Daddy Issues Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I took mommy with me even though she didn't want to. "Sir haven't you come home yet?" I ask him. "Am I being kicked out first?" jokingly saying it. "It's not like that sir, maybe you'll do something else," I replied while bowing. "I don't have anything to do. So it's ok, and besides I just wanted to stay here with you," he said with a wink. "Daddy you're so cheesy," Axel groaned. I messed up his hair. "Is it cheesy?" I'm sorry your daddy doesn't know how to pick up the line, "he whispered, although I could hear that I was just dead malicious.

"Daddy, please." "Please what Bambina. What does Daddy's little slut need?" "You, I need you. I want you." "Just remember this is what you asked for." He pulls out of me, I start to protest but before I can even find the words, he slams back into me in a repeated rhythm. "Fuck GreenLee, So wet, tight. That's it choke daddy's cock." My walls start to squeeze him. Before I can come undone he pulls out and flips me to my knees and slams back in causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. "FUCK DADDY!"

I gasp when Daddy's hands smack my asscheeks and leave a pleasurable sting behind. "Please fuck me daddy, I need you in me," I whine and wiggle my ass to try and entice him closer. "Are you trying to tease me baby?" He grumbles in my ear, his body hovering over mine. I feel his hard member rub against the crack of my ass and smear precum on the sensitive skin. "Fuck me daddy!" "No more 'please'? Is someone getting desperate?" He licks the shell of my ear and places a gentle kiss there. "Are you my desperate slut?"

“Perhaps you were not expecting that pick-up line, didn’t you?” Daddy Damon pursed his lips. He is so funny. I can’t help but to laugh at it. Daddy was afraid of his masculinity to be at stake to show how he truly feels. “Fuck that toxic masculinity. You are still the man in our relationship,” I smiled at him. “You are the top, and I’ll always be the bottom. I love you, Daddy Damon,” and teasing him more by kissing his cheeks.

Stop calling me and acting like I’m a little baby , you're still going to deny the fact that you feel something for me . If you don’t , then tell me why you have been trying so hard to avoid me, you just don’t want to accept it , but we both know that I’m not a little girl anymore uncle and you just have to accept that . Tell me you don’t want this , tell me you don’t find me attractive , tell me you don’t want to slam me against the wall and make love to me , just tell me you don’t want to and I am going to let you be

"You're being such a good girl for Daddy, baby. Daddy's sorry he has to... ah! That I have to fuck you so hard. Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good!" "Fuck... fuck.... tell me... oh God... tell me you love me, Daddy." "I do love you, angel, more than anything." "OH FUCK DADDY, I'M GOING TO CUM!" "Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for Daddy!"

He walks to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and presses his lips against the top of my head. " If only you knew how lucky I am to have you. " He whispers, his eyes filled with so much emotion. " And if only you knew how lucky I am to have a guy like you in my life." I answer back. " A guy old enough to be your father. " He smirks and I giggle. " Maybe I have daddy issues. That's why I am attracted to you, daddy! " I joke, biting down my lower lip. " Fuck! Stop saying that. Or else, we might just stay home. Alonso warns and I chuckle.

"Daddy... What if I'm not great as you? What if I fail you?" "I know you won't. Don't ever think that I am better than you. You are better than me, princess. You already proved yourself to me; you surpassed all my expectations from you." I smiled. Daddy really knows how to make me feel better. "Daddy... can I like someone?" He looked at me with a lopsided smile "You like someone?" I glared at him "Don't give me that smile, daddy." He chuckled "Okay, sorry. So... who is the lucky guy?"

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.