Daddy Issues Book Novels & Stories

"I respect your dad too much for this." He turns to leave and something in me snaps. I grab his belt and pull him back around, my other hand going directly to his crotch. He's hard. Extremely hard. Proof that everything I suspected is true. "Still not interested?" I ask, my hand pressed against the very obvious bulge in his jeans. He looks down at my hand on him, then back up at my face. His eyes have gone dark and dangerous. "Fuck," he mutters. And then he curses, "Fuck you, Dad."

He groans, rubbing his face with his hands, I needed to push him further if I wanted more. “I took the pain killers right? It killed the pain, I’m fine seriously. But I would be fine-r, if you touched me.” He wavers, I see it, his hands slacks and I can see his jaw working, he is considering it, his eyes fall on my body that is covered with the sheets, my dick is so hard at this point, nothing could hide it. Just a little more… “Please… I need you daddy.”

BOOK TITLE : Daddy cock hits the spot (1) CONTENT: Seduction, bigger cock, Stepdad, orgasm, pussy fucking, hardcore. CHAPTER 1 Christy rolled her eyes as the boy on top of her struggled to figure out what to do next. Her legs were opened wide beneath him, but he just couldn’t seem to make things work. She reached down and moved his cock until it was just in front of her pussy. “Now, just slide it in!” she said with a frustrated sigh.

“I will not call you Daddy. That’s a hard limit. No way.” Oh. An uncomfortable flush of unease washes over me. She won’t call me Daddy. Jesus, I hadn’t even thought about it before I said it. The daddy dom aspect of my personality is such a part of who I am, I forgot some subs hate that.

He wanted to get drunk and forget about that woman. She was haunting him in his dreams, and he would always wake up with a massive hard-on every morning. And what he hated the most is that he ends up jacking off in the bathroom just to make his soldier calm down. He's like a horny teenager. “Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes.” Phoenix was pulled from his deep thoughts when he heard his father behind him. “Dad.” The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand.

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

“Daddy can explain all that happened. You know that Daddy is sick too right? Daddy also has heart issues like Rosie and that day, Daddy had a breakdown. Before Daddy recovers, little Sie Sie is gone with Mommy. Daddy didn't lie, really.” Hearing her father's explanation, the child paused for a while and looked at him. He was contemplating whether to believe him or not. On one hand, she honestly wants to but on the other, she is scared that he is lying and eventually, he will leave her again. She doesn't want that as the heart of herself and her mother will not be able to take it. “I don't want to believe you.” “You should. Do you know how much Daddy misses you? Here,” he dipped his hands int

"Oh baby, baby, feels like I've never come before in my life. So good. So good. So good." "Daddy," she breathes against my mouth, tits shuddering, complexion rosy. Flushed. Goddess. "You're my Daddy now." Does she have father issues? Yes. Am I here to solve them? No. I'm here to bask in every piece of her. Good or bad. I'm here to make her feel right, because she is. She's perfect.

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

Something deep and dark and forbidden. It felt right to call Jay Daddy. I don’t know where this is coming from. It's not like I have deep-seated daddy issues, but Jay is my daddy. The man who takes care of me. The man I want to run to when there's a storm. The man who gets me so hot and bothered I’m tossing and turning and aching all night. And he liked me calling him daddy as much as I did. There was this animalistic look in his eye—like he couldn't control himself.