Daddy Short Stories Novels & Stories

In a clear, sweet voice, she began: “My Daddy is the best Daddy in the world, He gives me warm hugs when I feel sad, making me feel safe. With him, our family is finally complete, And I’m the happiest girl in the world, because my Daddy is by my side. My Daddy is my hero, He’s there to catch me before I fall, always protecting me, With his love, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, And I’m so proud to say he’s my daddy, every single day. I love you, Daddy.” As Ella finished the last line, Ryan was already rushing towards the stage, tears rolling down his cheeks.

he growled, his voice dark, possessive. “Mr. James…” “Call me Daddy,” he cut in, his thrusts pounding harder, making her toes curl. Lexie’s cry echoed through the hallway. Her body betrayed her, hips rolling, pussy clenching around him. She came undone with a loud moan, shaking in his arms. He groaned, shoving deeper, filling her with every inch until he spilled inside her, his growl vibrating against her skin.

Daddy stands up and drops his shorts. I can see the line of his cock pressed against him in his tight boxer-briefs. It looks like his cock is rock hard! Did spanking me turn him on?! “What—“ Before I can finish, daddy drops his boxer-briefs to his ankles. His cock bounces from its prison, pointing outward and up, straining as it's fully engorged. “Oh my—daddy! What are you doing?!” I shield my eyes with my hand, dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of daddy's dick.

She flicked her tongue around the tip, then slowly pressed his dick against her cheek, smearing the warmth and his pre-cum along her jawline. “Fuck, Chloe.” His voice was strangled, almost pleading, and it only made her want to make him beg harder. She looked up at him, “I want you to cum in my mouth Daddy,” she said, and without warning, took him fully back into her mouth, swallowing until her nose was crushed against his stomach. His body shook so violently she thought he might collapse, but she didn't stop. Neither would he let her. She choked when he hit the back of her throat, her hands holding onto his hips to steady herself as he jerked in her mouth.

“It feels right. So right. Let me make you feel good, Daddy. Just my mouth. I promise I’ll be good.” The word “Daddy” slipped out unbidden, and I felt him throb hard against my face. His free hand finally landed on my shoulder, gripping tight, but not pushing me away. Not yet. *He’s so close to giving in. I can feel it. One tug on these shorts and I could have him out, hot and heavy on my tongue. I’d swirl it around the head, suck him deep until he hits the back of my throat. I want to choke on him, to taste his cum flooding my mouth.*

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.

Direct. Like there was no reason to make a big deal out of it. Nobody had ever spoken about my writing like that. Not my father. Not even most of my professors. They said things like promising. Interesting. Potential. Professor Hayes said good. Like it was a fact. I swallowed. “You’ve read one short story.” “And two essays.” “Essays don’t count.” “They do when someone has a voice.” I looked at him. He was watching me carefully. Not like a professor studying a student.

She wanted to taste him so bad her mouth was practically watering. "Can I taste it, daddy?" Roe asked, her voice thick and trembling, practically drooling as her eyes remained glued to his heavy length. Elijah let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his dark gaze locked onto her ruined, begging expression. "Say no more... Daddy's cock is all yours tonight." He stepped away from the side of the table and walked with slow, deliberate strides until he stood directly at the head of the mahogany desk, towering right above her.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

“I am your slut Daddy. This pussy is addicted to your cock.” He thrust up meeting me making it even deeper. We switched to me facing away reverse cowgirl so he could watch my ass. “Look at that tight hole taking me. So creamy from all my loads.” I rode faster than the wet slapping sounds filling the room. “Fill me again. I want to feel you explode inside.” He reached around rubbing my clit fast pushing me over the edge. I came hard, shaking on his cock my walls squeezing tight. “Cum with me Daddy.”