Erotica Daddy Novels & Stories

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

“You! Only you. I’m your good girl. Your pregnant little girl. Yours.” He slammed deeper, hitting that spot that made lights burst behind my eyes. This time he didn’t stop. “Come,” he commanded. “Come all over Daddy’s cock like the needy slut you are for me.” The orgasm crashed through me so hard my vision whited out. I screamed his name—*Daddy*—body shaking violently as wave after wave tore through me. Damien followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot pulses of his release, groaning my name like a prayer and a curse.

"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?"

The first new Daddy was Adrian, a tall, commanding lawyer in his mid-40s with a silver tongue and a reputation for control. His introduction happened in a private suite at a downtown hotel. Liam watched from the corner as Adrian took me slow and deep on the king-sized bed, his thick cock stretching me in ways that made me moan like a whore. He fucked me with controlled dominance, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he whispered filthy praise in my ear. I came twice before he filled me, and Liam reclaimed me immediately after, fucking me hard while Adrian watched with dark approval. The second new Daddy was Theo, a young, athletic venture capitalist with a massive cock and endless

Whiskey daddy vs candy daddy. He hoists her with an arm around her waist, then unzips his pants with expert moves and pulls it down along with his boxer. He grabs his cock with one hand. “Are you ready, bella?” He asks and grinds the head of his cock on Candace’s soaked folds. “Whoa?!” Candace pushes his shoulders. “Condom!” He huffs with annoyance. “Do we have to?” He asks and pushes his cock between her folds more. Candace jumps on his lap with shock. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!

“Who is it this time? Another Penelope Pout? I want a boob job, an Audi TT and world peace? No, wait… Another broke but talented artistic genius, seeking true love on Hot Daddy Match-up? You like those…” He coasted his chair across the floor, propped his elbows on my desk and jabbed a finger at my laptop. “Just look. She’s nothing like the others.” “You always say that.” He smiled. “Yeah, but I don’t always mean it.” I minimised my document and called up his email. Hot Daddy Match-up! You have mail! I hovered over the link, then folded my arms. “So, give me the elevator pitch. Why this one?”

He could already picture her sprawled naked in bed. Fabian pursed his lips. This woman really knew how to push his buttons. Considering their age gap and their arrangement, he could probably be considered a sugar daddy. “You can call me whatever you want, sweet. But I have to admit, you calling me ‘daddy’ does sound a little erotic, don’t you think?” He heard her soft giggles on the other end. Oh, those sweet giggles! “Did you just wake up? Are you still in bed?” he asked, closing his eyes as he imagined her. His body started heating up despite the strong blast of the office air conditioning.

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

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.