Daddy S Lessons Novels & Stories

"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

His eyes were dark, the desire in them pulling me in. “Tonight, you're going to learn the new lessons I've prepared for you,” he said quietly. “You will learn them one by one. You will obey them without hesitation. And you will be grateful for every drop I give you. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good girl.” he murmured. Then he stepped back and unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. The sound of leather sliding free made my cunt clench instinctively. Then he freed his cock—already hard, throbbing, the pink head flushed and glistening.

Jax smirked and walked out of the room. “What the fuck ! What kind of sex education is that ?” Rob chuckled. “These two men will be the death of me, I swear,” Dy growled. “Hey ! I am innocent,” Dad protested. “No, you are not. Who the hell teaches such things ?” Dy demanded. “I swear I taught the right things to that fucking liar,” Dad swore. “Yeah I believe you,” Dy sighed and tossed his paperwork aside and rested his head on the back of the chair. “C’mon Kai. Let’s go and take a break,” Dad cooed gently.

I knew at that moment I belong to my Daddy. “I feel you trying to hold back, baby, but you’re not going to. Not while your Daddy is fucking your pussy and finger-fucking your ass, getting it ready for later. You’ve got the best hottest pussy, baby girl. Give it to Daddy and squirt all over my cock. Daddy is fucking your pussy so hard you little slut.”

"You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!" Joyce held her face in disbelief. "Why did you hit me, Dad? Henry's the one who…" "Shut up!" Another slap. "I tolerated your nonsense because I thought you'd know when to reel it in! I didn't expect you to be such a fool!" Joyce stood there, stunned and in disbelief. Joyce's father glanced at me. Seeing that my expression hadn't changed, he clearly understood that I wasn't satisfied yet. He turned back and kicked Joyce sharply.

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

Daddy liked giving pleasure more than he received it. I wrapped my fingers around his neck, and he let me, his hooded eyes intoxicating. I was ready to cum, just looking at him. God, he's so hot. I felt the vibration of his growls as he finally refocused and took control. I whimpered when he sank his nails into my hips, harshly slamming me down to take all of him. "Daddy," I gasped, my eyes widening.

“That was awful. Like a cute puppy just licked my face.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame washing over me. I looked away. His hand snapped to my chin again. “What did I say about looking away from Daddy?” His voice dropped darker, deeper, and suddenly I felt like I had done something very wrong. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, lips pouting without meaning to. “Good. It’s okay not to know anything, baby. That’s why Daddy’s here, to teach you, to make you a pro.” I smiled despite myself.

“My daughter's a little bit of a stuck up: she gets it from her mother. It'd do her some good to loosen up a little.” The boys glance at each other, unsure of how to proceed. I watch them, swallowing as I nervously await their response. For a second, I feel a bit of calm wash over me as the boys seem incapable of making a decision. But daddy's not done yet. “Go on,” he says, “she's stubborn, but she works best when you just go for it. First lesson as a man: don't ask questions.” I hear Daddy move behind me. He reaches down and tears my hands away from my chest, re-exposing me to the boys. I whine in response, but Daddy grabs my breasts, kneading them in his hands. His fingers pinch my nipple