Daddy Issues Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"Beg for my tongue, kitten. Tell me how bad you need it lapping your juices." “Please... lick me, daddy. I need your mouth on my pussy, sucking my clit." Her hands reached for him, but he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other spreading her folds wide, exposing her fully to his gaze. "Look at that, dripping for your daddy."

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

Fresh slick drips down my thighs. Daddy gives me one last cold, almost bored look. “Maybe if you’re still wet and needy tomorrow,” he says, gesturing lazily at Bob’s heavy cock, “I’ll give you the real deal. We’ll have fun…” I shake my head fast, tears already spilling. “I didn’t sign up for this. It’s not part of the play. This is—” “Oh but the fans love it,” Daddy cuts in smoothly. He glances at the camera. “Am I right, guys?”

"Oh, my God... Daddy!" "Ughhhh!" Daddy groaned as he shoved his cock all the way inside me. The swirl of pain and pleasure ignited inside me and left me trembling. My eyes squinted as his lips found mine. He kissed me long and lovingly as Daddy held his thick cock deep inside me. I felt him flex as my pussy struggled to get used to his size. Between panted breaths and with his forehead resting against mine, Daddy asked, "Are you okay, honey?" It took a moment to focus but I nodded and squeaked, "Y-Yes, Daddy..."

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.”

Placing several strands of his short black hair on the resume, he said; "Uncle, here's my hair containing my DNA. If you have the time can you have it testead? Who knows we could really be father and son!!!! I've got to go back, otherwise, mommy would be worried sick once she finds me messing. " Where do you stay?"' I'll got someone to send you back!!!"" "There, the building opposite this is my mommy's workplace. It quite close, so there's no need."" He glanced at her mommy's resume and said, " Uncle think about it again. My mommy is really beautiful and capable! If you don't marry her, you'll come to regret it!!!""

“Can I please taste you, Daddy?” “Take out my cock.”

For fuck sake, why can't he stop calling me daddy for now, till I figure out how I was his father. “Daddy!” his voice pierced the air again as he gripped my shirt, shaking me and trying to jolt me out of my thoughts. I forced a smirk on my lips, “He sure looks adorable,” I replied, trying to sound casual “Do you like him, Daddy?” he asked, his eyes fixed on mine. I exhaled, trying to keep my temper in check. “Can you quit bothering me?” I coughed out, unable to contain my anger, my voice harsher than I had intended.