. Frank was silent for a moment, nodding slowly. "Sounds good. I hope you can take lessons from that book," the father said again.

I shuddered, biting my thumb to calm down as I wound my way through the dark corridor that had a lot of twists and turns. He could kill someone here and no one would know, but that wasn't daddy's thing except when necessary. Finally reaching the basement, I pushed open the door to meet Dylan Xavier seated on a chair, legs crossed, and reading a goddamned book. My father reading a book? Daddy's reading. Normally, he would be training, sweating himself out, but here he was, his eyes fixed on a book — Consciousness Explained. I scoffed, rolling my tongue inside my mouth. “The father I knew didn't read books,” I said wondering when daddy became this boring or Annie might have rubbed off on him.

“You’re so big, Daddy.” He covered my mouth again. “Quiet. We don’t want Victoria hearing you moan like a little slut.” His hips moved fast and rough. Each thrust shook the bed. “Take this dick. Milk it with your tight cunt.” I wrapped my legs around him. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best way. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged between his fingers. “Fill me up again. I need your cum.” Damien pounded me faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while strangers wait outside.”

Gianna | Age 5 | Toricelli Estate, Chester County, PA The room was very big and very quiet, except for the sound of the clock on the wall. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I sat in Daddy’s big leather chair. It was so huge that I felt like a little bug lost. The room smelled like the spicy brown water Daddy drinks. In front of me was a book with a lot of tiny black marks on the pages. "Again, Gianna," Daddy said, "Focus, my little Donna," he stood behind me, and his big hands felt warm on my shoulders, "You are going to rule everything one day. You’ll be the Queen of Philadelphia. And Queens have to know what the paper says."

"Daddy. That's what you are, isn't it? My stepdaddy." A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "That's right. I'm your daddy. And you're my little girl, aren't you?" "Your good little girl," I said, my voice trembling with desire. "We'll see about that." He pulled the tank top up over my head in one swift motion, leaving me bare from the waist up, my breasts exposed to the cool air of the living room. His eyes roamed over them, taking in every curve, every contour, and I felt a surge of pride and arousal at his obvious appreciation.

What happens when a loving father has to cater to his daughter's unholy needs including her sexual imaginations and cravings? What happens when a daughter finds her Daddy as the hottest man, and wants only him to pleasure her and no one else? Will they be able to lead a new life fulfilling their dirty thoughts or will they have the same desires forever? Will they confide or confront? ♤♡◇♧ Dearest Daddy... Taylor was an 18 year old college student living with her papa Jack. Her mother was long gone, but she grew up as a princess with her Papa's care and love. Both loved each other in abundance and for Jack- Taylor was his entire world.