Daughter Riding Daddy Novels & Stories

Lucky's POV I was fixing Damien's tie while he's brushing his fingers against the strands of his hair. He pecked on my lips and grinned after I'm done. I shook my head. "Talk to your daughter. She mentioned modeling again right after she woke up." He frowned. "Mom is so obsessed with modeling." We went downstairs together and straight to the kitchen. We found Darya sitting on her high chair while the maid was preparing pancakes for her. "Mommy, daddy! Good morning!" She was smiling sweetly as she greeted us. I know why.

“You like your daughter's tiny, tight pussy, pleasuring your big, thick Daddy cock?” “I love it, baby! I love it so, so much!” he moaned. “Ohhh... you made me, Daddy! You made me to pleasure your cock! You made me in Mommy's tummy, and you've been waiting all this time, until I was finally old enough to take care of you the way you need... the way you deserve!” “Dirty girl!” Daddy laughed, slapping my ass again. Only this time, he did it just as I was starting my drop, the sudden, reflexive tightening of my pussy making us both gasp as I squeezed him all the way down!

Eve didn't even hesitate, the intense feelings inside her driving her crazy, she moved beside her mother dropped to her knees and stared at her daddy's penis. Seeing his beautiful 18-year-old daughter on her knees in front of him, her massive 34DD tits, still smaller than her mother's 34FFs was the final straw and he grunted, "You are forgivennnnn," as his load rocketed out of him and onto his smiling wife's face. He turned immediately so the second rocket of cum hit his daughter directly on the nose and lips. He wanted to slide his cock in her mouth once the third and fourth much smaller sprays hit her chin and neck, but refrained knowing he had much grander plans for tonight.

Their names are penciled right under the figure corresponding to them. My best dada, Dada Dale Daniel. My loving mama, Mama Clarriese Zyah. And it's me, the little one, Dhyrine Denisse. "My daughter is good at drawing," Zyah commented on her daughter's work. "Our daughter, wife," Dale said. "Our daughter." He gave emphasis to the latter. "Let's celebrate your birthday, dada!" their daughter interfered. "You are getting older, dada!" "Am I still handsome even if I am getting older, 'nak?"

Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya. Inilarawan niya si Suzy at kung saan naroon ang cottage nila. Nireplay naman nito ang CCTV footage isang oras ang nakalipas. “That's my daughter!” Turo niya sa isang monitor nang mamukhaan si Suzy. She's still wearing her pink summer dress. Dala-dala ni Suzy ang puting teddy bear at nagtitingin-tingin sa paligid, tipong may hinahanap.

"Daddy is here. It's okay. I got you, little one. No one will harm you." I smile when Maya immediately turns silent. It seems our daughter is playing favorites. She keeps screaming when I pick her up but falls asleep whenever Dior hugs her. "She likes you a lot," I say and beam at my much taller husband. "Maya is daddy's little girl—I can see her turning into a tomboy and helping you out inside the garage. She will be a pro at building cars before she has turned five years old." Dior flashes me a smile, but it falters as quickly as it came. "Why do you think Maya was born without a wolf?"

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

she whispered, kissing me softly on the forehead before leaving. Lying in bed, I tried to focus on all the amazing things I hoped would happen once Dad came home. I ended up drifting off to sleep, lulled by the sounds of the night. --- A few hours later, I was jolted awake by the sound of footsteps. My heart raced as I recognized my dad’s voice. I scrambled out of bed and crept over to my door, excited to finally see him. “Why must you always come home late?” I heard my mom reprimanding him. The tone in her voice was sharp, and I could feel something shift in the air.

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.

“No… no, don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop.” One of her hands was splayed on my stomach and when she called me Daddy, I lost my restraint and letting go, I began to fuck her hard. I slid in and out of her pussy like I belonged there and she moaned dreamily while I growled, drowning myself inside her. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around the suite. Sweat dusted my skin and she wrapped her arms around, clinging to me. “Fuck, baby girl!” I moaned, my sight distorted and my voice so husky it was almost unrecognizable. I felt my budding climax stirring deep in my stomach at the same time.