Romans & histoires Daddy Dearest Fnf

I whimpered—half embarrassed, half desperate—clenching around him on purpose just to hear that choked sound he made. “Only for you,” I breathed. “Only ever this needy for you, Daddy.” His eyes flashed—dark, possessive. He pulled out slow—agonizingly slow—until just the head was stretching my entrance, then slammed back in with one hard thrust that knocked the air out of my lungs and made water splash around us. “Fuck—yes,” he growled. “That’s my filthy baby. Taking Daddy’s cock so deep, so greedy. You love being filled, don’t you? Love feeling me stretch this tight little pussy until you can’t think straight.”

Me: For? Dane: More. Me: You asked for me to show you. Didn’t I do that? Dane: You are a tease. Me: kissy face Dane: I’ve got something you can kiss. Me: Your face? Dane: This cock. Me: I’m drooling. Dane: Show me that pretty little pussy. Me: You didn’t say please. Dane: Daddy doesn’t say please. FUCKING HELL. Dane is literally my favorite morally grey character right now. I swallow, but he’s not fictional. He’s real. My pussy purrs and I practically melt against my seat. My knees are about to hit the ceiling, I’m surprised they haven’t already.

Daddy pleasurably fingered my ass as he stroked my dick. "Who is your Daddy?" He spat at my body. "Dominick Storm," "Shout thy name of your father!" I felt like I will pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. "Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Please, Daddy, let me cum!!" I shouted on top of my lungs not minding the people who can hear us. My toes curled up as my vision became blurry. "Cum for thy Father, Baby," I hollered as my seed squirted. "Ngaaaaaaahhhh!!!" "Thank you, Daddy"

Debby moaned out as she came, her hoody writhing violently She smirked at Kelly as she rolled off her. “I should go clean up,” Kelly said, shyly. “Wait,” Debby instructed. Holding eye contact with her, she licked every drop of milk on Kelly’s body before pulling away. “I’ll go check on my grandson,” she said, biting her lips, leaving a flushed and embarrassed Kelly on the couch.

"Good fucking girl. You came for Daddy." "No more Daddy," I whined, pulling myself back with my elbows. Daddy followed me, his lips closing around the throbbing bud, making me see stars. "Fuck," I shuddered. "Poor baby," I let out a shaky breath, managing to catch my breath when he rose to look me in the eyes. His cock pressed against my entrance, once again clouding my already fogged mind. Despite my body screaming for me to stop, my slutty self wanted Daddy to pound me until I lost myself completely. I needed his cock like I needed air to breathe and I loved the desperation that consumed me whenever I think about my daddy's cocks. "Look at you. So perfect," Daddy hummed to himself, cupping

clamps on my labia, pulling them wide as he fucked my ass, the tug intensifying every slide. 'Scream for Daddy, let the city hear.' Moans turned to wails. 'Ahh, fuck, it's too much... give me more!' His daddy fetish deepened our bond, roleplay weaving into reality. 'Call me that always,' he'd demand, spanking my ass red while I knelt. 'Yes, Daddy, punish your naughty girl.' Degradation laced with care. 'You're my worthless cumrag, but so fucking precious.'

“I’m not asking.” “Yes, you are,” Amara said sharply. “And the answer is no.” Before he could respond, a familiar voice rang out. “Mummy!” Crystal came running toward them, curls bouncing wildly, eyes bright with excitement. She froze when she saw Ethan, her smile widening. “It’s the daddy stranger!” she said cheerfully. Amara’s heart dropped. Ethan crouched instinctively, lowering himself to Crystal’s height. “Good morning, Crystal.” “You remember my name!” Crystal beamed. “Mummy, he’s nice. He smiled at me yesterday.”

A tall, elegant man walked in—the very same Boss she had seen the night before. May instantly stood up and ran over to him, helping him remove his coat while speaking to him tenderly, like a devoted wife. “Darling, our daughter and I have been waiting for you to have dinner together.” Damien glanced at Emma. She was so frightened she didn’t know what to do until her mother gently reminded her, “Emma, aren’t you going to greet your father? From now on, Mr. Thorne is your father.” Emma quickly stood up, bowed her head low, and spoke softly, “Father, welcome home.”

He pulled at my hair and it only felt better. My nipples ached even more painfully. "I... I... I don't know, daddy. I... I just want it so much. I... I am such a whore..." I said, looking right into daddy Grayson's eyes as it dawned on me yet again on who this man was. My father's best friend. The cock I was desperately fucking back onto also belonged to my father's best friend. Men two decades older than I was. Heavens, Daisy. How did you become such a slut and ohhh, Daisy, how do you feel being such a whore?

“Because she’s soft and bright like the moon.And my brothers are Leon, like a lion and Atlas, like the world. ‘Cause Daddy says strong men protect those they love.” Nathaniel’s breath left him in a slow, broken exhale. Daddy. She called Alexander Langston Daddy. Not him. Never him. The words tasted like acid that left a vile taste in his mouth. His chest tightened, not sharply, not suddenly, but like iron slowly closing around his ribs.