Daughter Riding Daddy Novels & Stories

“Hmm? Only Mommy gets to play? Daddy can take care of the baby too, you know.” Isabella crossed her arms, lips pursed in exaggerated thought. “Nah, Daddy can’t do that.” He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Oh? And why not?” “Because Daddy’s not a good daddy for this baby,” she said matter-of-factly. “Daddy’s never home!” The words hit him like a brick to the chest. For a second, the noise of the crowded mall faded into the background—the laughter of children, the hum of conversation, the squeak of shopping carts—all of it drowned beneath the echo of his daughter’s voice.

", She spoke and yawned loudly. Dua went into her room. Her father followed her. She lay down and immediately dozed off. Her father smiled and draped a blanket over her body. "God bless you", Her father kissed her forehead and looked at her lovingly. The next day, the heart of a father was pounding nervously inside his chest. "Dua, are you ready?", Her father asked her from outside her room. "Yes, Papa, I am ready", Dua responded. Her father entered her room and noticed her daughter, who was dressed like a pink flower in a pink traditional Indian Saree.

I kiss his overthinking face and he gets up. I say goodbye and watch him leave. I snuggle my son and finish feeding him. I’m about to lay down when my mother comes in. “Your Daddy is stubborn as hell,” Mama shakes her head. “He is insisting on joining raid and has submitted to Jared.” My eye go wide as I sit up. “Daddy is joining the raid?” “He won’t hear reason,” Mama sits next to me. “Why?”

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.

“Not unless I catch you.” Then his mouth claimed mine again, hotter this time, more demanding, and my hands curled into the sheets as his palm slid down, and in between my legs, teasing me. I gasped into his kiss when his fingers gripped the lace at my hip, tugging it down just enough for his knuckles to touch my bare skin. And then his teeth grazed my throat, his hand sliding lower, and finding my clit which was now throbbing. “Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.”

Lady May didn’t care about nothing but money and as soon as she noticed how old men stared at her son, she made a devious plan. At first, it had started as harmless gifting from these men to her son just to speak with the boy and soon it became a kiss and from there… “I don’t want to do this. They come at me and they do these things I don’t like,” Patrick complained. His mother, Lady May smiled deviously. “But you do love it, Pat darling. Remember I’ve caught you kissing boys your age so many times. So for once, don’t be a selfish brat and help mummy get the money she wants!” She fired at him.

"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.

I ordered, in my dominant voice. Like a shot she was up to comply. Careful to avoid the tray she was up on the desk, her legs hanging over the edge. My eyes always on hers, an element of her earlier innocence returned, I pulled off my silk tie. Olivia kept still like a good girl as I blindfolded her with my tie. “Daddy?” she asked, in full submissive mode. “Yes, my darling?” I asked, my c*ck pressing against the inside of my suit pants.

Jessie Lio: My mom's not coming. My father is dead, and my stepdad is a jerk. So, he won't be coming either. He crosses his arms over his chest with a petulant frown. Lucian Slater: Well, I'm not gonna let you stand here by yourself all afternoon. Lucian shakes his head and stands up. Lucian Slater: I'm Lucian, Gael's daddy, and he wouldn't want me to leave you out here either. He shrugs, but just then, the car door opens, and Gael hops out.

I kept my hands on Daddy's chest as I quickly bounced on top of him. His big c0ck is pierced in my center, and I ride him like a cowgirl. He squeezed my breasts and played with my n1pples. Daddy and I returned home earlier and found that Mommy was not there. We don't know where she went. Her things are still here. So we're making the most of it today while she's gone. Then I have school, and he will start his long shift at the hospital tomorrow.