Daddy Story Book Novels & Stories

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

“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

Marcus was in his swim trunks, laughing loudly at a story about his boss, while I sat on the edge of a lounger, dangling my feet in the water. "Man, your stepdad is loaded," Marcus said, looking around the sprawling backyard with appreciation. "How's it living here with him?" "Tense," I murmured, taking a sip of my beer. "He’s... very strict." "Yeah? Well, you always did have a thing for authority figures," Marcus teased. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping as he smiled. "Though, I gotta admit, I've missed you, Olise." Before I could reply, the distinct sound of heavy footsteps on the stone patio echoed through the yard.

Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Gabriel kept Andrea teetering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. His thick, veiny cock was buried to the hilt inside her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls perfectly, but every time her body started to tighten and tremble toward release, he would freeze or pull out completely, leaving her empty and desperate. “Please, Daddy…” she whimpered, trying to push back onto him. “I need to cum. I’m so close.”

"Daddy!" "Good girl," Daddy praised, his voice coming in short pants. "Good fucking girl. Now, pick up a toy," he said. With shaky hands, I reached for the vibrator and lubed it up, not that I needed to; I was already soaking wet. I turned it on, moaning lowly when its soft vibration could be felt on my hand. Looking back at Daddy, I see him stroking his hard cock, his hooded eyes on every inch of my body. Feeling his intense gaze on me, I lowered the vibrating dildo to press against my aching clit. My body buzzed with a blinding sensation.

he demanded. “What?” I moaned. “Say, I love your cock, daddy.” I hesitated, then… he spanked me. “Say it, Melissa.” “I love your cock, Daddy!” I cried. He grinned at our reflection in the glass and picked up the pace. I could feel him close. I was close, too.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

“Grandma told me a story about when Daddy was a little boy! She said he was really naughty.” Adrian raised an eyebrow at his mother. “Really, Mom? Telling my childhood secrets?” Mrs. Blake chuckled. “Oh, I have plenty more stories to tell. Like the time you tried to run away because I wouldn’t let you eat candy before dinner.” Liam gasped in delight. “Daddy ran away? Where did he go?” “To the backyard,” Mrs. Blake said with a laugh. “He thought he was being rebellious, but he only made it to the garden before he got scared and came back crying.”

Is he now going to read a love story about a witch and a Merman? If someone had told two years ago that he would be doing this and reading such stories, he would never have believed. Here he was. “Daddy don’t like the story?” “It’s not like that, princess. Come on. It’s bedtime.” He raised her from the floor and carried her to the middle of the bed where she smiled at both her parents. “Daddy is going to read and Mommy? Mommy what will you do?” “Stop being naughty. What am I expected to do? Listen of course.”

And, god help me, so fucking turned on. “Yes,” I said, my voice a croak. “Yes, what?” he asked, his voice a low growl that made my dick twitch. I knew what he wanted. I’d heard the stories about Don Moretti and what he did with pretty boys. “Yes… Daddy,” I whispered. The word felt weird and hot and right in my mouth. A slow, mean smile spread across his face. “Good boy.”