Daddy Literotica Novels & Stories

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

I think I might love my daddy. "Daddy," I say softly. Daddy looks down at me. Daddy is so big and so strong. "Yes, my little love," he says. "Can I stay here with you forever?" I ask. Daddy kisses me on the forehead. "Yes, my sweet little. You can stay here with me forever," he says. "The wolves won't hurt me, will they, daddy?" I ask. "No, my sweet little. Your daddy is one of the biggest wolves in this pack. No one with ever hurt my little," he says.

He was always making my eyes white and dripping my saliva because Daddy Damon was delicious as he fucked my entrance. It wasn't long before Daddy was done getting dressed. I waited downstairs because maybe if I was waiting for him upstairs, my pussy might be ruined and wet again. Daddy has come down. He was really handsome to look at. Dapper. He is a blessing to me in the sky. Not to be flirty but look at Daddy Damon's appearance. Handsome, beefy. And the other thing I adore to him is the beautiful fit on his beard, tanned skin, many tattoos that made him exceedingly attractive. Let's not forget the giant snake hiding in his boxer. It spews out white venom that I also swallow occasionally. "

Daddy stirred behind me, his large hand sliding possessively over my breast before moving down between my legs. “Morning, babygirl,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “How does my little toy feel today?” “Sore… but happy, Daddy,” I whispered, pressing back against him. He chuckled softly and pushed two fingers inside my pussy, slowly pumping them. “Still full of Daddy’s cum. Good. I like knowing you’re carrying me inside you all day.” He removed his fingers and brought them to my lips. I obediently sucked them clean, tasting both of us.

It spills everywhere, my words turning to a language even more foreign than whatever he’s speaking right now. He fucks me through my orgasm, until I’m a boneless rag doll. And when he paints me with his hot come, a small murmur of, “Thank you for coming, daddy.”

I breathed and puts my hands on his shoulder. He rasped, as he pushed it in more slowly, allowing the sting to come at once. It feels like a fire warning my body in a way I had never imagined. “Mhnmn.. Daddy..I love your dick,” I’m surprised this is coming from me. As his mouth sucked on my ears. This feels euphoric, unbelievable. “Good, uhm,” Nickolai moaned. “It’s…a very… good dick.” I struggled. He’s barely halfway in my ass and I feel like I could come at anytime.

“So wet so tight taking daddy’s cock like a perfect slut. You love this don’t you? Getting fucked raw in a dirty garage.” “Yes daddy—love it—fuck me—own me—” He spanked my ass hard while he bounced me faster. “Come again baby. Come all over daddy’s dick one more time. Milk my dick.” I came screaming his name pussy clamping down pulsing squirting hard soaking us both. My legs shook violently around his waist nails raking down his back. He groaned loud thrusts turning sloppy erratic. “Gonna fill you up princess,” he rasped. “Gonna pump this pussy full again.”

“This is how I feel every time you look at me like that, baby girl.” The fear of taking his dick into my mouth was written all over my eyes, and it sent pleasure down his body. But then, just looking at him had my pussy soaked through my pants. His hands moved to the back of my head, guiding me closer. I’d read about this in books, but I had no idea how to actually start, and he could see the hesitation in my eyes. “So sweet for daddy,” he pouted, gripping his own member. “Hold onto it like this and start to stroke. Then you take it all in.”

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.