Daddy Wants You Novels & Stories

Jason said, excitement in his eyes. "You want a daddy?" I questioned, my eyes widening. I shouldn't have asked him what he wanted; now, he had made an outrageous demand. "Yes, mama, you said you can get me what I desire. I do not want Disney land or football. I want a daddy for my next present." he repeated. "Jason, listen, a daddy isn't something you can get in a toy..." "Will you get me a daddy?" Jason cut me off. His eyes were wide with anticipation.

“I want this so bad... you know how much I've always wanted to have babies of my own! I want to have your babies, Daddy! I want you to give it to me... I want you to shoot your cum in me, and make me yours! I want you to claim me! I want you to claim me with your cum! I want to be yours! Yours forever! I want you to breed me, Daddy! Please, please, pleeease!” “Oh, Gud... you naughty girl...” Daddy was growling, deep in his throat. And then it happened! Daddy was thrusting the hardest he'd done yet, pounding me down into the bed! “You want my cum in your pussy.... right? Then fucking take it, Baby!” Daddy was grunting. “Take Daddy's cum! Take it all!”

It made me realize that I not only wanted her with me but also that I didn’t want to ever find her with someone else. She was mine. Mine alone. “I’m…I’m going to cum.” She managed to say with our lips still locked. I broke the kiss and immediately pulled her hand away. “No! Don’t.” She shook her head, her eyes fluttering open and closed. “I want to.” “Not yet, sunshine. Not yet.” I moved from her back and faced her. “Daddy wants to make you cum. I want to make you cum.” “Please…please do.” She murmured, her eyes pleading with me, and that was exactly what I wanted.

“Say something, please.” “Yes… Daddy.” He inhaled sharply, his pulse racing, blood turning to lava in his veins. He pulled her closer, making her crash against his body. He wanted her to feel what she was doing to him. “I want to ride you, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me and have you make me moan and scream with pleasure.”

“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.

No sliding inside, no real intimacy… I saved that part of my body entirely for him. For Rico Blackwood, the fucking heir to the Alpha’s throne. That’s if his father chooses to die on time. And yet, he had the guts to throw my reality in my face. “An almost twenty-one-year-old stripper, a nanny’s daughter who hasn't even shifted yet. How do you expect me to show you to my dad?” The words still burned. He didn’t care that I hadn't shifted when he was fucking my ass last night, the night before, and the night before that.

She quickly put the toothbrush and cup into the cart. A few minutes later. "Mister Daddy, can I buy this yellow ducky towel?" "No, put it back!" "Please!" "Only this time! There will be no next time!" "Yay! You're the best!" "Mister Daddy, can I buy this pair of Starry Lou sandals?" "No! Put them down!" "Please, pretty please!" "Only this time…" "Mister Daddy, can I buy a bouquet of flowers?" "No…" "Please!"

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

I came here on my own to see you. Gong Yexiao's brows shot up with curiosity. Why do you want to see me? Because I think you're like my daddy!" With his lips compressed in a tight line, the misty-eyed boy stared pitifully at Gong Yexiao as if he was about to cry. Gong Yexiao gazed at the little boy in shock. He gently asked, "" You don't have a daddy?""'

"You don't have to have sex, but you have to take care of this." "W-What do I have to do?" Emma asked, trembling, her voice cautious. Damien looked at her coldly, giving a heartless order, "Suck it. Keep going until I come." "What?" Emma's eyes widened in horror as she looked at him.