Dont Stop Daddy Novels & Stories

He thought their relationship would change now that they were closer, but it seemed nothing had changed. "Dad, please stop playing cupid. I'm happy being single. I'll look for love once I’ve achieved my dreams," Lance firmly said, hoping to stop his father from pressuring Lenie. "Alright, alright. Your mother and I will head upstairs now. Lance, you take Lenie back to your condo. Good night, Lenie. Love, let’s go," Alfredo said as Wilma accompanied him to their room. "Good night, Dad." "Good night."

I suggested, my heart breaking as I couldn't help but imagine just how distressed Diana probably as at that moment. “Yeah, but she's refused that,” Dad said, “Anyway, I just called to check up on you. Stay safe, pumpkin. I love you.” “I love you too, dad. Say me and hi and sorry to Diana.” I responded, weaving through the list of TV channels with the remote for something to watch. Today was Saturday, and since I never went to work on the weekends, I was free for the entirety of that day. “Alright, pumpkin.” He replied before the line went dead.

“Don’t go…” “Daddy…” “Daddy…” “You broke your promise…” “Daddy…” Sunny cried loudly in the middle of the road. Several cars slowed to a stop, including the pickup. Hope flashed in Sunny’s eyes. She wiped away her tears and sweat and forced herself to run forward again. But just then, someone scooped her up from behind. Sunny struggled hard. “Don’t stop me! I need to find my dad. Daddy… don’t go…” Donald was still shaken, his voice harsher than usual. “There’s no daddy here. You saw wrong. You’re not allowed to chase cars anymore, do you hear me?”

"Untie me." "No," "Baby, I want to help yo-" "No," "Oh my..." I found myself laughing to myself, watching their interaction. "Okay, one hand," "No," "Jesus Christ, woman, if you keep torturing yourself like this, I'm going to cum before we can do this." "That's not my problem," she said, breathing heavily. "Just one hand. The punishment isn't going to get nullified if you untie me." "No," "Wow, okay." Daddy threw his head back, laughing. He turned to me then. "How are you doing over there, baby?"

I was far from being comprehendible. "Daddy! Daddy!" I rasped. "I am going to come. I... I am going to come again!" "Come, you dirty slut!" He permitted me and I was so fucking grateful, coming and clamping down on his cock. Sobs burst from my lips as I came, tears freely rolling down my cheeks. "Aaahhhh! I am... I can't do more... Daddy, please... Please stop!" I gave up just as he tensed against me, went still for a few seconds, and then shuddered, cumming into the condom while lodged deeply inside my pussy.

"Daddy? Oh my god, did you just call me daddy? While I'm slapping your hole like it's a naughty little toy? That's fucking gold. You are so out of it right now it's hilarious." "Daddy why did you stop !" Aiden yelled, but it came out all whiny and embarrassed, his face flushing darker under the blindfold. He tried to twist away again but I circled his hole this time, as I grabbed right on the puckered skin, and he cried out loud. "Ah! Daddy... fuck... don't make me say it again!"

Not a resonance. It was a sob. "Daddy?" His voice cracked, small and terrified. "Where are you? It's so dark in here." Lucas broke. He ran. Not toward the Loom. Toward the door. Toward the meadow. Toward his son. Silas was already moving. His hand went to his collar again, his voice a desperate snarl. "Thorne! The failsafe! Now!" The glass school groaned. Deep beneath their feet, something massive began to power up. Not the Loom. Something else. Something older.

“Daddy, that was too much... I... I don't think I can keep riding you right now...” “That's okay, baby...” he cooed. “Don't you worry about that! You've already given me so, so much...” “No, I...” I leaned back, biting my lip and shaking my head, shyly lowering my eyes. “I only mean... I don't think I can ride you anymore right now, Daddy... I'm too tired now, to keep bouncing up and down like that, and... I don't think I can control my legs anymore. They just keep twitching, no matter what I try telling them to do instead! But... that doesn't mean that we need to stop! Only that... I want you to take me up to bed, Daddy. I need you to be on top, now!”

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

I thought walking away from Luther Benjamin in the freezing rain was the hardest thing I’d ever have to do. I looked into his innocent, trusting eyes—the boy who couldn't speak a single word, who loved me with every piece of his soul—and I shattered him on purpose. I screamed that he was a mute loser, that I never loved him, and that I was leaving him for a rich man. I pushed him into the mud and walked away with blood on my hands and a secret that would have gotten him killed. I even took his seed with me that night, secretly creating a baby girl just so a piece of him would always live inside me. Six years later, the silent boy is gone. Luther Benjamin is back as a ruthless, terrifying