Daddy’s Lap Novels & Stories

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

His eyes were locked on Leo’s face, on his tear-streaked, desperate expression. "You look so fucking pretty like this," Daddy grunted, his breathing growing ragged. "On your knees, collared and crying for my cock. This is where you belong." Leo watched, mesmerized, as Daddy’s hand flew over his shaft. He could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, the heavy tightening of his balls. He knew what was coming. "Open your mouth," Daddy commanded, his voice a strained, guttural bark. "Stick out your tongue. Don't you dare fucking spill a drop."

Then she ran her tongue along the head slowly, savoring the tension in his thighs as he fisted his hand into her hair. “Is this what you wanted, Daddy?” Chloe asked, stroking him. “You wanted me on my knees for you, didn't you?” She traced him again with her tongue, kissed the tip and slowly ran her tongue around it before stroking him with the same intensity again. “Chloe,” Harvey's voice came breathless. “Tell me what you want, Daddy,” she stroked faster. He let out a rough groan, then found his voice to whisper, “Open wide for me.”

He sat beside me and pulled me onto his lap, one hand resting possessively on my thigh. “What’s on your mind, babygirl?” he asked, voice gentle but firm. “Don’t hide from Daddy.” I hesitated, then whispered, “I was thinking about Mom… and what she would say if she knew what we’re doing.” Daddy was quiet for a long moment. His hand stroked my back slowly. “I think about her too,” he admitted. “She trusted me to take care of you. And instead, I turned you into my personal sex toy. Sometimes I wonder if I’m a monster for wanting you this much.”

Sophie cried out, gripping the sheets. “Fuck—Daddy, it’s so much—” “You can take it,” he growled, starting a deep, rolling rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. “This weekend I’m going to ruin every hole. Fill you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.” The daddy/little dynamic deepened with every thrust. He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him.

I whispered obediently. I walked to the dining table and sat down on one of the cushioned chairs, still completely naked. While I waited, I picked up the remote and turned on some soft, sensual music from the living room speakers. The slow, rhythmic beat filled the house, matching the steady throb between my legs. A few minutes later Daddy carried two plates over. He set them down, then surprised me by pulling out the chair beside me and sitting first. He patted his lap. “Come here, baby girl. Sit on Daddy’s lap while I feed you.”

“Daddy… oh god… it’s so deep like this… I love riding you…” “Ride me harder,” he growled against my breast, his teeth grazing my sensitive nipple before sucking even more desperately. “Moan louder for Daddy. No one’s home. Let me hear how much you love my cock.” I obeyed without thinking. I rode him faster, slamming myself down onto him again and again. The wet, filthy sounds of my pussy taking every inch mixed with my broken moans, echoing around the empty apartment. “Ahh…Daddy! Fuck…I’m gonna cum… I’m cumming on your cock…”

When he is done I change Lauryn and it’s time to get off the plane. “I see you are doing well,” Daddy smiles and offers his hand to Dexter. “We had a few good years. Projects this year look extra promising. I think my connection to the Royal Pack is helping,” Dexter shakes Daddy’s hand and they both laugh. “Poopa!” Lauryn calls seeing Daddy. They have a regular facetime date where Daddy sends her a box and we open it together. As Daddy snuggles Lauryn I scent her before I see her. Ro-Kill!

Dylan moans when he can feel the tension in between his buttcheeks. "You want me to unwrap you?" Luke whispered with a hot and deep breath. His voice turned his head crazy. Dylan holds his hands underneath, "Daddy, thank you for this." Luke grabs him to the bed. His cute sugar baby is sitting on his lap—behave and with a hint of urgency. "Daddy wants you now," the pretty boy smiled at him… as he slowly put the hand of Luke onto his chest. The sugar dad can feel his racing heartbeat—just for him.