Daddy No Daddy Yes Novels & Stories

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, daddy. I love the way your cock is filling my cunt. I love the way you drill me, Daddy. Ahh, fuck~!” “Oh, Daddy, it feels too freaking good. Please, fuck my slutty cunt! Please, don’t stop, Daddy. Fuck me~! Punish the hell out of me~! Oh, fuck yes-s-s-s!!” “You like being punished?” he questioned me, not reducing his slamming pace the slightest, the wonderful clapping sounds gaining some more volume with each thrust. “Hmmn, yes, daddy. Please, faster!” I nodded frenziedly, feeling super greedy and horny.

He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation." Daniel forcefully pushed his father out of the room and, with an angry finger pointed at him, declared, "Daddy is a bad guy." With that, the little boy slammed the door shut. Once the door was closed, Daniel climbed onto the bed, panting. He sighed and curled up in the quilt, his small body heaving from exertion. All he wanted was his mommy. People often praised his daddy, but he couldn't find his mommy anywhere. He wasn't even allowed to mention her.

So I swallow hard and try to construct a sentence before his aggression escalates. "Yes daddy", I say and I watch him soften. That did something to pacify him. By just a little though, his facials ease, but his rod that's poking my entrance mercilessly and threatening to go in without remorse is still very hard. "Good girl, I'll give you your answer in a sec", he says as he goes all in. I was expecting that, but I still can't hold my scream back as I remove the hands I was asked to lay on and raise my shoulders so I can push him back.

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

“You want Daddy’s dick? You want Daddy to fuck you?” “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “But that’s not on today’s schedule.” He smirked, then rubbed the head of his cock against my dripping entrance. I cried out, tears slipping from the overwhelming pleasure. “You like that?” “Please don’t stop, Daddy.” He rubbed again, slower this time. My hips pushed to meet him. “Let me get a condom, baby.” I shook my head frantically. “Please, Daddy. Don’t go.” “But, baby—”

"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.

She looked up, blinking it away. 'Heyo mummy! Why don't I have a daddy?' Jade's mind took a gloomy turn as she shut her eyes, tightening her hold on the phone. She took in saliva, clearing her throat. 'Hello my beautiful baby. Daddy? Who says you don't have one?' 'Tom, he says it's because I'm bad, is it true?'

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

Still hard after fucking me so hard and making me cum multiple times. "What do you say to daddy for making you cum?" He asked, his hand reaching for my back and caressing my back and reaching for my cuffed hands. "Thank you... Thank you daddy" I whimpered, the tears rolling down my eyes. Daddy leaned in and kissed my tears. "You are so fucking sexy. Whimpering and shedding tears from cumming" his deep voice caressed my ears. "You... You are still hard, daddy" I pointed out, sniffing back my tears and looking at his hard cock.

“I beg you.” “You aren’t begging yet. Trust me. But you will. When I’m done with you, you will be begging for more. You will beg for my cock to be inside of you. You will plead with those tears in your eyes for my tongue to go lower and deeper. You will beg, dirty girl. Trust me. You will beg.” He pressed the knife a little harder against my mound. “Now say it. Say yes, Daddy.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “Say it louder.” The knife went even lower, rubbing my clit with the burn of seduction on its descent.