Daddy Desire Images Novels & Stories

“So desperate to cum for Daddy.” “More,” I gasped. “Don’t stop, daddy.” He added a third finger, curling them just right, and I nearly screamed. “God... mmfuckingfuck... Daddy! Oh fuck!” “There it is,” he growled. “That filthy little mouth calling for Daddy. Bet you love cumming for me more than anyone else.” I nodded frantically. “Yes—only you. Only ever you, daddy.” “Cum for me then,” he said darkly, rubbing my clit again. “Let me feel how bad you need me.”

"Missed you, baby girl. Lectures keeping you from Daddy too long?" I'd crossed the room in a daze, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the steady thump of his heart. "Missed you more, Daddy. All day thinking about your cock—how it feels stretching me, owning me." He'd groaned then, hands gripping my ass, lifting me effortlessly onto the desk, papers scattering like fallen leaves. "Show me how much you missed it." His fingers had hiked up my skirt, finding me bare and dripping, two thick digits plunging in without mercy, curling to hit that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. "Fuck, so wet already. This pussy's always ready for Daddy's big dick, isn't it?"

My camera was aimed straight between my legs, pussy lips glistening and spread open for him, my clit all puffy and begging. “I’ve been waiting like a good girl, Daddy. My cunt’s been dripping for you all fucking day, aching so bad I had to keep touching it.” His side of the screen stayed locked on that massive cock like always, thick, heavy, veins bulging as his big rough hand stroked it slow and steady. He doesn’t show his face since I have known him, I just look at his dick and fuck myself hard. The text popped up on my screen. DaddyBigDick796: Are you waiting for me babygirl?

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

It was hotter than fire. "Yes, Mr. Carter." He spanked my ass once more making a low gasp to leave my lips. "I am not Mr. Carter, neither am I your stepfather. I am your Daddy. Your Daddy, your professor." "Yes, Daddy." I felt his cock teased my ass. "Repeat what I said." I nodded my head grinding my hips over his cock. "You're my Daddy, My professor." "Good. Now tell me what you want?" He requested spurning me around to face him. My chest rises and falls with strong desire. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

Chelsea. Being fucked and eaten by Daddy yesterday, then waking up to the sound of my own mother screaming and moaning for his cock this morning… it was everything you’d see in high-definition p**n. Raw. Filthy. Wrong in the most addictive way possible. I lay in bed replaying it all — the way Daddy had stretched me open on his exam table, the brutal thrusts that made me see stars, the way he’d devoured my pussy like a starving man on his desk.

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

God, he was already so hard for me. “Daddy…” I whispered, my voice needy and breaking as I kissed along his spine, tasting the salty sweat on his warm skin. “I’m so fucking horny. Please fuck me, Daddy. I need it.” A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled out of his chest, vibrating against my tits. He turned around slowly, towering over me, those diamond eyes staring down with pure hunger. I looked up at him, my own eyes full of raw lust and desperate need, biting my lip hard.

“But I can’t stop touching you. You’re my everything now.” His hand slipped under my shirt, fingers teasing my nipple. Desire flared despite the guilt. He dropped to his knees, pushed my shorts down, and buried his face between my thighs, licking and sucking until I came shaking against his mouth. Then he stood, turned me around, and took me right there against the counter — quick, deep thrusts, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he growled low. “Taking my cock while the neighbors could knock any second.”

I thought of the many ways I would 'punish' her when I finally get the chance to --when I lock her up in the enclosed prison of my bedroom. * I'll strip you off of every clothing,flip you over and tie your hands behind you, I'd bend you over and put a cushion under you, should the surface be rough or you have poor stamina, I'll bring out my cock and penetrate you deep, pounding till you plead for mercy and promise to be good for Daddy. * I started to feel very horny, my cock getting all erected and ready for the pink dripping wet feel of her pussy in my mind. I grabbed my cock and pressed gently on it. Soothing it.