Novel & Cerita Daddy Issues Book

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.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

“But I want more, Daddy. I want you to fuck me. Please. I can take it.” He groaned again, but this time it was softer, like he was fighting with himself. “You’re killing me,” he said. “I want to fuck you so bad, but I don’t want to hurt you more. We can stop if you need to. Or I can go slow, make it good for you.” I shook my head again, looking up at him with big eyes. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Please. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me like you were going to. I can handle it. Just… go a little slower at first?”

"Thanks, Jim. Set us up again and give us a couple more of those cherries. Jennifer wants to give them a special treatment. Don't you Jennifer?" "Yes, master." "From now on, you will call me 'Daddy', slave. Is that clear?" "Yes, Daddy." "Are you getting wet thinking about how nice it will feel to have my thick cock sunk deep within your virginal pussy?" "Yes, Daddy." "Would you like for me to give you to Jim after I finish fucking you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Jennifer, let those men watch you take those cherries from your pussy and give them to Jim.

I leaned into his touch before I could stop myself, a desperate, pathetic craving for the comfort, the approval, the sheer presence of him. “We’re going to get along just fine, Alex,” he said, his dark eyes boring into mine. “As long as you remember who’s in charge. As long as you’re a good boy for Daddy.” The word Daddy hit me like a physical blow. It was so wrong, so twisted, but it sent a fresh, powerful wave of arousal through me, so intense my knees almost buckled. He saw my reaction. Of course, he did. His smile widened. “Go on. Say it.”

I wanted to stand up and run away, I was getting bothered and suffocated with him for even riling me up at all. “Why? Because you don't call me daddy?” I swallowed. What the hell? “You only listen to your daddy?” He continued. I glared at him. Again, his eyes darkened to a perfect black. I understood the double meaning quite well. “Yes, I only listen to my father.” “Millie, behave.” Dad warned sternly, so oblivious to the crazy situation going on right in front of him. This man wanted something but I certainly don't have it, or maybe I was just imagining things?

Richard asked with furrowed brows. “There are no sides, Dad. That's just what happened.” “What happened,” her father pointed a finger towards the door, “is your mother decided the last twenty four years wasn't worth fighting for.” “Is that still the story you're telling yourself?” Chloe asked, almost amused. “We both know it's the truth.” “The truth?” She stepped forward. “The truth is you'd still be at every casino in the state if she let you.” Something flickered in his eyes. “You don't know what you're talking about.”

My nipples were erect and standing at the attention of Daddy. “Oh Daddy! Don’t look at my boobs! Don’t look! Oh Daddy… please look! Please check out my nipples! Please suck them!” My emotions were torn in both directions. I felt bad and wrong that Daddy was using my body and punishing my body in such a sexual way. This was DADDY after all. Father and daughter are not supposed to do such depraved acts! But I wanted it badly. I wanted Daddy to abuse me and have his way with me.