Daddy's Desire Images Novels & Stories

It's… surreal. The things daddy's cock wants to do to you. I want to hate fuck your insides until they come out of your mouth. Will you even survive me fucking you once with how much daddy's dick wants to saw you in half?

I moan, the words slipping out of habit. He stops, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, his gaze dark and feral. “I’m sorry, I just got—” “You can beg better,” he growls. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want.” Daddy? Oh God, that demand goes straight to my clit, making my pussy clench around nothing. “I want your cock, Daddy,” I sob. “I want you to stretch me open and ruin me with your huge cock, I want you to fuck me.”

I hope I look sexy. He chuckles. “I could fuck you for hours and cum all night. But I shouldn’t.” This is not how I imagined my first time would end on those hot nights when I fingered my pussy to thoughts of Daddy losing control. “Oh my god,” I stammer. “You’re thinking about that stupid doctor, aren’t you?” Daddy eyes my breasts hungrily. He can’t hide his desire, but he steps away and runs a hand through his hair. “Another time,” he says.

“I see it in your eyes, bellissima. I see the way you look at me. You want something you know I’m very much capable of giving to you. You want a daddy and I can be your mafia daddy.” He told me and my whole system rearranged. He knew my darkest desires! I grew up with Daddy issues, wanting a man to care for and protect me. A man to provide for me, never letting me worry about anything in the world. A man to pamper me and give me endless orgasms. I wanted a father and a lover in one man. I wanted a Daddy.

Daddy wanted me. Taking hold of the covers on top of me, I slowly pulled one hand from left to right, peeling back the cloth armor that had hidden my body from view. When I revealed a very willing twenty-one-year-old daughter lying completely naked in my bed, my dad's nostrils began to flare. His eyes slid over my body, devouring me with their intensity. His heated gaze made me shiver with desire. God he knew how to show a girl he wanted her. My pussy was already dripping. "You seriously want to do this?" he asked, sounding strained.

A moan escaped my lips. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the fantasy. “Yes, Daddy.” My body reacted to every thought of him. “Fuck me harder.” My fingers tightened around the bedsheet. “Make me cum.” “Ahh… fuck.” I arched my back, completely consumed by the fantasy. “Daddy… fuck.” I imagined Damien taking control of me, imagined his strength, his voice, the way he would look at me while knowing exactly what he was doing to me. “Ouu… Daddy.”

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

She quickly put the toothbrush and cup into the cart. A few minutes later. "Mister Daddy, can I buy this yellow ducky towel?" "No, put it back!" "Please!" "Only this time! There will be no next time!" "Yay! You're the best!" "Mister Daddy, can I buy this pair of Starry Lou sandals?" "No! Put them down!" "Please, pretty please!" "Only this time…" "Mister Daddy, can I buy a bouquet of flowers?" "No…" "Please!"

Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind off the images that kept replaying on loop: Eve’s back arched off the mattress like a bowstring, thighs trembling around my ears, her cunt clenching and gushing while she screamed my name and I pumped every drop deep into my father’s widow. My father’s widow. The phrase sat in my gut like battery acid, corroding everything. By dusk I was back in my room, lights off, sprawled on the bed in nothing but boxers, trying to jerk off to p**n on my phone — anything faceless, anything safe. My cock stayed half-hard, uninterested, because every time I closed my eyes it was Eve again: her swollen lips stretched around me, her ass red from my palm, the way she’

I leaned in and kissed him again, this time moving my lips and kissing him for longer than ten seconds, before fear finally incited me to pull away. My lips hovered above his, two inches away from meeting because I was tempted to kiss him again, but I refrained- and trust me, it took all in me to deny myself a third kiss. I was far from satisfied, I had only made myself more horny and desperate. "Daddy, your lips felt so good," I whispered, my voice barely audible and I deliberately winded myself up even more, "I wish you could touch me, I want you to kiss me so bad, fuck! What have you done to me? I wish I could think of you as only a father to me, I do not want to hurt mom, but you make me