Daughter Riding Daddy Novels & Stories

She whispered to him in a low but firm tone. The word 'dad' replayed over and over again in his head.. "Your dad?" Since when has she had a dad? when he had done a background check on her, she only had a mother who was a single mum.. what are your intentions with my daughter?" Xander's Adam apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down hard.. He was done for and he knew it.. He had given his girl's dad a very good first impression, he drew in a deep breath when he felt his heart beating wildly in his chest..

" Dad grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the door. "Are you that desperate? Can't live without a man? What are you standing there for? Move!" "Sir, we just ran into each other by chance," Ethan tried to explain. Dad glared at him so viciously that Ethan stopped. As soon as Dad dragged me home, Ava began adding fuel to the fire in front of Mom. Mom became furious, exactly as expected. Her face twisted with disappointment. "Mia, how did you turn out like this? You're already copying those kids and dating?"

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?”

Her efforts were wasted as he held her waist down, keeping her still and motionless. "Please..." she begged, for the nth time that night "I want you here, Daddy." It was like a dream as Dario gazed at his little. Her hands, that were supposedly reaching for him, slowly descended and placed themselves by her abdomen. Her fingers gently moving against the V of her center, seemingly seducing her Daddy to touch her just below it. His chest rumbled. His little girl was a dirty kitty inside and he loved it. "Alright." he spoke "Daddy will give you what you want."

The two facts sat side by side in my mind—freedom carefully measured out by the same man who still required me to call him Daddy every night. A maid entered with a tray and the now-familiar envelope. The note was short. Breakfast in the small dining room. Wear the cream dress. We leave at ten. — Daddy I showered, dressed in the cream dress that had appeared in the closet, and made my way downstairs. Corren was already seated at the table, coffee in hand, reviewing something on a tablet. He looked up as I entered, eyes moving over me in that slow, assessing way that always made my skin warm.

With her fingernails pressing into her palms, Haley froze. Unlucky. to encounter the mother and daughter on her first visit back to D city. Uhh! Lydia’s voice could be heard. "He is, of course. You are Daddy's favorite little princess. Please remember to compliment daddy when he arrives.” "Mommy, don't worry! I know exactly how to please Daddy. For Daddy, I'm like a mind reader." ***** The two exited the elevator as the doors slid open, their talk drifting into the busy hallway.

“Looks like you’re busted, sweetheart.” “Shut up,” I hissed, panic crawling up my throat. I shot a glance at Mila, who was hovering by the door, her eyes wide like she’d just witnessed the second coming of Christ. I mouthed help me, and she nodded, though honestly I had no idea what help she could possibly provide against the full parental apocalypse. My dad strode forward like a man on a mission, eyes locked on Ryder. “Stay away from my daughter.” Ryder tilted his head, still smirking like this was all just hilarious. “Nice to meet you too, sir.”

“Got Daddy popping a boner and leaking precum for you in front of all these people, needing to fuck your little princess cunt.” I whimper and burrow my head in his neck as his words send fire licking through my veins. “And you know it too,” he rasps against my ear. “You were a naughty girl to tease Daddy and drive him insane.” I’m a big ball of need, humping his hips in front of everyone, but I don't care, and neither does Jay. I moan and ask him tremulously, “Can we play ride the pony when we get home, Daddy?”

"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her.

I lie. "But I want to see him now, mommy." She cries. I know she wants to see him. Maybe I should drag his ass in here, because I can't keep cooking lies for his daughter. "I want my daddy." Tears start rolling from her eyes. That's it! I've heard enough of that guy. She just stressed this poor kid like this. "Okay, baby. Just don't cry, okay? I will go find Daddy and..." "Daddy is here, princess." I turn around in the direction of his voice, and soon enough, he is kneeling beside the bed, kissing his daughter passionately on the forehead.