Daddy Desire Images Novels & Stories

Daddy wanted me. Taking hold of the covers on top of me, I slowly pulled one hand from left to right, peeling back the cloth armor that had hidden my body from view. When I revealed a very willing twenty-one-year-old daughter lying completely naked in my bed, my dad's nostrils began to flare. His eyes slid over my body, devouring me with their intensity. His heated gaze made me shiver with desire. God he knew how to show a girl he wanted her. My pussy was already dripping. "You seriously want to do this?" he asked, sounding strained.

Her voice was a desperate, broken whisper, yet filled with an undeniable conviction. “My… my nipples. They’re so full. They hurt. And… and I’m so wet. I just… I want your… your dick. I want you to make it all better, David. Please. Daddy.” The word, "Daddy," spoken with such raw, desperate longing, was a potent aphrodisiac. It sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through him, making his cock surge even harder. He’d known she was aroused, but the explicit confession, the raw hunger in her eyes, the direct request for his dick, was more than he’d dared to hope for. He had her. Completely.

I moan, the words slipping out of habit. He stops, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, his gaze dark and feral. “I’m sorry, I just got—” “You can beg better,” he growls. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want.” Daddy? Oh God, that demand goes straight to my clit, making my pussy clench around nothing. “I want your cock, Daddy,” I sob. “I want you to stretch me open and ruin me with your huge cock, I want you to fuck me.”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” He pushed me back onto the bed, towering over me like a god of sin. Lust swirled in his dark and dangerous eyes. Yes, this look—this was how I had imagined Dave in my darkest dreams. He wanted to devour me just as much as I wanted to be ruined by him.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

The compelling desire building up inside me was a clear indication of that. “I’m yet to recover from cumming so hard,” I reminded James, as if he’d not been the one to make that possible. Chuckling, he shook his head slowly. “Daddy wants his baby, and daddy is going to have her.” His eyes glimmered with a desire that mirrored the one in my body.

"Yes, Daddy." "There's my greedy little slut," Daddy growled, pulling back. I whimpered, reaching for him, the fire too intense to ignore. I needed him so badly. "Easy, tigress, I'm just getting rid of this," he said, taking off his light blue shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. Shimmying around to pull the pants off of his legs, he lay back down. I pulled him down to me, my body heating up from the need and raw desire to have him fill me up. "Please, I need you..."

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

He replied and she nodded. She wanted to ask him a question but she felt intimidated, she didn't notice how handsome he looked at first. He has brown eyes which look like the colour of earth kissed by spring rain. He is cute but different from all others. He is handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. His dark hair really made him look so attractive. Still speaking of his brown eyes they were deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stare long enough. His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength and made him look so do

With a deep groan, he inserted a finger inside her. "Wrong answer." "Holy shit!" She trembled, hands reaching out to stop him but he only worked his way inside her. Her eyes closed in defeat as her entire body shook on his finger in deep tremors that came one after the other. "Do i need to remind you the easy way or the hard way Piccola?" "Daddy." She blurted out seconds later and a smirk grazed his lips. "Good girl." He released his fingers from her folds leaving her bare and slowly made his way back to her chests. There, he forcefully ripped out the lace that held her breasts and fondled with it.