Daddy’s Lap Novels & Stories

“I’m yours. I belong to you.” “Good girl. And who am I to you? I want to hear you say it.” “Huh?” “Who am I to you?” “You’re… you’re…” “I’m your Daddy!” He answered for me. As he let go of my hair, I felt his dick poke my entrance. He was playing with me, teasing me, sexually tormenting me. “Come on! I want to hear you say it.” “You’re my Daddy.” I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling.

“Do you want to feel how beautiful I think you are?” His voice was so harsh and sexy that I didn’t even consider what he might have meant before I bobbed my head up and down in agreement. “Come here, then – sit in Daddy’s lap,” he practically growled, showing me a side of himself that I never dreamed existed. Without hesitation, I slipped onto his lap, not even caring that my robe had slipped open again, exposing my naked breasts and little white panties to his hungry gaze. Once I’d settled in place, I realized quickly that Daddy was hard in his pants, his erection right beneath me, pressing firmly against my bare ass.

I cry out loud without even meaning to. Stephane holds my trembling body in his arms, still thrusting, fucking me hard, taking his own climax with a stubborn relentless cadence that has me coming again, riding on the wave of the first one. Stephane collapses on me, hard chest heaving against mine, we both take a while to catch our breaths. "Daddy's good girl." He says, resting his head against mine, I taste his cool breath on my tongue, my eyes stay closed, I am still caught up in the moment of what we just shared.

“Rotten. And a stinker.” Jackson laughs. “No, I’m not!” “Yeah, you are,” I tease and poke at his sides, making him erupt in giggles. He climbs onto my lap and runs his finger over my badge. “I love you, Daddy,” he says softly. “And I love you.” *

Without wasting time, he lined himself and thrusted in one swift stroke. “Fuck… me… harder… harder!” Rose held onto the desk tightly as he thrusted into her like a baberian, slapping and groping at her fat ass. “You’re so sweet baby. You like daddy fucking you this way, right?” He rasped out. “Yes!… Dadddy..” she moaned out. .” He slowed his pace, pulled out and slammed back in hard while his hands reached down, stroking her dick. The desk creaked as her body shook but he didn’t stop pounding into her. Every thrust was precise, deep and earth shattering as he silenced her screams with his hands.

I answered, wondering if he had someone over; maybe Eldora was here, and that was the reason he didn't want me here. My heart skipped a bit. "I miss you, Daddy." I let out, and his eyes darkened at my words. Jerald stood, a menacing look shrouding his face; he was bare from his chest to his waist, and that waistline and the V that strayed down to his cock had me gulping in my spittle. I could make out the curve of his cock, one which he had said I owned, and I was tempted to ask if I was just the only one who owned it.

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

My Daddy is old school, so we still use a CD player. I decided I'd pushed my little display as far as I could, grabbing the disc and quickly slipping it into the player. I flounced back over to the couch again... only instead of cuddling in beside him, the way I normally did, I dropped myself straight into his lap, instead. Daddy chuckled again, but didn't otherwise comment, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. I giggled happily, grabbing our big, warm couch blanket and spreading it out to cover us, squirming to get comfy, and laying my head against Daddy's shoulder.

He rolls his wrist around, jerking me off without rhythm. No, not without rhythm. With a punishing rhythm. God. Fucking. Fuck. “Daddy...” I moan, close to tears as his strokes are punishing. My ass digs into the bed, in my hands a fistful of sheets as he rocks my entire being. "That’s it, come like a good boy.” Right as my muscles bunch up at the pit of my stomach, he pulls his hand away. A string of cuss words fly out from between my lips.

I nodded, already reaching for the waistband of my panties. “Yes, Daddy.” He helped me strip the lace down my legs, tucking the soaked fabric into his pocket like a trophy. Then he pulled me onto his lap, my back to his chest, my bare ass nestled against the hard bulge straining in his jeans. His arms wrapped around me, one hand splaying possessively over my stomach while the other dipped between my spread thighs again. As the opening credits began to roll across the massive screen, Dad’s thick fingers slid back inside me—slow, deep, and unrelenting.