Dont Stop Daddy Novels & Stories

"No. We have to call off this engagement! The Lane family may keep a low profile, but we're not doormats!" Watching them defend me so fiercely made warmth spread through my chest. "No rush, you guys," I said, gently patting their hands. "The engagement will be canceled, but why should we let them off so easily? "The Fosters want to use us, right? Then let's make them pay the price." My father took a deep breath, suppressing his fury. His eyes sharpened. "Don't worry. Leave it to me. I'll go see Terrence Foster myself and make it clear he crossed a line.

“You want Daddy’s dick? You want Daddy to fuck you?” “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “But that’s not on today’s schedule.” He smirked, then rubbed the head of his cock against my dripping entrance. I cried out, tears slipping from the overwhelming pleasure. “You like that?” “Please don’t stop, Daddy.” He rubbed again, slower this time. My hips pushed to meet him. “Let me get a condom, baby.” I shook my head frantically. “Please, Daddy. Don’t go.” “But, baby—”

Daddy's fingers dig into my hips hard before releasing slowly, like he's having a hard time letting go of me. Finally, he slips out, his cock soft enough to be pushed out by my body. Cum drips onto my legs, and I stumble to get to the bed, to take a breath before I'm forced to leave. “Babygirl,” Daddy says, logic striking him with only the speed an orgasm can release. “I don't want you selling your body to other guys.” I chuckle.

“Fuck, Daddy, yes.” “Tell me.” He stopped moving. “Tell me to fuck you.” “Ahh.” God, even when he had stopped, it still all felt so good, but not as good. I felt my cum begging to rush out of me, and it could only be released if he kept going. “Fuck me, Daddy."

“Fuck, Daddy, yes.” “Tell me.” He stopped moving. “Tell me to fuck you.” “Ahh.” God, even when he had stopped, it still all felt so good, but not as good. I felt my cum begging to rush out of me, and it could only be released if he kept going. “Fuck me, Daddy."

"You want me to stop? Or do you want me to destroy this pretty little cunt until it bleeds?" "Don't... don't stop," I sobbed out, not knowing how to breathe anymore. "Oh Daddy... please fuck me harder." "That's my good girl," he rasped and he picked up the pace, his movement becoming rougher. "Because I’m going to fuck you until you're nothing but a shaking mess of my fingerprints. I’m going to fill you up with my cum that there’s no room left for anything else." "Yes," I gasped. "Harder... harder... please..."

I moaned. Suddenly, his finger stopped playing with my pussy. “W..why did you stop?” My head tilted toward him. He locked our gaze, then slipped his finger back in. “What did I say you should call me whenever I’m ruining this dirty cunt?” His pace quickened. My breath hitched. “Daddy... ohh...” The word made my body tremble in shame. He removed his finger again. This time frustration clung to my skin. Why was he stopping every time?

The red lighting of the secret room cast erotic shadows across her naked body, highlighting the red marks from his earlier slaps and the flush of desperate need on her skin. “Daddy shouldn’t know how you taste,” he repeated slowly, voice thick with restraint and hunger, “because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. You’ll be ruined for anyone else. Especially that tiny-dicked boyfriend of yours.” Daphne’s hips jerked uselessly against the powerful suction. “Please… Daddy… I don’t care. I need you.” Jeremy finally switched off the toy. The sudden absence made her whimper pathetically. He removed it and set it aside, then untied her ankles but left her wrists bound behind the chair.

"My pussy wants your cock so bad, Daddy. But we can't fuck. I'm not even on the pill." "Then you should stop doing that angel. You're.... you're driving me crazy right now. I want to fuck your pussy so bad." "Oh yeah... oh it would feel so good, Daddy." "Please stop, baby. I can't get you pregnant." "Okay. Okay, Daddy. I'll take care of you though. I can't wait to feel you cumming in my mouth." "Oh fuck baby, do it, please."

Valentina's voice came through, sugary and tearful. "Leonardo, where are you? Lily keeps crying, saying she wants her dad. I can't calm her down." Leonardo stopped in his tracks. He stared at our retreating backs, phone in hand. "Okay, I am coming," Leonardo said. Then Leonardo sent me a text. "Talk tonight." The car engine roared and faded into the distance. Sofia stopped walking. Sofia threw herself into my arms, and her tears soaked through my shirt. "Mom," Sofia whispered. "Can we not have a dad anymore?"