Daddy's Coming Home Novels & Stories

I wanted Daddy. Then BOOM! The wall shook. The lights flashed. The air smelled like a storm. I heard it. The heart I know. Strong. Safe. Daddy. The men turned their heads. And there through the smoke, he came. “Daddy!” I screamed, louder than ever. “Daddy!” I screamed. My voice cracked. My throat hurt. But he heard me. He came like thunder. Like the storm. His eyes were fire. His teeth were sharp. His body was big, bigger than the men in white coats.

“No more teasing other boys. No more bratting unless it’s for Daddy. Understand?” She nodded sleepily against his chest. “Yes, Daddy.” He stroked her hair gently. “Good girl.” But just as they were catching their breath, Logan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached over and read the message. His body tensed. “Fuck,” he muttered. “What is it?” Ava asked, lifting her head. “Your dad. He’s coming home early. Landing tomorrow morning.” Logan looked down at her — eyes still dark with hunger and possession. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.

I’m glad Mommy will be gone for a few days so that I can be alone with Daddy, and he can do whatever he wants with me. After a while, I heard the hum of the car, and I wanted to jump for joy, but I stayed on the bed and waited for him. I turned to the door when it opened, and Daddy entered, taking off his polo shirt. He stopped when he saw me, and I smiled sweetly at him. “Welcome home, Daddy,” I whispered to him. He slowly approached me while he removed his shoes and clothes. He was completely naked, and his hard c*ck was erect when he got close to me.

Dad. I sit up, leaning back against the headboard, pulling the blanket with me. Lucas shifts with me without complaint. He slides down until his head rests in my lap, his arm still wrapped around my waist. His thumb presses lightly into my side, running soft circles against my skin from where my shirt has slightly ridden up. I answer the call. “Hi, Dad.” His voice comes through clear and familiar. Calm. To the point. No wasted words. “I need you to come home tomorrow,” he says. “Not the day after.”

"Come on. Let's get something cold before your brain explodes." I followed her, but my chest tightened. Because even now my mind wasn't on slushies or small talk. It was on him. And I knew the moment I got home... things were about to get even more complicated. Because my father was coming back. I got back home just a few minutes past seven. I stepped on the front door varenda with my phone positioned between my ears and shoulder. "Hey, sweetheart. Just landed." Came my Dad’s voice. "Already?"

There was no wreckage that could be greater than it. Right there on the television, was my childhood home, the house I had just been in earlier today, live, helicopters hovering around it, police vans and cars surrounding the property like some drug lord was hiding in it and they had come to put him down. But it was my dad. My own father. He was the one. It was live. Live. My heart sank as I watched with a dropped jaw. My chest tightened. He stressed them out but eventually, after a couple of minutes, the man was eventually escorted out, and when my eyes fell on him, sharp tears began to escape them.

I rode him faster grinding my clit every time I came down. "Ride Daddy's cock just like that," he said gripping my hips tight. "Bounce on it you brat. Show me how much you need it." "Yes Daddy I need your big dick so much," I moaned loud. "It feels so deep inside me. I am going to come again."

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

"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.

She said and Miller nodded, as he got up. "Let's go." He hit his stick on the ground, clearing his throat as he walked outside. **** "I can't believe we are finally packing into daddy's house." Jade said with a large smile on her face and Eugene looked at her, chuckling lightly. "Would we see him today?" Jace asked. "Yes. We haven't seen daddy in two months now." Jade pouted her lips sadly and Eugene sighed. "You would see daddy today. He's coming home." Eugene said and the kids jumped up, laughing loudly, making the house resound with pure joy and gladness.