Daddy Short Stories Novels & Stories

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

“You’ve been aching for Daddy to ruin you, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned into his hand, legs wrapping tighter around him. “It’s yours… all yours.” He hit that perfect spot over and over, driving me closer to the edge. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me deeper. “Come for me,” he commanded in a low, rough whisper. “Come on Daddy’s cock, but stay quiet. Don’t let them hear what a dirty girl you are for me.” The orgasm slammed into me hard. My walls clenched violently around him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me. I cried out against his palm, body shaking, back arching off the creaky bed.

Something deep and dark and forbidden. It felt right to call Jay Daddy. I don’t know where this is coming from. It's not like I have deep-seated daddy issues, but Jay is my daddy. The man who takes care of me. The man I want to run to when there's a storm. The man who gets me so hot and bothered I’m tossing and turning and aching all night. And he liked me calling him daddy as much as I did. There was this animalistic look in his eye—like he couldn't control himself.

Daddy. Daddy is the sweetest word of this world. Daddy gives us love, care, and protection. Our, mommy said our daddy lived far away. When we asked why did he live far away from us? Mommy said he was working there. And one day daddy will come back to us. He will bring a lot of toys for us. Saying this Ethan held Evans's hand and nodded at him. Evan smiled and spoke up," And daddy came back to us. But mommy lied to us. She said daddy will bring toys only but daddy brings happiness too. He plays with us. He gives us piggyback ride. He helps us to do our homework. Daddy is our hero. Daddy loves us very much.

Daddy pleasurably fingered my ass as he stroked my dick. "Who is your Daddy?" He spat at my body. "Dominick Storm," "Shout thy name of your father!" I felt like I will pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. "Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Dominick Storm is my Daddy! Please, Daddy, let me cum!!" I shouted on top of my lungs not minding the people who can hear us. My toes curled up as my vision became blurry. "Cum for thy Father, Baby," I hollered as my seed squirted. "Ngaaaaaaahhhh!!!" "Thank you, Daddy"

Daddy (Part Two) is now available on GoodNovel and here's the blurb; A long way from home and away from the men that broke his heart, Ashton has slowly adjusted to his new life. He's gained some friends from his new school, and met Harry–a hot and handsome student that he doesn't want to be associated with because rumor has it that he is a gangster, but it seems that destiny is playing tricks on Ashton because Harry asked him to pose as his fake boyfriend. Ashton who's desperate to move on from his past decided to accept Harry's proposal. There is one thing that troubling him though, Harry is always gentle with him and it gives him an odd feeling of discomfort since he's used to men treating

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.

“So tight I know I’m doing something that’s just plain wrong. Feels so fucking right, though. Feels like you’ve got a crush on your big brother and asking for homework help is just an excuse to lie beside me on the bed in your little plaid skirt. You were asking for this.” “Daddy knows his pain, don’t I?” Clement growls, pressing Dasha tighter to me so she’s flattened between us, receiving my thrusts with little whimpers because she has no choice but to take this fat cock she owns now. “How are we supposed to keep our pants zipped when you don’t bother wearing any? You should have known this was coming when Daddy started buying your panties. That shouldn’t be my job, but you made it my busin

Each morning, Theo would ask his mommy, "When is Daddy coming back? I miss him." His mommy would lovingly reply, "Daddy will be back soon, Theo. He's working hard and thinking of you every day." To ease Theo's longing for his daddy, his mommy would show him pictures of Axel on his business trip, talking about the places he was visiting and the people he was meeting. Theo's eyes would light up with excitement as he listened to these stories, imagining his daddy on grand adventures.

It was more than just catching up; it was like a warm embrace, a reminder of the bond we shared. We shared stories about our quirky family traditions, like the annual pancake-eating contest on Thanksgiving, and the time Dad tried to teach me how to ride a unicycle in the park. I chuckled at the memory. "Oh, Dad, remember the unicycle disaster?" Dad laughed heartily. "How could I forget? You were determined, even if it meant a few scraped knees." Our laughter filled the airwaves as I navigated the familiar roads. Time seemed to melt away as we swapped stories, our conversation a testament to the enduring connection between a father and his daughter.