Daddy's Babygirl Novels & Stories

She shudders. "Daddy," she breathes and attempts to push my hand away. It's too late, baby girl. Daddy already felt how wet you are, so there's no going back. I slip three of my fingers past her entrance, stretching her out. She gasps as I did that without any warning. She grips my wrist tightly. I thrust my fingers, in and out. "Mmmm, you're so wet for Daddy, my horny little girl," I murmur in her ear. "Tell me when you're

“You dirty, naughty girl, you like the way daddy is playing with your hard clit.” “Mmmm,” she moaned through another mini orgasm. “That feels so good, right?” He pushed his cock back inside her, pushing to the hilt. “God, yes,” she let out a purring sound. “Sweetie.” “That is it, baby girl,” he chuckled. “So tight and so wet for daddy's cock.” Happiness surged through his chest. He now had his real baby girl to play with. “I'm going to fuck you hard now, baby girl,” he said as he grinded into her core deeper. “I'm going to fuck you my style,” he pounded harder into her.

My Baby "Daddy!" Lorrich runs towards his father on his chubby baby feet and throws himself confidently in his arms. Andre cleverly catches him and places him over his head so that he sits comfortably on his shoulders. “Come and see what mommy made. She repainted my whole room so beautiful,” he tells his father in his baby language, wobbling to encourage Andre to walk faster in the house. He's impatient to show him how nice his room has turned out after Loraine's total makeover.

His hand left my throat and gripped my hips with both hands as he slammed into me faster, rougher. “Fuck — Daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby girl,” he groaned. “Gonna pump this tight little pussy full of cum.” “Please, Daddy! Cum inside me!” I begged, still trembling from my orgasm. “Fill your baby girl up… breed me… please!” With a deep, guttural groan, Daddy buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into my pussy, pulse after pulse filling me until it started leaking out around his cock and dripping down my thighs in messy streams.

Wylder asked when he sensed her thinking about something hard. "I’m not a princess." She snapped. "I heard Uncle calling you Princess." "That’s because he is my dad. And only he is allowed to call me that word. Because you’re not my daddy." She hissed and finally sighed in relief, watching him walk towards her room. "Your daddy?" Wylder asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "I don’t mind becoming your daddy, Babygirl." He said it with a smirk. Tiara bit her inner cheek for not smiling at his words. "Say something, Princess! Do you accept me as your daddy, huh?" Tiara tried not to smile but ended up smiling and nodding her head.

My father nodded in agreement. Sasha’s father let out a low groan, rubbing his temples as if he could physically push back the headache we were giving him. “I spoiled my daughter,” he muttered. “After giving her everything, this is how I am being repaid?” Sasha didn't flinch. She took a step towards her father, her obsidian eyes flashing with a sharp light. “Tell me something, father,” she challenged. “How did you feel when you first realized that the Goddess had chosen Mother as your mate regardless of her title?”

Gradually, the crying subsided, and the baby's sobs turned into soft whimpers as she finally calmed down. Trent was still cradling the baby in his arms, a five-year-old girl rushed into the room, her curly hair bouncing with each step. She hugged Trent around his legs and said, "Daddy!" Trent crouched down to her level, still holding the baby in his arms. He ruffled her hair and kissed her forehead, asking, "My darling. How was school today?" The girl beamed up at him and said, "It was good! We did finger painting and I made a picture of a flower!"

But Jade’s mind was reeling. Da—? It was the first time Harper had made any sound close to a real word. And it wasn't 'Ma' or 'Mama.' It was 'Da.? And she had pointed it straight at the exact man. “Just babbling,” Jade muttered to herself, but the word felt thin and unconvincing. Harper was almost a year old. And Babies often said mama before Dada… But Harper’s own was different and the timing, the pointer finger, Jace’s reaction… it was a cruel, perfectly timed coincidence.

"Cuddle up with Daddy now and let's get some sleep." "Okay. I'll be a good girl." "You always are, babydoll." Angel purred in response and snuggled up close to her naked father. He began to drift off to the feeling of her tracing patterns on his chest with the tip of her finger. He could feel the best night's sleep he'd had in years coming on, and then the girl whispered one more time. "Daddy? My pussy's on fire now." V

she moaned, long and deep, as my tongue tended to her sweet tenderness. I stayed the course, gently holding her still as I went a little harder and faster, bringing her right to the edge again before denying her. “Please, daddy,” she pleaded, sounding like she might cry. “Have you been a good girl?” I asked. “Yes, daddy,” she said. “Are you sure you deserve it?” “Yes, please, I need it daddy.” “Do you promise to be a good girl?” “Yes daddy, I’ll be so good.” “Alright then.”