Gap Me Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

“I . . . I . . .” “Listen to Daddy. You need to do as Daddy says.” “D-daddy?” Saber was her Daddy. “You don’t think I can be your Daddy?” “Daddy G,” she whispered. His eyes widened with surprise. “Makes me sound like a bad rapper but I’ll take it right now. Daddy G is in charge and you need to listen to me.” “Okay.” Her breathing slowed, the panic clearing from her mind. He wouldn’t leave her. He would never leave her.

Dominant Daddy (5) EMMA I went back home after my Father-in-law dealt with my pussy in the sweetest way ever how his son had never done. I woke up the next morning with a heavy heart, my body still sore from everything Daniel did to me in his dark pleasure room.

As I speak, he entwines our hands, kisses my wedding ring, laughs, and then says something. — All right, Daddy! I'll be careful, Daddy! — You shouldn't say that word in bed, Will! — Daddy is papa in English, no big deal! — Not at all... Daddy is the kind of word that activates forbidden things! — What? — Something very hot to do in bed! — I say, and he makes a fake expression, as if amazed. — Thinking about sex in the morning, Daddy? —Yes! — I think I'm a little tired... I asked for three, and you gave me four, remember? - asks and nods my head in agreement.

What happened to my master and daddy? Why aren't they pounding my ass any longer? I almost start to panic at the sudden emptiness in my pleasure holes when I realize what was going on. . "I don't think she'll be awake for long, but you can say hi to her and then…" That was a dream? All of that didn't happen in real life? But it felt so real. "Da-mr Martinez?" I call as my eyes clear. I almost slipped and called him daddy and damn how would his wife have reacted to that.

He spread my thighs wide open, and while holding them, he rubbed his c*ckhead against my slit, and my eyes rolled as he suddenly entered me. “Uhhhh, Daddddddyyyy . . . I miss your c*ck. . .” I spoke flirtatiously, grinding my hips in the process. He knelt upright, turned me sideways, and lifted one of my legs, which he placed on his shoulder. He pushed in hard, and I moaned as he immediately hit my G-spot. He didn't waste any more time and quickly pounded my p*ssy. “Ohhh, yessssss! F*ck me, Daddy, come and f*ck me more! Ahhh! Hnnnn! Hmmmm! You're so big, Daddy! I love your c*ck!”

He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart . “Aren’t you going to say something ?” He asked me again, breaking into my thoughts . I turned and faced him . Why can’t you let me be , my father asked you to be my guardian, he never said that you should stuck my life . My father is strict and he would still let me go out but yet you don’t want me leaving the house without your permission . Staying out is even crazier . I don’t have much to say but I would really appreciate it if you would let me be .” I told him to be as calm as possible as I pulled away from him and turned to face the window .

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

That's where I grinned, "Begging for daddy's big dick!" He got a delirious grin, "Love daddy's dick...stretching me open...filling me full...ahhhh...ahhhh...full of daddy's cock!"

I get two fingers inside her and she starts riding them like the most erotic cowgirl I’ve ever seen. It’s too much—I’m getting lightheaded from need. “You know what happens when you’re naughty, baby?” I wiggle my fingers inside her but I can’t quite reach her G-spot. “What?” she breathes. “You take your daddy’s big cock. Are you ready for it?” “Yes.” She rocks over my fingers. “Yes, Daddy,” I correct her. I don’t know why I’m getting into being her daddy so much, but I am. “Yes, Daddy.”

He changed the angle just a little—tilted his hips—and suddenly the fat head of his cock dragged right over my G-spot with every thrust. “Yes... yes... yes...!” I started crying out, voice high and broken. “Right there... Daddy...right fucking there—!” He laughed darkly. “You like that spot, huh? Greedy little slut. No more begging. From now on, every time I hit it, you say ‘Happy Birthday, Daddy.’ Loud. Clear. Got it?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming. He slammed in deep. “Happy Birthday, Daddy!” Again. Harder. “Happy Birthday, Daddy!”