Daddy’s Lap Novels & Stories

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

He continued licking me through it like a man possessed. When the last tremor finally faded, I was lost. My breaths came in hard pants, I was still trembling, my vision spotted with crackling white. Daddy stood with a devilish smile, licking his lips. “You’re ready.” He pushed his sweatpants all the way off, climbed onto the bed, grabbed the belt binding my wrists, and dragged me closer like I weighed nothing. His cock was glistening at the tip, throbbing with need. “Do what Mommy does,” he ordered. “Come ride me.”

“But I can smell how needy you are. Been dripping down your thighs all morning, haven’t you?” Heat flooded my face. I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. “Words, little one.” “Yes… Daddy.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. His grip tightened hard enough to make me gasp. “That’s right.” He pulled me down onto his lap again, this time facing him, my knees straddling his thick thighs. The hard bulge in his jeans pressed right against my bare pussy. I whimpered at the contact. “You’ve been teasing Daddy long enough. Time to start earning your keep properly.”

Chapter Seventeen- More Unrequested Bonding Time With Daddy I nodded my head before I timidly crawled over to him and laid my upper-body across his lap, my knees touching his clothed thigh. I wished the ground could split open and swallow me when I thought about him seeing the wet patches on my panties and smelling my arousal- and as much as it was killing me, the thought of him knowing that I was wet for him also turned me on and made me even more wet. ///////////////////////////////////////////////

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

Selene then sat on his lap, grinding her wetness against his bulge. “The girl is all yours, Daddy…” … To be continued…

He sighed heavily and allowed me to lead him to sit down. As he sat, I settled myself on his lap, facing him. "Caden, I understand how you feel. But right now, you need to calm down." His hands, which had been clenched into fists, relaxed slightly. I took one of them and placed it on my baby bump where our child was growing. "Feel this, Caden. Our child. This is what matters most right now." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hand resting gently on my belly. The tension slowly drained from his body, and he opened his eyes, looking at me with a mixture of love and resignation.

my father replied, enveloping me in a warm hug, though my gaze remained fixed on Jake, who seemed to wear a pleased expression. "I'll do my best to make your father's absence a very memorable one for you, Avery, I promise." Jake added with a playful glint in his eyes, his words carrying a subtle tease that sent a thrill coursing through me. Somehow, I just knew that this week without my father was going to be very interesting indeed.

Our bodies were covered in sweat and I also wet the bedsheet. ’S…sorry…” I was panting hard, but he was just thrusting, ignoring the mess I had created. The voice of body slap was so loud, and it was roaring in his room. If Daddy was at home, he must have heard us. “Uncle…” I hissed, he again bit my nipples and I felt his warm seed inside me. He laid on me sprouting his seeds inside me, I felt something leaving from my core, he was still inside me.

“Daddy... Daddy... Hug...” When Lemon saw her father, she stretched out her little hand before Mable could get closer, wanting her daddy to hug her.