Daddy's Desire Images Novels & Stories

It was hotter than fire. "Yes, Mr. Carter." He spanked my ass once more making a low gasp to leave my lips. "I am not Mr. Carter, neither am I your stepfather. I am your Daddy. Your Daddy, your professor." "Yes, Daddy." I felt his cock teased my ass. "Repeat what I said." I nodded my head grinding my hips over his cock. "You're my Daddy, My professor." "Good. Now tell me what you want?" He requested spurning me around to face him. My chest rises and falls with strong desire. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

he muttered as he glided his hips beneath his briefs, he pulled out his cock, it stood erect and hard cautiously as he put his fingers across it with his eye pinned against my already wet clit and pussy. "Will you fuck me Daddy?." I asked lost in the pleasure as I increased my pace, I threw my head towards the back constantly as I kept rolling my eyes against my head, I've never felt such intense pleasure, "ahhh" he groaned as he jerked off on his cock, his dick twitched the more as he ran his hand over it at first and held it in a circular motion, throbbed it downward again he cap, he also picked up his pace, flung his legs wide apart and closed his eyes shut ss he jerked even faster, I hav

"We can't seem to meet his freaking expectations." We had gone through our work meticulously, double-checking every detail, and it was flawless. Everything was fine, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy Isaac. "If he weren't so handsome, I would have dropped this project already," Danna continued with a hint of playfulness in her voice. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Danna always had an eye for good-looking men. Even in the short time we've spent together, it was easy to see her preferences because she openly talked about them. Handsome and visually appealing. Has a muscular physique. Intelligent. Rich.

“ Dad, I can not and will not do that . You breached that aspect of me so why should I do that now all because of your wife ?. She is a devil . She hates me and wants everything for her daughter , do you pretend not to see that too ? ” Isabella rants without mincing words . “ I thought we have passed this Isa . I thought you said I could go ahead and do whatever i wanted to did you not ? ” “ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ”

That had been his actual response to his friend that fateful day. That was also the day she was beginning to put all the hints she had been given together that her boss could perhaps liked her. "What does Jayce mean?" Joyce spat. She remembered that was what he called them, or perhaps James, when he was approaching them. "Oh,that? It's J-A-Y-C-E. J-A is from James while the Y-C -E is from Joyce. Sounds cool, right?" Dami was a chubby man of James's age, but physically, one would think he was James' father. He had a very laughable physique.

A lascivious stream of desire flowed inside me at her utterance, causing me to groan as I lined myself against her glistening wet entrance. Pursing my lips into a thin line, I penetrated her. “Oh, daddy,” Diana whimpered, jutting her ass toward me, her knuckles turning white from the intense way she was gripping the armchair. Hearing the lewd melody of her voice spun me on and I entered her completely with a growl. “D-Don't hold back at all, daddy. Please,” She uttered, as I gripped her waist. “I have no intention of going slow either, baby girl.” I replied, before thrusting into her with irrepressible erotic fervour.

"Fuck, Daddy, you're so good, please." "Mmm, baby girl, tell me what you want. Daddy loves you so much. Tell me." "I need your cum inside me, please, Daddy. I love you." "That's my girl. Beg Daddy for his cum. Daddy loves hearing you beg for him." "Please, my pussy's hungry for Daddy's cum. I'm your only cum bucket." "Shit, baby, that's it. Oh, God, Daddy's going to come so hard for you. Are you close to coming for Daddy, kitten?"

I wanted him for real—his cock, his hands, his mouth. I want my daddy to fuck me so hard.

I imagine his big shoulders, huge arms, and perfect face. By now, my hands move up and down my sides as one hand travels over to gently caress my breasts. I breathe out, “Daddy,” and I bite my lip adorably. “Daddy, I’ll do anything you what,” I whisper. My body responds to the fantasy, and I imagine Robert looking at me possessively and calling me over with a curved finger almost pulling me magically to the bed. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “Anything you want.”

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”