Daddy Literotica Novels & Stories

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

“I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours” I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel. “You can’t touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick…” I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features. A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb.

That was all the invitation Daddy needed. He guided the head of his cock forward, smearing the slick pre-cum over Leo’s lower lip like a brand. The taste was electric salty, slightly bitter, and utterly intoxicating. Leo’s tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the fluid, and a low groan rumbled in Daddy’s chest. "That's it," Daddy praised, his voice a husky whisper. "Such an eager boy. Now, take it."

he suddenly asked. Phoenix almost spilled the alcohol out of his mouth. Daniel chuckled. “I’m too old, boy. I can tell if a man was obsessed with a woman with just one look.” Obsessed? He’s obsessed with that stripper? Not a chance. Nic wanted to laugh. That’s ridiculous. He doesn’t even know that woman! “No, Dad. You’re mistaken. There is no woman. It’s just work, I swear.” He winced. “And now you sounded defensive.” Daniel let out a chuckle.

I slapped a hand over my own mouth to muffle the whimper. “That’s it,” he praised, voice barely above a whisper. “Take it quietly. Show Daddy how good you can be.” The word *Daddy* hit like a spark to dry tinder. My walls fluttered around his fingers. He pumped them faster, thumb pressing my clit in tight circles. The railing dug into my ass, the wind whipping my hair, the sheer drop behind me making every sensation sharper. Riskier. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into tattooed skin. His muscles flexed under my grip. Solid. Safe. Dangerous.

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

"He's back now and he is going to be here for you for all of you, he wants to be your daddy very much." A huge smile spread across Sophia's face as she jumped to her feet. "I'm going to have a Daddy!" she yelled jumping up and down. "A real one. Now Jessica and Lily at school can't say anything! They always say I don't have a dad and I have to make one up for stories but I have a real one! He's tall and he helps with homework!" Her joy was so pure so loud. It filled the whole room. Isabella allowed a small smile. "It will be... interesting to have a daddy," she said in her formal way. "There is much he will need to learn about books to get on my side”

I bottomed out on him. "Daddy!" I whimpered. "Lord," he groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. "Please, please, deliver me from this evil." "Nope," I said. "You're going to have to enjoy your daughter's evil pussy riding you until you cum in me. I want to have a creampie!" "You could get pregnant," he panted as I slid up his dick, savoring his girth. He was almost as big as Mr. Miller. * * * No one is as big as my daddy's cock. No one.

I never imagined I would be so turned on by the sight of someone spitting on my dick, but I lean over and grab a fistful of his hair. “I absolutely love that, daddy.” my voice is thick with lust and want, he hears it, he likes it. “What do you love little Alec?” I groan, his gravelly voice does something unexplainable to me, my stomach tightens, my dick throbs painfully. “I won’t touch you unless you tell me.” Another groan slips through, before I am able to form words, “I love when you spit on my dick like that, I love when you hold me like that.”

"I hope that one day, you'll proudly say I'm your mate." "I love you, Daddy. I'll grow up exactly how you want me to." The whole place fell dead silent, and my face went pale in an instant. Those things... I had torn them up long ago. Why were they here now? Everyone in the werewolf pack seemed stunned, and the whispers around me grew louder and clearer. "Layson has already chosen his future Luna Queen, but she still clings to him. How shameless." "She brought out these love letters at Grace's birthday party. Is she trying to provoke her?"