Daddy Literotica Novels & Stories

“College is treating you right, Ava. Those legs… fuck.” Jax, the loud construction king with arms like tree trunks, grinned wide and crude. “Jesus Christ, girl. When did you get an ass like that? I used to bounce you on my knee. Now you’re walking around with these tiny shorts riding up your crack, tits bouncing, making four old bastards rock hard just by bringing us drinks.” My face flushed hot, but I laughed it off, flipping my hair. “You guys are already shitfaced.” Dad chuckled from his seat, eyes bloodshot, his pile of chips almost wiped out while the others sat on fat stacks. He’d been bleeding money hard all night.

I’m going to remind him every day. Carter laughed quietly despite himself. “You always worry about everyone else.” His smile faded as he continued reading. Each page painted a picture of the daughter he had lost. A girl who loved coloring outside the lines. Who named every stray cat she found. Who believed rainy days were “the sky watering flowers.” He wiped away a tear. Then he reached a page written only weeks before Lily disappeared. The handwriting looked slightly neater. Daddy took me to see the babies today. They’re so tiny.

“ why? Don’t you wanna listen to daddy ? “ He raised his eyebrows and the stern look on his face made me clench my thighs together. I squirmed under his intense gaze and clenched my palms onto the couch. I knew this was all gonna be so embarrassing but my body needed it badly. I slowly spread my legs and slowly looked up to see a smirk displaying on his lips. “ good girl, now fuck yourself hard “ “ I-I feel dirty- “ I noticed a grin on his lips before watching my dripping pussy. My hand slowly travelled down and I closed my eyes feeling it so dripping wet. I slowly pushed a finger inside of my cunt and gasped. “ mhmm~ “ I slowly started moving my fingers and my hips bucked and I could feel m

This is my gift for becoming one of his son’s whore. I got to work taking off my clothes, Daddy moved closer to me, he did not have his shirt on, I pressed my hands on his abs tracing lines on them. He turned me over, pushed my ass firmly on the part of his pants where his cock was. I breathed in sharply as I felt his cock on my ass. His big hard veiny cock. “On your knees Yara.” Daddy said, his voice was thicker than normal. He fucking wants me yayyy. I obliged. I went on my knees, stretched my hands backwards as I wanted for my hands to be cuffed. Daddy does not like how much of a disturbance my hands can be.

I whisper the words, more like moan them and his eyes go darker, if that was even possible at this point. "Really? Anything?" His deep gravelly baritone cuts into me, settling in the pit of my stomach and stirring butterflies loose. "Yes, daddy." I moan, emboldened by his naked lust for me, I find myself feeling sensual and lustrous when I see myself through his eyes. It is incredibly ego boosting and flattering.

"Come on, Daddy! Fill me with your cum! Ahhhh! Yes! Faster! Cum inside my little pussy!" "Oh my god, Layla! I'm almost there! Here's my cum!" "Yes! Daddy!" I greeted his cock as if Daddy would enjoy it even more. "Cum inside me please! I'm almost there!" "You’re better than your mommy, you slut!! Layla, ugh! Daddy's cumming already!” "Daddy!”

It was raunchier than the books I have had access to and this one specifically had something called the daddy kink, I knew I shouldn't be reading this and most especially not now of all times but my curiosity got the better of me and here I was laying on the floor with a blanket over me and a flashlight reading the most brazen of kiss scenes I have ever read and she called him daddy. I had swallowed at that part, there was something about calling someone that title especially if it was a hot older man but my hot older man didn't want me anymore and I was stuck here with someone that whispered you shall call me papa tonight while I deal with that sweet hole of yours. And yes, those were his e

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the rest, I soon learned that Lucifer does not give up that easily. In the flesh, proud and supremely intimidating, my father is the most tenacious, relentless man. When he wants something, he gets it in the very end, despite every variable. Even thoughts of him refuse to yield and revert to insignificance to my mind. Sometimes my mind is my biggest enemy. I fail to understand how my eyes have bounced from word to word describing vividly a domineering hunk of a man devouring a woman's wet sex and servicing her femininity with a masterful tongue- and still my mind is not distracted from replaying that diabolical smirk t

He dials Diane contact hastily ,he was sure that bastard in her womb doesn't belong to him . She picked up at the first ring . “ Hi babe ” Diane melodious voice boomed over the phone, she was overly excited to hear his not too husky voice over the phone . “ Firstly, I am not in any way your baby get that fucking shit into to your skull .” Luther spoke coldly over the phone “ Why are you suddenly cold towards me all because of a random text ? ” Diane inquires hissing loudly over the phone “ you are not meant to be pregnant .I am not responsible for that thing in your stomach .” Luther denies Diane acclaimed pregnancy , she chuckles in hearing that