Daddy Issues Book Novels & Stories

Dad said and made to leave but mum stood up immediately and block his part "Calm down darling, we can't create another chaos we have to settle this amicably" "Dad I think mum is right, you have to calm down I added" Dad looked at me and sighed before sitting back down on the couch. Mum walk back and sat beside me Dad suddenly stood up and started walking upstairs "Darling where are you going? Mum asks "I need to speak with me Declan, he has to caution his son for causing my daughter tears," Dad said with finalization going upstairs "Listen Rissa marriage is not easy, it's not a bed of roses, and you can't just live your home whenever you have an issue with him"

"Humph! Of course, it has something to do with you! If the boss hadn't been in a hurry to come back to see you and had to fly directly to Gin City temporarily, he wouldn't have been ambushed by the Quinns. It was because he was unprepared that he almost lost his life!" "What did you say?! Mister Daddy was in a hurry to come back to see me?!" Naomi's pupils trembled violently, and her heart thumped wildly. She thought that she had no place in Mister Daddy's heart… Why did Mister Daddy's come back to see her in a hurry? Was he coming back to explain to her what happened in the hospital? Naomi's heart was full of mixed feelings, and Daniel's icy voice sounded again. "Humph! So he almost died be

Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Gabriel kept Andrea teetering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. His thick, veiny cock was buried to the hilt inside her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls perfectly, but every time her body started to tighten and tremble toward release, he would freeze or pull out completely, leaving her empty and desperate. “Please, Daddy…” she whimpered, trying to push back onto him. “I need to cum. I’m so close.”

Chapter 1 Summary: Tom, nineteen-year-old, virgin. He’s been with his girlfriend for a while but so far they haven’t had sex. He’s feeling frustrated. Then his father sends him to do some work for one of his clients. Kate and Tammy, the clients, are in their mid-thirties. When Tom arrives they are in their bikinis, and soon enough they get out of them. Tom checked his watch, not for the first time. In fact, he had been checking it far too frequently. He couldn’t help himself, however. He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans.

I looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent even as my fingers stroked slowly along his growing length. “Nothing… Just curious.” “About what?” His voice was strained. “About your cock, Daddy.” His grip on my wrist tightened, but he didn’t pull my hand away. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as conflict and hunger warred across his face. “I’ve loved you forever,” I whispered, voice shaking with raw need. “And not just like a daughter. No one else can give me what I want. Only you, Daddy.” “You don’t know what you’re saying, baby girl. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”

She was grinding into him naughtily as she kissed him hungrily. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. "Fuck! you feel good," he growled against her lips. "Grind on me, babygirl. Show me how much you want it." "Daddy," she breathed, the word slipping out naughtily before she could stop it. His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with hunger. "Say it again." "Daddy!" she moaned louder. "You naughty little thing!" He spanked her ass, a sharp crack that made her gasp.

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!"

he said, the words rolling off his tongue slowly. The word “ Daddy” hit me like a spark to dry tinder, making my whole body flush crimson from my cheeks down to my toes, my pussy throbbing hard and insistent at the raw dominance in his tone, a pulse of need clenching deep inside me that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning right there. Oh shit, why does that sound so fucking hot coming from him? I had read several books like this, with those daddy stuff, and to be honest, I felt hot.

“He's lying. He can barely even talk through all the fear he's holding back. He's so scared of getting into trouble, Daddy. Just look at him.” “Focus. What else happened, girl?” “Well,” I swallow, pushing the envelope, “I don't quite remember. It was so dark, and I was so tired...” “What?” Daddy asks. I can't help myself. I feel like Daddy needs a story to make it all final. Something so messed up that he'd have no choice but to fire Nick. “I saw Nick pulls his penis out and starts stroking himself...”

Romans — his name scrawled on the board in sharp, masculine strokes — was going to be a fucking problem. The best, wettest, most dangerous kind of problem.