Daddy Please Novels & Stories

And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa. “Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself. A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited. Dad walked in and I tensed. He hadn’t been here since the second day when he laid his house rules. “What do you want?” I asked, with something of a frown. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dialled a number and placed his phone on his ear. “Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” he said. “I need a favour.”

Patrick gasped. “Breathe,” he said. The grey haired man savored the pleasure that contorted on Patrick’s face as he slipped everything in. Patrick felt full, more than he had ever been. “Shhh.” He slaps his thighs, snapping Patrick out of his thoughts. “Try not to scream?” He pulled the dildo out slightly and inserted it in again. “Fuck!.” Patrick shook beneath him. “Breathe for me.” He pressed a button and the dildo began to vibrate in his ass.

“There’s a restraining order. You’re violating it.” “I’m not here to cause trouble,” I said, rising to my full height. “I just wanted to spend time with them. They’re my….” “Your what?” Darius stepped forward, placing himself squarely between me and the children. “You lost any claim the day you threw Priscilla out while she was pregnant. These kids don’t need your expensive toys. A real dad doesn’t show up five years later with gifts to buy affection. A real dad is there when they’re sick, feeding them soup like I’ve done. A real dad doesn’t choose another woman over their mother.”

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

“Beg me to let you come.” “Please,” I cried, my body shaking, my need climbing up to my head, resetting my brain. It was overwhelming. “Let me come. I need to—” “Say it,” he snapped, his grip tightening on my hips. “Say you’re mine.” “Yours!” I screamed, too pressured within my internal walls to say anything else. “Yours, Daddy. Please—” He released me, his thrusts pushing in with more force, his growl vibrating through me. “Come for your Daddy,” he ordered, his voice on the point of breaking. “Now.”

Emma looked up, staring directly into those dark eyes with a dazed yet highly provocative, sexy gaze. "Oh... is Daddy sure he doesn't want to play a fantasy with me?" Emma whispered right in front of Lucas's face. The tone of her voice was deliberately made low, husky, and deeply seductive. The word "Daddy" that slipped so sexily and boldly from Emma's luscious lips instantly hit Lucas's eardrums. For the first time in over a decade, the mature man's iron defense was violently jolted. Lucas's ears suddenly turned red, and gradually, a faint flush spread up his stern face due to a biological surge that suddenly erupted inside his chest. To be honest, his mature desire was intensely aroused by

"You're being such a good girl for Daddy, baby. Daddy's sorry he has to... ah! That I have to fuck you so hard. Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good!" "Fuck... fuck.... tell me... oh God... tell me you love me, Daddy." "I do love you, angel, more than anything." "OH FUCK DADDY, I'M GOING TO CUM!" "Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for Daddy!"

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

Daddy pleasurably fingered my ass as he stroked my dick. "Who is your Daddy?" He spat at my body. "Dominick Storm," "Shout thy name of your father!" I felt like I will pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. "Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Please, Daddy, let me cum!!" I shouted on top of my lungs not minding the people who can hear us. My toes curled up as my vision became blurry. "Cum for thy Father, Baby," I hollered as my seed squirted. "Ngaaaaaaahhhh!!!" "Thank you, Daddy"