Dont Stop Daddy Novels & Stories

He said and same time my mobile started raining which was placed on the dining table it was Dad's call because I had set up a different ringtone for him and my breath hitched. "Relax, just receive the call," Uncle said and I nodded receiving the call and the same time Uncle Harrison inserted his finger in my core giving slow finger fucking. "H...Hello..." I stammered on call. "Harrison told me you both having dinner out so I am going to sleep. Harrison has extra keys and doesn't sleep late. You have school tomorrow" Daddy was telling me While Uncle Harrison pumping his one digit inside me. "...Yes...Yes Dad" I again stammered

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

“I will not call you Daddy. That’s a hard limit. No way.” Oh. An uncomfortable flush of unease washes over me. She won’t call me Daddy. Jesus, I hadn’t even thought about it before I said it. The daddy dom aspect of my personality is such a part of who I am, I forgot some subs hate that.

“Tell me when to stop, the moment it doesn’t feel good, tell me, and I will stop, is that okay?” I smile at his kindness, there must not be a man as kind as him, as I ready myself for my life to change forever, I say, “Yes, daddy.”

That same man who refused to take care of him, think about him, or even ask about his progress! He moved on, baby—Was what my tongue itched to say. Instead, I rolled the lie out, "Daddy is on a trip, baby. He's been busy." Yeah, busy screwing Leah probably. "Oh..." I almost wanted to weep at how sad he sounded. He wanted his father. And his father? Never gave a thought about his own son. Tsch! "Lucky you. He doesn't need an isolation ward anymore. A couple more days of check-up, patch-up, and our little hero is ready to go home." Said Dr Taylor. I couldn't hold myself back. I walked into them with an embrace, taking them by surprise!

“Please mummy! I’ll be so good! I’ll eat all my broccoli and I won’t complain when you wash my hair and…” “Baby, it’s not about you being good.” “Then what’s it about?” “Grown up stuff.” “I’m almost six! That’s practically grown up!” She almost laughed. “Not quite, love.” “Then when?” “Go to bed.” “But…” “Bed. Now.” He slid down, dragging his feet like she’d asked him to walk through fire. At the door he stopped. “Mummy?” “What?” “Is my daddy in Texas?” Everything stopped. The air. Her heart. Time.

"Baby, no. Daddy would never..." "But what if he does?" Tears streamed down his face now. "Before you married Daddy, I didn't have a daddy. And all the other kids did. And I was scared I'd never have one. And then Daddy came and he was perfect and he loves me and..." His voice broke completely. "What if he stops?" I pulled him into my lap, holding him tight. "Gio, listen to me. Daddy loves you so much. That will never, ever change. Do you understand?"

Should button my shirt and walk out of here and never let this happen again. "No," I whispered, then louder, more certain. "No. Don't stop." His eyes went completely black. "Say it again." "Don't stop," I said, my voice stronger now, filled with all the desperate need I'd been trying to suppress. "Please don't stop, Daddy. I need you." The word - Daddy - combined with my plea made something snap in him completely. "Fuck," he groaned, his control shattering visibly. His hands moved with sudden violent urgency, unhooking my bra and ripping it off, tossing it aside carelessly. Then his mouth was on my breasts, sucking and licking and biting hard enough to make me cry out.

He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans. “Sorry son,” he’d said, smiling apologetically, “I need a bit of help today. It shouldn’t take too long, I just need you to pop round to one of my clients and check on a few things.” “But Dad,” Tom had replied, his heart sinking, “I had plans for today.” “You can see Stacey later, Tom. This is important.” Tom sighed. “Sure thing, dad. I’ll get right on it.”

"Seven years we were together... thousands of days we went through... is it that easy for you to forget everything and turn to Daddy?" Emma did not turn her head at all. She did not give the slightest room for guilt to creep into her heart. Her face remained cold, her jaw hardened, and without uttering a single word in answer to that heartbreaking question, Emma turned her body. She stepped quickly away from the dim corner of the attic, letting the clatter of her low-heeled shoes echo all along the spiral staircase. Seeing the back of the woman he loved getting further away, Zane's last defense collapsed instantly. The young man's knees felt weak, losing all supporting strength.