Erotic Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

He asked, furrowing his brows. I smirked recalling how he had looked at me earlier when I licked my finger. I didn’t know much about Carl, we have been five years apart, but I had heard a little conversation when I was twelve, my father had advised him to settle down with someone rather than fooling around with multiple ladies. I didn’t know the full meaning of what it meant then, but seeing him with Nora earlier, how he kissed her, it made me wet, it made me want to feel every bit of his touch, even if it was just for a day.

"Fuck, Daddy, you're so good, please." "Mmm, baby girl, tell me what you want. Daddy loves you so much. Tell me." "I need your cum inside me, please, Daddy. I love you." "That's my girl. Beg Daddy for his cum. Daddy loves hearing you beg for him." "Please, my pussy's hungry for Daddy's cum. I'm your only cum bucket." "Shit, baby, that's it. Oh, God, Daddy's going to come so hard for you. Are you close to coming for Daddy, kitten?"

I gasped as he leaned down and took my nipple between his lips; he sucked and nibbled on it before switching his attention to the other one. “Please,” I begged him, the ache in my heat intensifying. I’d learned so much from my erotica books, and I was happy I got to learn so many new things; some I shared with Enzo and he taught me, while some I just couldn’t bring myself to say. In one of the books, I learned that if you called your man "daddy," it drove him crazy. “Please, daddy... it aches,” I cried out, thrusting my hips for friction.

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring my pussy filled the room. “Damien—oh god!” I moaned, fisting the sheets, hips grinding desperately against his face. He growled against my clit, the vibration making me see stars. “So fucking sweet. Dripping for your Alpha Daddy like a good little whore.” He added a third finger, stretching me, curling them against my G-spot while he sucked harder. I came hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as I gushed all over his tongue. He didn’t stop licking me through the orgasm and straight into another, until I was shaking and sobbing with overstimulation.

“Rub with me, baby.” Our soaked cunts met—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We started grinding slowly at first, then faster, hips rolling in messy circles. The sensation was electric. Every slide of her slick pussy lips against mine sent sparks through my body. Our clits rubbed together perfectly, and the wet sounds of our juices mixing were obscene. Sarah leaned forward, her heavy tits swaying as she grabbed my hips for leverage. “Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.”

“Spreading your legs so eagerly after crying about that party. Crying for my attention, then begging for my cock like a needy whore. You love this, don’t you? Love being Daddy’s secret little fucktoy.” His dirty words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me. I nodded frantically, biting my lip as another soft moan slipped out. “I do… I love it. Please, Daddy. I need you inside me.” Marcus leaned forward, pressing the thick head of his cock against my slick, loosened hole. He rubbed it up and down teasingly, coating himself in the mess he’d made with his tongue. “You’re still so wet from my mouth. Greedy hole just swallowing everything I give it. Been stretched all day by that plug and s

he says. I do. I lick with only the tip of my tongue so that he grabs my braids like reins and tugs just enough. He’s being a gentleman. Knowing he’s restraining himself is enough fodder to prompt more moisture between my thighs. He knows I love this. He knows it gets me off. It is, in fact, the fastest way to get me wet. “Pop that first button for Daddy,” he chuckles. It’s our joke, he knows the whole daddy thing does nothing for me.

I could feel it in his tight muscles, in the way his cock got bigger in my mouth. “The deal is off,” Ivan suddenly yelled, reaching for the door. “Sit down, Ivan,” Daddy’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “The deal is not off. We’re just… making it final.” With a loud, dirty groan, Daddy came, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast, my own dick hurting so bad, needing to cum. Ivan watched, his eyes narrow, as Daddy zipped up his pants. “You are a weird man, Don Moretti,” he said, his voice full of hate.

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