Daddy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

"Oh, my God... Daddy!" "Ughhhh!" Daddy groaned as he shoved his cock all the way inside me. The swirl of pain and pleasure ignited inside me and left me trembling. My eyes squinted as his lips found mine. He kissed me long and lovingly as Daddy held his thick cock deep inside me. I felt him flex as my pussy struggled to get used to his size. Between panted breaths and with his forehead resting against mine, Daddy asked, "Are you okay, honey?" It took a moment to focus but I nodded and squeaked, "Y-Yes, Daddy..."

he muttered sleepily, his hot breath leaving tingles on the nape of her neck. His cock, already half hard, laid heavy and thick against the cleft of her plump ass through his thin boxers. “Been too fucking long since I buried myself in tight young cunt. You’re going to make daddy cum just from cuddling, you know that?” Cain harped on in his sleep. What nineteen year old wouldn't swoon at the way daddy held her these days? At the things he said to her. Whether he was aware of it or not. Diane fancied herself very much in love. With her own step daddy.

LAINE DADDY IS INSIDE ME, and it hurts. It hurt enough to take my breath when he pushed in, but I love it, I love the way it feels. Daddy’s big cock makes me feel so tender, but I want it. I want all of him. “More, Daddy…” I whisper. “Please… please, more…”

"I love you very much, too. Dad... I thought you didn't love me anymore because you're always busy now." "That's my responsibility, dear. Later, when you have your own company and manage it by yourself, you'll feel what it's like to be your father. But one thing you should know, Daphne. My love has never dried up for you. Daddy always loved you. To love you. You don't have to doubt that, dear." Daddy and I hugged for a very long time. It was like we were in a sea of feelings, and we went into the water to drown ourselves and explore each other's feelings.

I wait while Gianna adorably tries to create a sentence, but before she does, my father storms toward us. “Grant!” He snarls, his eyes filled with anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” By this point we are surrounded, just as I was wanting and when I’m certain that there are enough people around to spread the word that the golden bachelor has found his future wife, I reach out and wrap an arm around Gianna. “I think it is pretty clear,” I say slowly, peeking toward Gianna who remains silent. “I’m kissing my future wife.”

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

Grinning, she hooked one arm around my neck and ran the other down my chest, causing every part of me to simmer with impassioned hunger. “You are hard, daddy,” Diana whimpered, placing her hand on my rock-hard crotch. “Yes, baby girl. I am,” I replied, setting her down on the floor, “And now, I'm going to bend you over that armchair and fuck you into bliss. What do you say?” As I spoke, I let my hands travel all over her body, leaving her to whimper as she gripped onto the headrest of said armchair. “I s-say do it, daddy,” She gritted out, and that was the greenlight I needed to start tracing kisses down her spine.