Daddy Short Stories 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.

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.

His masterpiece. Another came, this time more painful than the last when he slipped a finger into my pussy. "Jerald," I called out, squeezing against the soft cushion I was kneeling on when he corrected. "It is Daddy to you." "Fuck, Daddy, please." He slid in another, and I clenched around him; his fingers ran in and out of me while he kept slapping me on my ass. "Yes, please," Dainty stars filled my vision, and I knew I was close, but he was stopping me from doing so. Not moving an inch.

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

He locked my thighs in his arms and ate me till I was completely ravaged, and I pulled at his hair in return, to soften how overwhelmed I was feeling, the insatiable need he was slowly fulfilling. “What's my name?” “Dane?” I was fucking dying, crying my eyes out. Sometimes I would try to get away because it would get too much but he'll just drag me back to his mouth and suck. This man knew exactly what to do with his tongue and mouth. “No. Say daddy.” Fucking hell. I didn't even risk defying him. He deserved it. “Daddy.” I responded, hopeless, biting my lips hard with hooded eyes as he kept hitting a spot with his tongue until I saw the whole galaxy, fuck stars.

His eyes were locked on Leo’s face, on his tear-streaked, desperate expression. "You look so fucking pretty like this," Daddy grunted, his breathing growing ragged. "On your knees, collared and crying for my cock. This is where you belong." Leo watched, mesmerized, as Daddy’s hand flew over his shaft. He could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, the heavy tightening of his balls. He knew what was coming. "Open your mouth," Daddy commanded, his voice a strained, guttural bark. "Stick out your tongue. Don't you dare fucking spill a drop."

Daddy was awake and looking at me, I said, "Mr Pinky just isn’t happy in my room, he wants you, dad." Then I was back up on the bed and putting Pinky between Daddy's legs. I noticed him watching me with a sort of different look on his face. But he said nothing and I laid down on his cock again and started petting Pinky. At first, it was soft, but hardly any time went by at all, and I could feel it getting hard. Daddy never said a thing, I was in heaven!! I felt his cock swell and get hard, it was pressing right against my cheek and I would move my head towards Pinky and back again, and I could feel the lump in the bed. I bet I got to feel Daddy's cock for at least 5 minutes while petting Pin

“I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours” I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel. “You can’t touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick…” I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features. A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb.

Nell stammered a little. "Of course he can't!" Theo said it as though it were perfectly obvious. "Dad's hurt his back. To put trousers on, you have to stand up straight, bend over, or sit on the bed — but however you do it, you have to use your back!" After hearing what he said, Nell suddenly thought: *That actually makes sense!* She was speechless. "Dad got his trousers on last night, but I can't help him put them on by myself."

“Yes… Daddy.” “Shh,” he said quietly, his voice commanding and calm, “I've got you.” Thick fingers teased my slick folds, circled my clit slow & firm, before slipping in, curling just perfect to that place. I bucked at him as he got me open with his thighs quaking, while he was stroking my clit in rhythm with his thumb. “That’s it. Let me hear how wet you are for me.”