Daddy Desire Pics Novels & Stories

I need him inside me. “Please, Daddy…” I whisper, my voice shaky. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.” Dean growls low in his throat and shoves his sweatpants down. His cock springs free thick, long, and rock-hard, the head already glistening with precum. It’s bigger than I imagined in all my late-night fantasies, veined and heavy as it slaps against his abs.

Uncle said sensually to me as if he's compelling me to just go on with the flow and before I knew it we were now inside my dad's room. Fuck! Dad's gonna burn me in hell for this. "Look at your father, he's only wearing a tight and thin boxer brief." Uncle suddenly said and I don't know what got into me but I felt a rush of lust and excitement in my body as I quickly looked into the bed where dad is peacefully sleeping, he's only wearing a boxer brief and his hands were caressing his bulge, I think dad is having wet dreams right now. I know that at this point I should have to be bothered because fucking shit, my daddy is lying on the bed almost naked and I don't know why I'm getting a hard-on

And I never looked back. I remembered the next day Storm blowed up my phone and continuously coming to the house to come see me. I broke out of my thoughts as Linda came in sighing heavily. "What happened?" I asked her. I stood up and smoothed down my bodycon form fitting cream dress. "Dad and I had a long talk. And he accepted that I should follow my dreams and that he'll always support me. We finally had a father daughter bonding time and his stupid girlfriend had to interrupt," she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch.

"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..."

It nestles, and as Daddy plows into me, I feel that pleasure welling up in me again. “Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your dirty little girl.” “You're Daddy's, baby. He's gonna fuck this pussy till we're both nice and old.” He flips me over, and getting me to my knees, Daddy fucks me like a little doggy on the couch. All the dirty desires I've thought about the stream to the surface, nothing held me back anymore. They all want to be experimented with, all seemingly stuck in high gear.

. Why wasn't he doing anything or reacting? “Tell me what you want ,baby.” he whispered his breath on my neck, his words came out like a command which had my pussy tightening in desire. The sudden urge to get consumed by him took over me, and I pleaded “please……..” “please daddy” “please what?” He asked in a low voice, his head right in between my legs. His hot breath blew on my thighs as if persuading me to breakdown the walls between us. I swallowed hard,”please……..eat me daddy.” As soon a the words left my mouth I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. His stare caused my desire to grow higher to the extent I wasn't aware I was capable of. I wondered when was the last time I wanted so

That first touch sends a jolt through me, and I can already feel myself becoming wetter. “More…” I buck my hips into his hand wanting more…wanting everything. “Shh, daddy knows what you need, Baby Dolly.” My pussy clenches at his words and he feels it because he smirks down at me and says, “You like that? You like being in your daddy’s bed? I knew you were a dirty little girl.” “Yes…” It’s so wrong, and I should be disgusted, but fuck if the sinfulness and fuckedupness doesn’t make me want it more.

I was ready to lose my virginity to the Devil, to this ethereal beast I have been calling daddy since I was a young child. I held onto his strong thighs, they were like pure, taut muscle beneath my palms, just as strong and as muscular but, not as tubular as the muscle wedged between my thighs. I did not want to display any form of disobedience, but I could not resist the desire to get a real feel of his erected dick, I pushed my thighs closer and applied more pressure to get a better feel of the muscle. No words were said, I simply continued to slowly bring my thighs together and enclose his dick, he did not stop me, we both knew what we were doing and what we wanted. By doing so, I provok

I was out of my mind. Whoever this girl is? She isn’t me. The heat between us was palpable, our heavy breaths mingling as he gazed into my eyes. The feel of his hand was too incredible. I wanted to close my eyes, but they remained open staring into his cool grey depths swirling with dark desires. Then they moved to his muscles. I’d thought he was fit but never allowed my thoughts to wonder too far, his sculpted muscles taut and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I bit my lower lip with the urge to lick him, clouding my mind.

I want her in the many ways a man would want a woman—Her supple breasts melting away in my mouth like candy, our bodies rocking together in synchrony as I pound her cunt good till she screams my name. Naughty thoughts start to fill my head, a rush of desire rush through me. She has to be mine, only mine.