Daddy Got Me Pregnant Novels & Stories

My pussy tightened as I came, squeezing my daddy's cock like a vice. "You're too fucking tight baby!" he moaned, "I'm gonna cum in your pussy!" My father then unloaded a torrential amount of his cum, deep inside my womb at my most fertile. His potent seed shot into my pussy, filling me to the brim and ensuring once and for all that I'd get pregnant with his child. I fell against his chest, his cock still deep inside my pussy as I tried to recover from the orgasm. We sat in the same position, trying to regain our strength before getting ready. My hard nipples pressed against chest and I looked up at my father, satisfied after being fucked hard.

Dilly brought out what he wanted to wear and then wore it before walking up to Andrew. "I'll make this quick and simple, Andrew and I don't want you telling Dillion. I'll tell him myself when I'm ready." "Yeah sure. So how did you get to be the father of a kid that age?" Andrew answered and asked. "Well....four years ago, I met that lady in a club. It was a one night stand. That's just it, she came back few days later claiming to be pregnant for me. I told her I aren't accepting the pregnancy and she should abort it, gave her money, she left then later came back with Bryan, the boy you saw me holding."

Then he licked the blood off my inner thighs and pussy lips from my broken hymen, soothing every last twinge of pain away as I moaned. Daddy was up and kissing me at the same time he shoved that fat dick back into me. His words, the fact that his tongue probed my mouth, making me taste my pussy and blood, had my orgasm exploding out of me faster than I could even comprehend. It came out of nowhere, claiming me just like my daddy was. “Oh yes! Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up.” “I’m going to fill you up with so much of my thick, hot cum it’s going to be dripping out of you for days. You’ll always remember where Daddy was.”

She stood up. Grabbing her hands, he looked into her eyes. “She got pregnant by my father. He wouldn’t marry her. He is like this. Irresponsible and carefree. It is his main fault or failing in life, I should say. Rather than handle the… what do you say, public courts and paparazzi… I made a deal with her.”

Taking contraceptive injections and second in case I got my period late. "It’s freezing outside," Hunter said. He stood up from his chair with a desperate urgency that made my heart race. "Which friend is it? I’m coming with you." "Here," I said and shoved my phone toward him. "Danny is already here to pick me up." Hunter’s face clouded over instantly. "Danny? That pathetic kid who used to follow you to music classes?" Hunter’s voice dropped into a dangerous growl. He couldn't stand the thought of me being near another man.

Typed again: "Hi, I don’t know if you’ll remember me, but we met at a bar last month, near the end of the year. We talked for a bit, I was high and ended up spending some time together in your car. I’m sorry to reach out like this, I wasn’t sure how else to do it, but I need to tell you something important. I’m pregnant, and it’s yours." We hardly talked but I mean, I had to make this sound civil some way. My thumb hovered over the screen for a long moment and my heart was racing. I pressed send and set my phone down like it was an explosive. I wasn’t expecting a response immediately, he seemed like a busy man. My phone buzzed and I jumped. Oh shit. I picked it up and it was a message from h

My father wasn’t stupid. “Fuck!” Father grunted and forcefully pulled me off the bed. “Start speaking. Who is it? Who got you pregnant?” he demanded, his grip on my arms tightening. A hard lump formed in my throat. How could I mention Lord Frederick’s name? How could I tell my father that his best friend, a man who was supposed to be a father figure to me, got me pregnant? Father would go mad. “Who is he? Tell me!” Father yelled, his eyes glowing with anger. I tried to speak, but words weren’t forming in my mouth, as if my tongue was seized.

“I need to talk to you.” “I don’t have time for this.” “I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, cutting him off. Adrian froze, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he descended the stairs, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the test results she handed him. When he looked up, his face was twisted with anger. “And what does this have to do with me?” Ria’s heart sank. "You’re the father.” Adrian let out a bitter laugh, throwing the paper at her feet. "Do you think I’m stupid? That bastard in your womb can never be mine.”

I asked, my voice laced with defiance. Raymond's eyes widened, his expression softening. "I see," he said, his voice gentle. "Well how did you got pregnant for him?." “I dont know, it all just happened” I said my voice firm He nodded “So you now have a pretty baby alone to care for?” I shrugged, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over me. "It's not something I advertise," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“She’s carrying my child.” What? I gasp. I can’t seem to comprehend what I had just heard. What does he mean by ‘carrying my child.’ “What?” I ask. “Well, it’s a long story but we had sex and now she’s pregnant for me.” I hold my head. “How do you sleep with his son’s ex by mistake? You can give birth to her!” What the hell is this man telling me? “Why dad? Why? I can’t even start to comprehend why you did this. Are you trying to get back at me or what?