Daddy Story Book Novels & Stories

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

he says, I only called him daddy once through the whole day today. "Can you read me a story, daddy," I add my whole face turning red. "Of course, little one," he says picking one of the books I had on the side, tomorrow, I'm going to check them all. He got back in the bed, and sat right next to me, one hand going toward my hair, playing with a lose strand the other holding the book. "Once upon a time..." he starts while I went into one of the deepest sleeps of my life, I haven't had this much rest since I was a literal baby.

I smiled as I heard Damien's voice when I slightly opened Darya's door. Damien was sitting comfortably on Darya's bed, his back on the headboard. Darya, on the other hand, was hugging her father while resting in his chest. My husband's gentleness was emphasized as he sat on Darya's pink bed. He was holding a story book, reading it to his daughter. "What happened to them, daddy?" Darya asked and yawned. Her eyes are sleepy but she wants to hear the ending of the story. Damien gently caressed her hair. "The prince and the princess lived happily ever after, sweetheart. They had a daughter like you."

Every time she went to this store, Dinda always looked so excited to choose books with animal stories or fantasy stories. In the store, Dinda started walking from shelf to shelf, looking for a book that caught her attention. Sebastian followed her, occasionally helping her reach the books neatly arranged on the high shelves. Finally, Dinda found a picture book of a little elephant going on an adventure to find a friend. Her eyes shone as she showed the book to Sebastian. “Daddy, I want this book! Look, there’s a cute little elephant!” she exclaimed, smiling broadly. Sebastian stroked Dinda’s head gently. “Of course, honey. Daddy bought it for you. You’ll definitely like the story about this

The word *Daddy* slammed into me like a bolt of lightning. My pussy pulsed hard, another rush of slick heat flooding my already soaked panties. I stepped forward on unsteady legs. Brad drew me close, enveloping me in his powerful arms. His body felt like solid muscle against my softer curves, his broad chest pressing firmly into my breasts. One large hand settled low on my back, fingers teasing dangerously close to the swell of my ass.

I love this job. As daddy walked out of the Holidays' residence, he felt amazing. He just has a feeling that he'd bred all three of them. And he had. Now he's off to another house with another lonely housewife that he'll please with his big dick and all his naughty toys. My daddy has the best job ever. * * * Kristen felt so hot and wet after writing that naughty story. She knew it wasn't true, though she would love it if it were. She threw herself on her bed, rubbing at her pussy furiously as she thought about her next story.

“I love you, sugar. You need to trust Brack. He knows what he’s doing. I wouldn’t have put you in his hands if I didn’t believe he could keep you safe.” No, he wouldn’t. And, I also knew Brack would keep me safe or die trying. “I love you, Daddy.” “Love you too, sugar. How about I read you a story?” I couldn’t help the slight grin that formed on my lips. “Please.” It took a few moments for him to find a book. Then, his soothing drawl warmed the cold that had settled into my body. I swayed slightly to the sound of his voice as tears sluiced down my cheeks. My father used books to speak from his heart. The story could be about any subject in the world, but the message was always love.

Then he lifts me out, dries me with the fluffiest towel I have ever felt, and carries me to the nursery. He dresses me in the softest pastel footie pajamas—unicorns and stars—zips me up, then sits in the rocking chair with me in his lap. Reads me a bedtime story from a picture book about a lost kitten finding home. His deep voice rumbles through me, lulling me until my eyes are heavy. But I am not ready to sleep yet. I shift in his lap, feeling him harden under me. “Daddy,” I whisper, nuzzling his neck. “I want you again.”

They were my daddies and I was their little girl. The End

"Oh my god, I missed you! I'm so sorry we left you alone with Dad. Was he completely boring?" "Not boring," I manage, very carefully not looking at Dalen. "We managed to entertain ourselves." "Did you watch those old westerns he likes? I bet he made you watch westerns." "Something like that." Her brother comes in next with his kids, everyone talking at once, stamping snow off boots, and Dalen moves to help with bags. The cabin fills with noise and chaos and Christmas energy. Through it all, I feel his eyes on me. When Jess goes to hug her dad, I watch them together—watch the guilt flash across his face for just a second before he covers it. Watch him squeeze her tight and kiss her forehead.