Dont Stop Daddy Novels & Stories

“Daddy got it for me because I wanted it so much but I promised him that I won’t play on it until I am strong enough not to faint from playing on it.” Smart girl and good thing she listens to her daddy. The man surely has a very soft heart for her and clearly can’t say no when she needs something. It made me wonder if after he told her no, he still went ahead to reach out to me because of her. “Stop doing that. You know that doesn’t make any sense.”

"Oh, yeah! Oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes! Give it to me, Daddy! Give it to your baby girl! Ahhh! Ahhh! Yessssssss!” "Fuck, Greena! It's a delight to f*ck your p*ssy! Uhm! Best f*cking p*ssy, baby! Uhhh!” He suddenly stopped, and I screamed in frustration. "Daddy . . . don't stop, please. . .” I beg him. He kissed me on the lips.

How can I deny her anything? I kneel in front of her, smoothing out the frills of her dress as I speak softly. “I know, sweetheart. Mommy loves it here too. But Daddy—” I hesitate, my lips pressing together. The words feel heavy, like they don’t belong in my mouth. “Daddy thinks we should go back soon.” Her eyes widen, tears welling up immediately. “But why? Why can’t we stay here forever?” I swallow the lump forming in my throat. Because your father never wanted this to be real. Because he sees us as a duty, not a family. Because, no matter how much I try, I will never be enough for him.

My father's voice was low, "Cum, Maddie...You look so sexy when you cum...Does it feel good?" I was going out of my mind as my moans were animalistic. "Yes...Fuck...Dad...You make me feel...So fucking...Good...Dad!" My body collapsed on top of his as he continued to drive his dick into me. I was motionless as he continued to enjoy his upward thrusts. My father was groaning, when I whispered in his ear between heavy breaths, "Dad...Don't forget to pull out...Don't cum inside me, Dad."

And Sierra, God help her, couldn’t either. The night pressed on, heavy and restless. Sierra lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling as shadows danced across the walls. Every creak of the house made her heart jolt, every memory of Damien’s touch replaying in her mind like an illicit film reel she couldn’t shut off. She rolled over and pressed her face into the pillow, muffling the whisper that escaped her lips. “Don’t stop, Daddy…” It horrified her that the words came so easily, that they thrilled her as much as they shamed her.

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

"No no, don't stop moving your hips now. Move harder. Faster. Come on, I want you to get me off." "Fuck you!" "Just like that," I groaned as he clamped down around me, his body bouncing on its own. "Tell Daddy you love it." "Ah," Six panted, shaking his head. "Fuck I just..." He pulled his hand free and it fluttered down before he wrapped it around his cock. "I love it, Daddy. Fuck me harder!"

We are getting somewhere. “You want daddy to fuck you like a whore? You want my fat cock deep inside you?” “Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire. “You can still say my name. I'm offended.” “What–” “By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to fucking read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”

“We hold each other. That’s the point now.” His hands roamed down my back, possessive but tender. We didn’t go further than heated kisses and touches—his body still healing—but the promise of more lingered. “When this is over,” he murmured against my neck, “I’m going to ruin you for days. Remind every inch of you who you belong to.” “I’m counting on it, Daddy.” A knock interrupted us. Bella’s voice carried through the door. “We have a video. You both need to see this.”

As she moved, she cursed at her reflection, "Why isn't that bitch Arlene dead yet? Once I get my hands on Dad's fortune, I'll sell her off to some backwater town. "And Dad, that idiot, does he really think I see him as a father? He's nothing but a walking ATM!" The entire hall fell dead silent. The music stopped, making the sound of a shattered wine glass piercingly sharp. Callie's smile froze on her face, and Mom instantly blanched. Dad's face went from flushed to pale, then to a sickly gray, all while the hand holding the microphone trembled. "W-What is this?" The video continued, the scene shifting to Mom and Callie talking in the hospital room.