Daddy Wants You Novels & Stories

“Tell your daddy what I want to hear, and I’ll give it all to you.” I opened my eyes then, not realizing I’d closed them for how intensely I felt. I could do this. I could say the words. “I want you to lick my pussy, Daddy. Eat it like you’re starving.” I stared at him as he looked up at me from between my thighs. “Make me come with your lips and tongue.” I dragged my tongue over my lips, and he groaned, watching me do the act.

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

The sound of the shower running filled my ears, and my head began imagining things. He was in the shower. Naked. Water poured over that sexy body of his. Good lord. I had seen Claire's dad a few times on TV. He always had a suit on and looked like the billionaire he was known to be. Who knew under all those clothes that there was a sex god? I wanted to gush about him with someone else. But Claire was my only friend... And his daughter. I might as well swallow my thoughts and never speak of them. "Dad, I know you can hear me!" Claire screeched, pouting her lips.

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

I shuddered and tried to close my thighs, but he gripped it, and yanked it open for him. "You're soaked, sweetheart," he murmured against my neck. "Tell me what you want, I'll give it to you." "I want you to fuck me," He nibbed the flesh on my neck. My knees nearly gave out as he circled my clit, slow and intentional, like he wanted to learn me by memory. “Say it, Jenna.” I swallowed hard. “D-Daddy… I want you to fuck me, daddy." He groaned like it broke him. "Yes, that's my girl." His eyes dropped to my mouth, and he pressed his head against mine. "You look ravishing, and totally fuckable, when you're not pretending."

All I have on is my little shirt. He lays me on his bed. He spreads my legs and begins to lick me. “Oh daddy, yes,” I moan. Daddy suckles my clit and licks my pussy. It feels so good. I cannot wait to have his cock inside me. “Daddy, will you please give me some cock,” I say. “Now, Kendra, you know I do not like you to talk that way,” he says. “I know, daddy, but I want it,” I say.

"But he was just that. A boy. I want a man. I want you, Daddy. You don't need to watch... you can have me." My pussy was getting wet. So, so wet. "This is crazy, Amy. You're crazy." "Crazy for you, Daddy." "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but..." I placed a hand over my mouth.

"I am. Always. I'm hungry for you. I crave you all the time." "I crave you, too, Daddy." "Tell Daddy what you want him to do. I want to hear you use your words."

“Yes, Daddy! Please! I consent! Fuck me! Fill me!” He grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly against him, aligning his throbbing cock with her slick, open pussy. He pressed the head against her, feeling the wetness, the heat, the desperate pulse of her desire. “Say it again, little girl,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Tell Daddy what you want.” “I want your dick inside me, Daddy!” she cried, her voice thick with tears of frustration and need. “I want you to fuck me hard! I want your cum inside me! Please, Daddy!”

I was eager to hear his answer, to know what my little boy's heart desired. His smile was shy, and he looked down at his little hands, rubbing them together nervously. It was clear he didn't know how to ask for the gift he wanted, but honestly, I would have given it to him without hesitation. All he had to do was ask, and it would be his. "Mommy," he said, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately, "I want... you... to... marry... Daddy." His purple eyes fixed on mine, and I could see the determination shining in them.