Daddy Story Book Novels & Stories

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

He said and same time my mobile started raining which was placed on the dining table it was Dad's call because I had set up a different ringtone for him and my breath hitched. "Relax, just receive the call," Uncle said and I nodded receiving the call and the same time Uncle Harrison inserted his finger in my core giving slow finger fucking. "H...Hello..." I stammered on call. "Harrison told me you both having dinner out so I am going to sleep. Harrison has extra keys and doesn't sleep late. You have school tomorrow" Daddy was telling me While Uncle Harrison pumping his one digit inside me. "...Yes...Yes Dad" I again stammered

"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.

Then I skipped out of the room and disappeared down the hall. That night, I started reading my daddy's favorite incest story. "Why do you hate me, daddy?" And from the very first paragraph, I was hooked. I literally couldn't stop reading. Parts of the story made me cry. Others made me laugh. The relationship between Gracie and her sisters was endearing. But the relationship with her dad... wow, I fully understood what my dad meant about it being a "slow burn". My pussy felt like it had been put on a spit and slowly turned over a fire all night long while I read. I started reading close to eleven and it was nearly four in the morning before I finished the story.

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.

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.

She was grinding into him naughtily as she kissed him hungrily. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. "Fuck! you feel good," he growled against her lips. "Grind on me, babygirl. Show me how much you want it." "Daddy," she breathed, the word slipping out naughtily before she could stop it. His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with hunger. "Say it again." "Daddy!" she moaned louder. "You naughty little thing!" He spanked her ass, a sharp crack that made her gasp.

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She quickly put the toothbrush and cup into the cart. A few minutes later. "Mister Daddy, can I buy this yellow ducky towel?" "No, put it back!" "Please!" "Only this time! There will be no next time!" "Yay! You're the best!" "Mister Daddy, can I buy this pair of Starry Lou sandals?" "No! Put them down!" "Please, pretty please!" "Only this time…" "Mister Daddy, can I buy a bouquet of flowers?" "No…" "Please!"

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.