Daddy Desire Images Novels & Stories

“I want this so bad... you know how much I've always wanted to have babies of my own! I want to have your babies, Daddy! I want you to give it to me... I want you to shoot your cum in me, and make me yours! I want you to claim me! I want you to claim me with your cum! I want to be yours! Yours forever! I want you to breed me, Daddy! Please, please, pleeease!” “Oh, Gud... you naughty girl...” Daddy was growling, deep in his throat. And then it happened! Daddy was thrusting the hardest he'd done yet, pounding me down into the bed! “You want my cum in your pussy.... right? Then fucking take it, Baby!” Daddy was grunting. “Take Daddy's cum! Take it all!”

"Daddy, please." "Mmm, begging me now? Tell me how much you want Daddy's cock." "Fuck, please, Daddy. I need you inside me." "Mmm, that's it. Beg me more. You're so fucking hot begging for Daddy like that." "Please, Daddy. Claim my tight, dripping wet pussy. It's hungry for Daddy's cum." "Oh, yes. Good girl."

When he opened the browser history to see her search for "daddy and daughter," he nearly lost it. His heart pounded in his chest loudly and his cock throbbed as it extended away from his body. 'She's looking for father/daughter p**n? My God, that's so hot.' James started stroking his cock with fuller, longer strokes. He knew it wouldn't take long before he came.

he said, his voice a low rumble, “so eager, so naughty for me.” I bit my lips, my eyes meeting his in the mirror. “Daddy,” I pleaded, my voice urgent. “I need it. Now.” Varkos’s eyes narrowed, his grip on my hips tightening even more. He knew I was close to the edge and he was enjoying every moment of my desperation. “You want it?” He asked, his voice thick with sexual desire. “Tell daddy how much you want his cock.” “Yes…I want it so bad,” I panted, my voice shaking. “Daddy, I need it now.”

I hope I look sexy. He chuckles. “I could fuck you for hours and cum all night. But I shouldn’t.” This is not how I imagined my first time would end on those hot nights when I fingered my pussy to thoughts of Daddy losing control. “Oh my god,” I stammer. “You’re thinking about that stupid doctor, aren’t you?” Daddy eyes my breasts hungrily. He can’t hide his desire, but he steps away and runs a hand through his hair. “Another time,” he says.

I groaned, picturing what her ass would look like all red and pretty. "I want you squirming and squirting on my cock, Sunshine. I want to fuck your mouth so hard that you feel me for days..." I looked at the framed picture and grunted in pleasure. Jerking off to her picture was sick but this was what she had made of me. I was sick and fucked up for her. "Daddy wants to fuck you.... Bang you so bad... So fucking bad!" I moaned, throwing my head back for a second as I came, directing my cum on the framed picture in front of me.

The scent of her own arousal filled the air (sweet, musky, feminine, thick and heady), drowning out her mom's scent. Like Maggie was a faraway dream. A bad memory. Diane did love her mother. Just not as much as she wanted daddy's big dick. He was the perfect man. He had to be Diane's and hers alone. *Daddy. Oh fuck, daddy. Big dick. I need it splitting my virgin pussy open, stretching me until I can’t walk. I need it, Cain. So fucking badly," she rasped, getting louder and louder the closer she came to the edge.

I want to be fucked, thoroughly and completely, just taken… Oh, sure, I’ve had pleasant sexual experiences in my life, times when I felt turned on, times when I’ve even managed to climax with a man. But I’ve never felt wild desire, pure animal need, feral and dark and mind-shattering. With Daddy, though, that’s all I feel, all I want. “Daddy, I –” I break off, trembling, trying to work up the courage to get out the words. “Baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You don’t have to be afraid of what you need. I promise you, all I want to do is give it to you, whatever it is. Don’t you know that?”

“So I’m just your dirty little secret? Your stepdaughter fuck toy you keep hidden while you build a normal life with her?” Daddy’s grip tightened on my face, forcing me to look at him again. His eyes were dark, intense, almost angry. “Don’t twist this, Ava,” he growled. “You think I want a normal life? You think I want to come home to a respectable wife who spreads her legs once a week and calls it making love?” He stepped closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my soaked pussy. “I want you,” he said fiercely. “I want the girl who screams ‘Daddy’ when I fuck her ass. I want the girl who gets wet when I edge her in public. I want the girl who wears my collar and begs to be used like a to