Dont Stop Daddy Novels & Stories

“Daddy… I’m getting close—your mouth feels so fucking good—” As I shook, right on the edge, he pulled away. I cried out at the loss, hips jerking uselessly in the air. “Not yet, baby.”

“But I want more, Daddy. I want you to fuck me. Please. I can take it.” He groaned again, but this time it was softer, like he was fighting with himself. “You’re killing me,” he said. “I want to fuck you so bad, but I don’t want to hurt you more. We can stop if you need to. Or I can go slow, make it good for you.” I shook my head again, looking up at him with big eyes. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Please. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me like you were going to. I can handle it. Just… go a little slower at first?”

her daddy said sweetly. Mae glanced at her mommy and smirked because she remembered she was still pretending to be angry at her. “Maybe I’ll be the only one waiting for you, Daddy.” “Why? Where’s your mom, Mae?” her daddy asked worriedly. “Can I talk to Mom, please?” “She’s busy, Dad,” Mae lied. Because of that, her daddy could do nothing except stop asking to talk to her mommy. Soon, he said goodbye to her. But sadly, that goodbye became his last goodbye forever.

'' ''I miss daddy. ''I miss daddy.'' ''I miss daddy.'' ''I miss daddy.'' Colton sniffs. ''I miss daddy.'' He keeps on saying. Until both of us end up falling asleep.

I knew for a fact that he might not be my boyfriend and I had a hard sex today but there’s no way that I was going to let this man go just like that , that wasn’t happening . “You know what , I would really appreciate if you mind your own business and stop asking me stuff like that , they get on my nerves And if you do not know what to say , shut your goddamn mouth , you are not my father and you will never be my father , I don’t care what you have to say , you will never be my father , so stop thinking that I would accept you .

I could see how hard daddy was holding back and how harder it was for him by the second. "Do you want to cum, daddy?" "Cara!" "Hmmm... Daddy, tell me how much you want to cum" I ran my hands over his strong abs. "Damnit Cara, fuck that promise, I can't hold back any..." "Daddy! Oh..." "Daddy, just a bit more" I moved my hands back up to his shoulders and began riding him hard. My toes curled as I rode hard through the last seconds. "I am gonna cum!" I rasped. "Daddy, cum in my ass!" I moaned.

"L-love? M-maybe, Dad is busy right now? Can we call him again next time?" Tears swam in her eyes. "Why do you always say next time, Mom? Maybe...my friends are right." "What did they tell you?" "That I don't have a father and he doesn't want me. He doesn't love me." My breath caught in my throat. I was about to tell her another set of lies, but the doorbell rang. Technically saved by the bell. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she exclaimed, "Is that Daddy, Mommy?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. But you have to listen to me. I can't hold on anymore. My heart stopped beating just now. You know how people faint in movies and never wake up? I think that's what is about to happen to me. The pain is too much. My belly also feels like it's about to burst. "I know that I'm only five years old, but I am happy that you are my daddy. I love you. Tell my mommy that I love her too. I know she can't come to see me because she's in prison. I saw it on TV. You are the best daddy in the whole world."

Mommy explained. "How can I unlove him so easily? How can I do that mommy?" I grumbled, crying out. "Stop it Samantha, and you're not a child anymore. You know what's right and what's wrong. Enough fooling around. You made too much of a mess!" Daddy said with annoyance. Still, his attention was focused on the newspaper. "I can't dad! I really can't. I'm going to bring Xander and Alexa home." I protested. "What?" Daddy said in shock.

he mumbled against my hair. “I can't,” I said sadly. “I've got practice.” He nodded. “Five more seconds.” I allowed myself to be cuddled for an extra minute. “Okay,” I kissed his chin, unwrapping myself from him. “Bye, Daddy.” “I'm seeing you to the door,” he grumbled, wiping his eyes open. I kissed him goodbye, and his hands refused to let go of my waist. “See you soon?” “Definitely,” I said, kissing him again. “Bye,” I whispered against his lips.