Daddy's Desire Images Novels & Stories

And I never looked back. I remembered the next day Storm blowed up my phone and continuously coming to the house to come see me. I broke out of my thoughts as Linda came in sighing heavily. "What happened?" I asked her. I stood up and smoothed down my bodycon form fitting cream dress. "Dad and I had a long talk. And he accepted that I should follow my dreams and that he'll always support me. We finally had a father daughter bonding time and his stupid girlfriend had to interrupt," she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch.

A valet strides over in his black and white uniform and slips a phone into Calum's hand. Halo Noel: I think my father wants grandchildren. He chuckles and Calum shrugs knowingly. Calum Beauchamp: Then maybe you should give that to him. Halo doesn't answer, but he smiles. Not in assurance, but uncertainty according to the next chapter of his life. Halo Noel:

Without hesitation, Noah took him into his mouth, hot and wet, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he sucked. “Fuck— Noah—” Ethan’s hands flew to Noah’s hair, hips bucking involuntarily. The sight of Noah’s lips stretched around him, dark eyes locked on his, was almost too much. Noah hummed around him, taking him deeper until the head hit the back of his throat, then pulled off with a wet pop. “Not yet,” Noah rasped, voice wrecked. “I want to be inside you. Been dreaming about it.” Ethan nodded frantically, spreading his legs. “Yes. God, yes. I want that. Want you.”

Her skin was flushed, her eyes veiled with desire, and the caption beneath the photo read: This could be you holding these right now, Daddy. My breath tethered, my hand trembling as I scrolled to the next message. Another picture. Her thighs spread, her fingers between her legs, glistening with wetness. The caption: Zoom in, Daddy, and you’ll see how dripping wet my cookie is for you. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, and I clenched my jaw, trying to regain control. But the more I stared at the pictures, the more my resolve crumbled. All I wanted was to bury my face between her thighs, to feel her wetness against my tongue, to hear her moan my name.

I groaned, picturing what her ass would look like all red and pretty. "I want you squirming and squirting on my cock, Sunshine. I want to fuck your mouth so hard that you feel me for days..." I looked at the framed picture and grunted in pleasure. Jerking off to her picture was sick but this was what she had made of me. I was sick and fucked up for her. "Daddy wants to fuck you.... Bang you so bad... So fucking bad!" I moaned, throwing my head back for a second as I came, directing my cum on the framed picture in front of me.

Daddy’s softening cock jerks as he groans. The taste is salty and bitter, but when I look up to find his eyes burning with desire, I realize that I would do anything to please Daddy. I want him to want me. Even something that might not turn me on with someone else is so hot as long as it makes Daddy hot for me. “This weekend,” Daddy growls. “You’re mine.”

The word daddy was enough to shock him, to make him submit himself all to me, to make him tremble in my hand and look at me with bloodshot eyes that scream how much he wants me bent over while he fucks me like crazy! Curling my lips with my eyes brow raised, I stick out my tongue to lick my dry lips making it more plump which added to my glow. “You’re so beautiful, Kiera. And…” He pauses, making me a bit nervous for whatever he is about to say. “…I want to make you scream “Daddy” as I fuck you today.” Darm! That's it! All I need are these words to make me wet, to make my pussy throb and curl in want.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

I want my daddy to want me. My eighteenth birthday wish was for my daddy to fuck me senseless. I want my daddy to focus his attention on me and avoid all other women. Fuck! Thoughts about my daddy always sent shivers of need down my pussy. I want nothing but for him to suckle my nipples, every day. I want his dick to tease my clit. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure and him mine. I want my daddy to be mine and me his. I know it won’t be an easy feat because

My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing. "Not too loud honey, we don't want mommy finding out what kind of slut her precious baby is. Do we"?. dad whispers. Dad is right about that, am a slut. I've fantasize alot about him, wondering what lays beneath his thighs. I've thought about what fucking him would be like . I've longed to be under his mercy while he fuck me senseless .