Daddy Diaries Novels & Stories

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

Shut up before you say something you regret! “And you aren’t my dad!” “Rue,” my mother gasps, her eyes widening. “What are you even saying? Of course he is your fat…” “HE ISN’T!” I yell, drawing the gazes of those around us. “He isn’t my father! My father died many years ago, and he…he…” I continue as those damned complex feelings of mine come rushing in despite the alcohol in me. “He… forget it.” Feeling at a loss and completely defeated, I stand and grab my purse from the table beside me.

He rasped against my mouth. “Yes Daddy.” THE END

Charlotte's POV When I saw the relieved smile on my father's face, my chest tightened for some reason. All these years, my love for Layson had brought him a lot of gossip, yet he never blamed me. After dinner, my father and Carlson went to the study together. I didn't know what they discussed. It was half an hour later when Carlson emerged. He said goodbye and got ready to leave. Strangely, I didn't want him to leave. It was only our first meeting, and this was an engagement I had never really considered. But when he stood at the door smiling at me, I realized I didn't want him to go.

"Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with something. " Autumn's dad was the president of Lush Quarters, a post that was voluntary and had nothing to do with the building super. He admined the buildings group page along with the super and was responsible for gathering opinions about matters arising from the tenants and presenting them to the super and things like that. Mr Patterns, Autumn's dad, who was a vet by day, took his voluntary post very seriously. Kiersey shrugged and picked the bowl back up. She pretended not to notice the fixed look Peyton was giving her. Seriously, could anything pass that girl by?

Kendra POV We pull into the drive of our big house. Daddy has not said one word to me on the way home. He was very quiet. I know he is mad, but I could not help myself. I was horny, and I wanted him right then. I wonder what he will do to me. Maybe he will give me a good spanking and then fuck me. Daddy parks the car. He looks at me and stares for a moment with his beautiful eyes. I love his eyes. I look down and notice he left his pants unzipped. Hmmm, I wonder why he did that. Is he that mad?

“These tits are perfect. So young and full. Been staring at them in the mirror the whole ride. You like when Daddy sucks on them, Juniper?” The word “Daddy” made my pussy clench hard. “Yes… Daddy. I like it so much. Do not stop sucking them.” I held his head to my chest, fingers in his silver-streaked hair as he feasted on my breasts. He licked, sucked, and nibbled until both nipples were swollen and aching.

Adriano's voice in her ear, low and lethal, "It's Daddy for you, babygirl." She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge the thoughts. “Get it together,” she whispered. But the images wouldn’t stop. She couldn't let her personal life, if you could even call whatever was happening with Adriano a personal life, bleed into her writing. She had to compartmentalize.

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.