Daddy S Novels & Stories

Call me daddy Chapter 8 You don’t look too happy to see me Nora , I thought that you were going to smile and show me all your excitement or at least get naked in front of me like you did the last time” my uncle told me as he smiled . This was the first time since the whole stuff that I have genuinely seen him smile . He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart .

"Yeah? What's the opposite of that one? FDLG?" "Huh? Oh... umm, DDLG. Daddy, not father." "Daddy. Right. You needin' a daddy, Cherry?" he asked, taking hold of her face and making her look at him. His eyes were dancing with a wild sort of need. "No," she whispered. "No, I..."

"Daddy, please." "Please what Bambina. What does Daddy's little slut need?" "You, I need you. I want you." "Just remember this is what you asked for." He pulls out of me, I start to protest but before I can even find the words, he slams back into me in a repeated rhythm. "Fuck GreenLee, So wet, tight. That's it choke daddy's cock." My walls start to squeeze him. Before I can come undone he pulls out and flips me to my knees and slams back in causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. "FUCK DADDY!"

"Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Please fill me up daddy. Fill my ass with all that cum." "Yeah, my baby boy is going to take all of his daddy's cum like a good little belly boy. Yeah, fuck, that's what you are. Daddy's belly boy. Say it. Oh fuck, say it." I was so close to erupting. I moved my left hand to play with my balls. "Say I'm daddy's belly boy. Daddy's fertile little belly boy."

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

“For… all of you. Inside me.” Grant’s hand tightened gently on her leg. Marcus’s foot massage stopped. Cole kissed her forehead. “We have been waiting for you to say that.” “But,” she continued, voice small, “I don’t want to choose one first. I want all my Daddies.” Marcus spoke first—deep, reassuring. “Then we will make it special. Together.” They came up with “Daddy dates.” Individual time with each Daddy—full days or evenings tailored to his personality and their bond.

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

They were so close she could smell his woody, masculine cologne. "I’m your future father, Lona. Watch your tone," he said, his voice low and intimidating. Lona just smirked, stepping an inch closer until her stomach was touching his waist. "My tone? Was I being bad? I just wanted to get to know my... new Daddy a little better." Revan didn't flinch. He stood his ground like a brick wall. "Save the act for your boyfriends at school. Don’t even try it with me." "Wait, what are you two talking about?" Bella asked, catching up.