Daddy Issues Book Novels & Stories

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

He proved to be a great listener I wondered two days in if he’d ever wake up. This morning I went through the routine when my mom called me and our conversation ended up in her cussing at Peter because, in her words, he is a 'dirty man whore' Now I went into my newfound hobby of gazing at the man in my bed. I'd giving him a name too, Kel, after my dog I had when I was eleven. I couldn't still place where he was from because he didn't look American one bit and now that I think about it neither did those men.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

“This is how I feel every time you look at me like that, baby girl.” The fear of taking his dick into my mouth was written all over my eyes, and it sent pleasure down his body. But then, just looking at him had my pussy soaked through my pants. His hands moved to the back of my head, guiding me closer. I’d read about this in books, but I had no idea how to actually start, and he could see the hesitation in my eyes. “So sweet for daddy,” he pouted, gripping his own member. “Hold onto it like this and start to stroke. Then you take it all in.”

There was a reason that Grant had to go overseas and there was a reason that his father didn’t have a wife, but had two sons. All the signs were there that his life wasn’t sunshine and roses, but then again, I didn’t expect things like that for those born into power. I watched enough dramas and saw enough on the news to know that there would always be a power struggle and those who held the power would have to be on their toes. I want to be his safe space. I think as Grant shifts our position so that I’m straddling his lap. I want to at least be that. “Grant,” I murmur, beginning to move my hips. “You can lean on me.”

“You’re so big, Daddy.” He covered my mouth again. “Quiet. We don’t want Victoria hearing you moan like a little slut.” His hips moved fast and rough. Each thrust shook the bed. “Take this dick. Milk it with your tight cunt.” I wrapped my legs around him. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best way. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged between his fingers. “Fill me up again. I need your cum.” Damien pounded me faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while strangers wait outside.”

“All that stuff about your mom, all those random guys… no one sticking around.” My throat tightened. “Kind of explains why you’re so messed up,” he continued lightly. “No dad, no stability… no wonder you don’t feel anything.” There it was. The word didn’t even need to be said. Daddy issues. My face burned, heat rushing up my neck so fast it made me dizzy. I crouched down to grab my books, but my hands were shaking so badly I fumbled them, my fingers refusing to cooperate. I could feel everyone watching. Not just looking, but judging. Recording. Turning me into something to laugh at.

"If he approaches you during the trip or thinks of harming you, I will make the Black Mountain repeat his story over the coming years without interruption." "Thank you." I nodded my head, trying to straighten my stance, everything he uttered etched upon my heart in diamond water that would never be erased. I turned forward with a slight smile, not knowing why I had to cry every time I remembered my father. "My father was never a father to us. I believe he loathes me more than he hates my sisters." I addressed him without guessing for a second, my eyes contemplating the back of the orca whale and its way of swimming away from the ship, looking extremely enchanting. My vocal cords shook despit

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.