Daddy Wants You Novels & Stories

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.

he taunted. "Please, touch them." The fine grey of his eyes had taken a darker shade. "like this?" He flicked the sensitive bud. "Ahhh! fuck." I jerked, my body feeling overstimulated. I was shaking, ready to blow. As much as I craved his mouth on me, if he licked them I would combust, unable to stop my release and I had a feeling he knew that. Was that his goal all along? "This pink looks great on you, I'm obsessed." around my right nipple he blew cool air on the peak, driving me even further apart from sanity. "Say the word and it's yours."

"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."

Fresh slick drips down my thighs. Daddy gives me one last cold, almost bored look. “Maybe if you’re still wet and needy tomorrow,” he says, gesturing lazily at Bob’s heavy cock, “I’ll give you the real deal. We’ll have fun…” I shake my head fast, tears already spilling. “I didn’t sign up for this. It’s not part of the play. This is—” “Oh but the fans love it,” Daddy cuts in smoothly. He glances at the camera. “Am I right, guys?”

“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!”

"Gonna fill this pussy up. You want Daddy's cum?" "Please, give it to me—"