Daddy Story Book Novels & Stories

I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional. Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been. To say I struggled is an understatement.

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 are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”

he says finally getting me out of the water with me whining the whole time, he brushed my hair and dressed me again, this time it was a footie jammy, covering me from top to feet, keeping me warm. "You want me to read you a story?" he asks, I nodded yes, and he sat in a rocking chair and started to read the story, it was a story meant for littles like me, about a princess and her daddy, I was almost asleep by the end of it, almost. When he tried to put me in the crib, I screamed wanting out, what of the evil teddy comes back to hurt me, I don't want to sleep in here. "Calesti, you just love screaming, but daddy only understands words, use your words," he says holding me back up.

Damien said, holding her firmly with one hand and putting the other to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet. Emma was so terrified and panicked that her entire body went rigid. The man she called father, the man who was her mother's husband, was lying on top of her. Emma’s mouth was covered, preventing her from making any sound. She watched him with both terror and vigilance, desperate to find a way out.

It's also going to be mafia themed. With this, Daddy's Naughty Secret has finally come to an end. I'm glad you enjoyed the book and followed through despite everything. Thank you for your views, your likes and comments. I hope to see you all when I'm back with a new book ( it might not be the book two of DNS though ).

His gaze flicked down to my dick ready to spill any liquid the moment I go faster than this. I moaned, as his hips snapped meeting me on the same thrust. His gaze darkened, even under the sun light that reflected into the room. I could still see his face as our bodies collided, thrust for thrust sending a feral sound to my lips. “Do you want my cum, daddy?” I asked him, preparing myself to splutter all my cum into his face. “Yes,” that was all I needed to know, as I pulled away from his cock as I climbed up his body, facing my dick in front of his face.

“I’ve tried grounding. I’ve tried every damn parenting book your mother left behind before she jetted off to Europe for another month. None of it works with you.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I could feel the hard ridge of him through his sweatpants, pressing against my stomach. He was hard. For me. The realization sent a bolt of pure want straight between my legs. “So what now, Daddy?” I whispered, voice bratty and breathless all at once. “You gonna put me over your knee like the spoiled brat I am?” His grip tightened on my wrist, almost painful. For a second I thought he’d push me away, tell me to go to my room, pretend this tension didn’t exist.

“Uh… once upon a time, there was a very scary man. People feared him, but deep down, he—” “No, no, no.” Elena stops me. “That’s boring.” Megan chuckles. “Yeah, Lorenzo. You’re boring.” I glare at her. “I wasn’t finished.” Elena sighs dramatically. “Okay, I’ll tell you a story, Daddy. A better one.” I lean back. “Alright, I’m listening.” She straightens, eyes bright. “Once upon a time, there was a big, strong Daddy who didn’t know how to play, so his daughter had to teach him everything.”

Without a word he lifted me up, my legs wrapping weak around his waist as he carried me through the house to the bedroom. My body felt exhausted but my skin still buzzed with need. He laid me down on the big bed and climbed in next to me, pulling my body tight against his muscular chest. We tangled together, skin on skin, his hand stroking my back gently at first. But soon his fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling them until they hardened. “You like when Daddy plays with these?” he asked, leaning down to suck one into his mouth. He licked and bit lightly, making me arch and moan into him.