Daddy Story Book Novels & Stories

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

“Tell me when to stop, the moment it doesn’t feel good, tell me, and I will stop, is that okay?” I smile at his kindness, there must not be a man as kind as him, as I ready myself for my life to change forever, I say, “Yes, daddy.”

Harrison was a nightmare, but he gave me the best part of himself when he gave me Dakota. "Do you think you can find me a daddy on the beach?" She asks, looking at me hopefully. This has been her favorite topic lately. They had Daddy's Day at her preschool, and she was one of only a few children without a daddy. How do you tell your four-year-old that the last thing you want is a man right now? Instead, I say what I always say. "You never know." Dakota, who seems much older than four going on five, puts her hands on my cheeks and looks into my eyes.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

“I have a few chapters of my own I’d like to dictate.” James laughed, and rolled me beneath him again. His cock, still half-hard, slick with us, nudged at my entrance. “Tell me the title,” he murmured, sliding back inside my swollen pussy with one slow thrust that made us both groan. I arched, nails scoring his back, voice wrecked but steady. “‘The Editor’s Turn.’” He thrust deeper and harder smiling against my throat. “Chapter one,” he growled. “Dictate.” I did.

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

He wanted to get drunk and forget about that woman. She was haunting him in his dreams, and he would always wake up with a massive hard-on every morning. And what he hated the most is that he ends up jacking off in the bathroom just to make his soldier calm down. He's like a horny teenager. “Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes.” Phoenix was pulled from his deep thoughts when he heard his father behind him. “Dad.” The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand.

Without wasting time, he lined himself and thrusted in one swift stroke. “Fuck… me… harder… harder!” Rose held onto the desk tightly as he thrusted into her like a baberian, slapping and groping at her fat ass. “You’re so sweet baby. You like daddy fucking you this way, right?” He rasped out. “Yes!… Dadddy..” she moaned out. .” He slowed his pace, pulled out and slammed back in hard while his hands reached down, stroking her dick. The desk creaked as her body shook but he didn’t stop pounding into her. Every thrust was precise, deep and earth shattering as he silenced her screams with his hands.

But that has been dismantled and he’d see right right through the lie. “I had a little sister, she loved to dance. She couldn’t though. None of us Doherty were blessed with the ability.” I offer a truth tiredly. Sasha loved to dance, she was always playing music and dancing. My chest hurts at the thought of her. “Did you two share a resemblance?” he asks in that detached tone. When others heard about my family in past tense, they usually became softer, but not him. If anything, he seems even more uninterested.

He says and gives me a passionate kiss. I even run out of breath and forget about the venomous bitch who came to insult me. I lie down on the bed and Oliver sits next to me to talk to the babies. “Hi foursome, it's me, daddy... are you playing in there? Dad is going to tell a story, which one do you want to hear today? In?" He says and I melt all over. Every day he tells some story to the babies and I get all silly, Oliver is sweet and he's already the best father in the world.