Novel & Cerita Daddy Issues Book

"Good fucking girl. You came for Daddy." "No more Daddy," I whined, pulling myself back with my elbows. Daddy followed me, his lips closing around the throbbing bud, making me see stars. "Fuck," I shuddered. "Poor baby," I let out a shaky breath, managing to catch my breath when he rose to look me in the eyes. His cock pressed against my entrance, once again clouding my already fogged mind. Despite my body screaming for me to stop, my slutty self wanted Daddy to pound me until I lost myself completely. I needed his cock like I needed air to breathe and I loved the desperation that consumed me whenever I think about my daddy's cocks. "Look at you. So perfect," Daddy hummed to himself, cupping

comment meant I sucked in bed, and that he set me up for a role play to spice things up, disgusted me. I talked to my therapist about the Daddy issue thing, and she said that I have unresolved issues with my father that I really need to work out if I want to end all my confusion. She said that unresolved issues doesn't mean that I have a fantasy to be with my father, but it was normal for women who have unresolved issues with their fathers to fantasize about things like this.

It was kinda- actually, it was really hot seeing those boys get worked over rough by those huge horse cocked studs while crying out, 'daddy'. I thought calling another man daddy was weird. I heard people say that only boys with daddy issues called men 'daddy'. Daddy issues or not, those boys in the p**n looked like they were having a damn good time taking fat cocks in their asses while getting spanked, choked, gagged, slapped, and their hair pulled by those sexy older men. Unreal. Did I want all that? Did I want to get spanked? Would Mr. Gilson even liked being called daddy?

“I can’t help you, but my savior can.” My eye balls roll in their socket. With a deep breath, I lower my head by my shoulder. “You have no idea all the bad things I have done.” I whisper. “There’s nothing that cannot be forgiven.” “Daddy, I-“ “Father.” He corrects. “Sorry.” I sigh, again. “My daddy issues sometimes get the best of me. You know, I was orphaned. It’s how I became a slut.” His eyes are focused on me now.

he rumbled, the endearment laced with authority, "what's got my needy little baby calling me in the middle of the day? Everything alright?” Katherine bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she imagined him in his office, that muscular frame tense with work, his thick erection straining against his pants at the thought of her. "Daddy… I just... I want you home for dinner tonight. With me. Please…” He chuckled darkly. “Baby, you know I've got this late meeting. It'll run long, also dinner out with the clients is part of it. Be a good girl and eat without me. I'll make it up to you later.”

“I see it in your eyes, bellissima. I see the way you look at me. You want something you know I’m very much capable of giving to you. You want a daddy and I can be your mafia daddy.” He told me and my whole system rearranged. He knew my darkest desires! I grew up with Daddy issues, wanting a man to care for and protect me. A man to provide for me, never letting me worry about anything in the world. A man to pamper me and give me endless orgasms. I wanted a father and a lover in one man. I wanted a Daddy.

he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he tore deeper into me. “Open me up Daddy, make me yours, dig me, Daddy, please” I cried. His dick was so big, I wondered if I could last another minute pretending I was enjoying his thrust, my pussy was struggling to adjust to his size. “Daddy, my pussy is going to fall apart” I screamed. “You like it, dont you? You like being big daddy’s slut?” I heard him say as he pounded harder into me. “Yessssssss daddy! Yes!!!! Yes,” I screamed.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

Julian just arched one perfect brow, like he had all the time in the world to watch me squirm. “Because you’re a dad, and you’re hot, so you’re a daddy. A boss daddy.” The words slipped out with a snort-laugh, but his stare didn’t budge an inch. God. He was dead serious. “Daddy issues?” His voice was calm. The type of calm that could slice you wide open without a drop of blood. I clicked my tongue. “If I call you baby, does that mean you’re the one with issues?” Julian didn’t flinch. “I’m asking, Isla.”

He rasped against my mouth. “Yes Daddy.” THE END