Daddy Literotica Novels & Stories

Daddy missed you already. The pretty boy feels like the temperature is rising to his head. Dylan swiftly finished his food and went to the soft bed. He sent a cute picture to his daddy via iMessage. Luke, on the other hand, picked up his phone, and his tiring day is enlightened. A moment later, Luke sent something too. It is a pile of workloads, and he is pouting in the image. Dylan blushed—rolling on the bed. His daddy is so handsome and charming… his lips are such an alluring part.

Just the way he likes it. She had been so sure that she would fuck tonight. She reminds him of the woman that sired him about three hundred years earlier. New York wasn’t filled with automobiles then; flaming torches still powered the lights of the clubs. Every time he fucks, Lucas remembers how horny he had been that night. Like every worker, he had dragged himself to the bar; his pocket was filled with coins for some ale and a moment of pleasure with a nice girl.

He stopped behind me and cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing hard. “This is beautiful, I can't lie,” he murmured. “This would be a perfect fucking body for Daddy to ruin, am I wrong?.” My breath caught in my chest. That word again — Daddy — made my clit pulse. He walked over to the table and dropped a thick stack of papers on it. “Read it first then sign on every page.”

“And why on earth am I not the right man?” “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!” I scream, my voice echoing around us. “You’re a horrible fit because I love you. I’ve been in love with you since you saved me from the rain that day. Now do you get it? We can’t be family because that would mean that I’ve always been in love with my own dad.”

“Boring as hell, sweetheart, but thinking of coming home to this, your tight little body in lace, serving me like my personal whore, got me through it. What about you? Been touching that needy pussy all day, dreaming of daddy's thick cock stretching you?" His words made her squirm, her thighs pressing together as she nodded, feeding him a roll-up of chicken and roasted red pepper, the smoky flavors exploding. “Only for you, daddy. I baked the cake too, but that's later. Eat up, you'll need your strength to punish your kitten for being so bold tonight."

Now all she felt looking at her daddy was dread… and unholy, unquenchable lust. “Oh, Jess Jess. Daddy's sweet, little forgetful whore,” he taunted her, thrusting up sharply to punctuate his words. “After every fucking fight with that limp dicked Robert, you show up here crying, begging daddy to fuck the hurt away. Just like you did mere seconds ago. And I always do, don't I? I pound that tight cunt until you forget his name.” Jessica's heart hammered wildly, her daddy's gaze fierce and predatory as he stared into her soul.

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

Come again," he commands, and I shatter, squirting all over his mouth as he laps it up like he's starving.'" The words hung in the air, explicit and raw, my most private cravings laid bare for mockery. Laughter roared around me, faces twisting in glee at my expense. "Holy shit, Jess, you wrote that? About Darian?" Brittany howled, clutching her sides. Taylor fanned herself, pretending to swoon. "And it keeps going! 'He stands over me, stroking his cock, making me watch as he edges himself. Then he grabs my wrists, pins them above my head, and thrusts back inside, slow and torturous this time, grinding against my clit with every stroke. "You're mine now," he says, his voice rough with possess

She flicked her tongue around the tip, then slowly pressed his dick against her cheek, smearing the warmth and his pre-cum along her jawline. “Fuck, Chloe.” His voice was strangled, almost pleading, and it only made her want to make him beg harder. She looked up at him, “I want you to cum in my mouth Daddy,” she said, and without warning, took him fully back into her mouth, swallowing until her nose was crushed against his stomach. His body shook so violently she thought he might collapse, but she didn't stop. Neither would he let her. She choked when he hit the back of her throat, her hands holding onto his hips to steady herself as he jerked in her mouth.

As requested: Assignment: Write a one-page, personal entry on the influence of literature on your imagination. Literature has fueled my imagination from a very young age. My earliest memory is of sitting on my daddy’s knee when I was a little girl, while he read me a bedtime story. He passed on his love of great literature, and I have fond memories of the imaginative worlds we shared: from Narnia and Middle Earth to the prairie of early America and later, battles that forged our nation. He never shielded me from the heartache in the pages of those books but used them as a tool to teach me about life, history, hopes, and dreams.