Daddy's Desire Images Novels & Stories

I looked over my shoulder at him, my voice coming out needy and desperate. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged. “I need your cock so bad. I need you inside me right now.” Dante’s eyes darkened even more as he stared at me. His hand slid over my ass, squeezing one cheek before he let go. He stepped closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine. “With pleasure, baby girl,” he growled. “You want Daddy’s cock stretching this pretty pussy? You’re gonna take every inch like the good girl you are.”

"Missed you, baby girl. Lectures keeping you from Daddy too long?" I'd crossed the room in a daze, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the steady thump of his heart. "Missed you more, Daddy. All day thinking about your cock—how it feels stretching me, owning me." He'd groaned then, hands gripping my ass, lifting me effortlessly onto the desk, papers scattering like fallen leaves. "Show me how much you missed it." His fingers had hiked up my skirt, finding me bare and dripping, two thick digits plunging in without mercy, curling to hit that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. "Fuck, so wet already. This pussy's always ready for Daddy's big dick, isn't it?"

To the way his fingers moved across the pages. To the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. God. My imagination betrayed me instantly of him spanking my butt so hard that all I would be hearing is the echo of my moan filling the room. “Who’s Daddy’s fucking pet?” He voiced out while his nails crept deep into my skin. “Ah… Daddy, just you and only you. This feels so damn good.” While he kept spanking me harder “Please.. don’t stop daddy. Harder.” “Miss Anna?”

“Do you want to taste me, Daddy?” The hungry, glazed look in his eyes was all the answer I needed. He lifted me onto his desk, scattering papers, and pushed my thighs apart. “I dream about this,” he admitted hoarsely, staring at my hard cock and the tight hole below it. “I’ve wanted to touch you, taste you… since the moment I saw you. I tried to fight it.”

“I want to ride you, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me and have you make me moan and scream with pleasure.” “God…” he growled through gritted teeth. He was hard and aching. Desire imprisoned them both. “Yes, I want you to do it, baby.” And it was too much. He kissed her hungrily. With passion and burning desire. His fantasy was becoming reality, and this was only the beginning…

Our desire might be fucked up, but it is mutual. Daddy comes inside my pussy, as he has done each and every time we’ve been together. No protection. I feel him wrap his arms around me and hold me tight, his teeth grazing the back of my neck as he holds his thick cock inside me, pumping the final spurts of seed inside my well fucked hole.

she said, but before she could complete her sentence Tessa was already out of the office. She walked into the parking lot of the hospital texting Henry. "Why do you want a divorce?" She sent the text as she opened the door of her car and hopped in. Henry had been craving for an heir and she suspected that might be why he was suddenly demanding a divorce but she was going to shock him with her pregnancy. He had turned down all his mother's suggestions in finding a woman to replace her. Due to this, she hated her with passion. But now he needs a divorce? Just when she was pregnant with him.

Uncle said sensually to me as if he's compelling me to just go on with the flow and before I knew it we were now inside my dad's room. Fuck! Dad's gonna burn me in hell for this. "Look at your father, he's only wearing a tight and thin boxer brief." Uncle suddenly said and I don't know what got into me but I felt a rush of lust and excitement in my body as I quickly looked into the bed where dad is peacefully sleeping, he's only wearing a boxer brief and his hands were caressing his bulge, I think dad is having wet dreams right now. I know that at this point I should have to be bothered because fucking shit, my daddy is lying on the bed almost naked and I don't know why I'm getting a hard-on

He reaches now with his other hand, and circles my clit with his thumb. I squeeze my eyes shut, my back arching. “Ah!” “So needy. Such a slut. A needy, wanton whore, desperate for my dick. Tell me how bad you want it.” “I want it. Oh, I want it so bad. Please, Daddy… Please give me your dick.” “You want Daddy to fuck you good?” “Yes… Yes!” “You want Daddy to make you scream?” “Oh, please!” “Then fucking brace yourself.” I reach behind me and grab my pillow with tight fists.

“Before we do this, I want you to tell me you agreed to avoid awkwardness.” He was right; that was the phrase I told him when we began chatting after we were matched. “Ye…yes.” His lips covered mine immediately. It was the speed of two opposite magnet poles. Why had he asked such questions when he was this hungry for me? Excitement washed over my body. Frank, my husband, desired me, but this was another level. This was the desire an addict had for a fix. It was a get-fixed or die without it. My hands rose to his sides. Trembling hands resting on rock-hard muscle. His hands cradled my face. His hardness burned through the material separating our skins. I could feel it throb, rising and fallin