Daddy Issues Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

Submitting to guys who I'd never normally sleep with. Daddy looks at me, his grin more mischievous than before. He knows it irks me, but instead of being concerned, he's chomping at the bit to use it against me. “Yeah, why not? Couple young guys like you, probably need to get your dicks wet.” “Daddy, don't talk like that!”

“Geez, I'm cooking over here. It's so hot out.” Daddy clears his throat, his hand on his round belly like he doesn't know where else to put it without looking awkward. “You should probably put some sun screen on. The last thing you want is end up like a piece of toast.” He grins ear to ear, and I shake my head. Daddy, how the hell do you think you're cheesy humor would ever be attractive to someone like me? I expect better from the guys who want a piece of this ass. “Do you mind, Daddy?” I ask, pointing to a bottle on the small glass table between our chairs.

His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting me thoroughly while his hand slid back under my dress, scooping me up by one thigh. ‎"Mmmph..." I moaned softly against his lips, my hands wrapping tightly around his neck so I wouldn't lose my balance as he fingered me wildly against the sink. He broke the kiss, his hot, heavy breath fanning over my flushed skin. ‎He leaned down, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl against my ear. "Jayce? You have a boyfriend, little girl?" ‎"Daddy... no! It's not what you think" I panted, my voice raspy with desire.

“Jigoo!” He stopped for a moment. “Call me daddy first.” “What?!” I burst out laughing. “Call me Daddy,” he insisted. “You’re too young to be a sugar daddy!” I protested. And he tickled me again. “Okay, okay. Daddy…!” I gasped. He panted. “I knew it was going to sound hot when it came from your lips.” What was he up to now? “Is that okay?” “Now, repeat after me… fuck me, daddy.”

"Please, daddy, put it in. Fill me up, I beg of you." "Put what in? Fill you up with what?" he asked me, pretending not to know. But I knew that if I didn't reply, the possibility of not getting fucked was 200% certain, and that, I just couldn't afford. "Please, put your dick inside me, Daddy. Inside my sharp-set cunt. Stuff my pussy with your tool og pussy-wrecking. I'm pining for your cock, Daddy!" "Oh, really?" I nodded frantically, "Yes, Daddy, yes!"

“I need it, Jax. I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.” He smirked. “From now on, you call me Daddy when my cock is inside you.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Jax spun her around, and shoved her forward against the marble kitchen counter, and yanked her yoga pants and soaked thong down in one rough motion. Her bare ass and dripping pussy were exposed to the cool air. “Fuck… look at that married cunt,” he groaned, running two thick fingers up her clit. She was drenched. “Already dripping for another man’s cock. What a dirty little slut.”

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.”

I could see how hard daddy was holding back and how harder it was for him by the second. "Do you want to cum, daddy?" "Cara!" "Hmmm... Daddy, tell me how much you want to cum" I ran my hands over his strong abs. "Damnit Cara, fuck that promise, I can't hold back any..." "Daddy! Oh..." "Daddy, just a bit more" I moved my hands back up to his shoulders and began riding him hard. My toes curled as I rode hard through the last seconds. "I am gonna cum!" I rasped. "Daddy, cum in my ass!" I moaned.

"Impatient, are we? You could not wait a minute but went on to touch yourself? Such a bad girl" That voice. That low and deep tone. That hard on. I pulled myself together and sat up on the bed. Daddy got to my side, bent down and picked up the phone I had even forgotten that I had dropped. "Now, let's see...." His words stopped as he stared at the screen of my phone. His countenance changed and turned a shade darker. "A dildo?" When he looked away from the phone to look at me, I gulped down hard. He looked furious. Not the angry angry type of furious. But the horny angry type of furious.