Gap Me Daddy Novels & Stories

He slowed down his thrust and slipped inside my pussy deeper, fucking me roughly as i held on to my tits. “....then fucked by your stepfather….taking his cock so good…” The vibration of the plug hits me harder than before while Dante circled my bundle of nerves, hitting my g spot, over and over again. “DADDDDDY! SO HARD….OH YEAHHH, FUCKKK!!” I screamed out ‘daddy’ which had him pulled out as I squirted my release, legs trembling as he entered me at all once again, making me jolt forward.

That was just what I needed. "Thank you, Daddy." I said in my little voice. I rolled onto the bed and looked at the guy. He was good looking but not as handsome or well built as Daddy Daniel. God, Daddy D's cock. I miss the feeling of his piercing on my g-spot. I miss him so much. Why did I take that job anyway? I screwed things up and now I don't know how to fix them.

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

A moan escaped me when mr. Gavin kissed the back my neck. His eyes locked with mine. All l could see is a man with desire. Daddy what is it l asked seductively.Mr Gavin's eyes gleamed again at the mention of that word. I read somewhere that men want to be called daddy. Is it a turn on word?

I winced in pain. He let me adjust to his size before he started thrusting in hard. His cock reached every part of my belly. “Call me daddy,” he whispered in my ears. “Fuck me harder daddy,” I responded. With how he thruster in so fast I could hardly see anything, I was lost in pleasure, wanting more. “Faster daddy,” I whispered again, not thinking of the pain I would feel afterwards. He pulled out turned me over, bent my head down, slid back in and slapped my butt cheek. He grabbed a my hair like it was his steeling, while hitting hard at my g spot.

“Daddy!” I got up without a second thought and went straight into his arms. He lifted me off the ground and spun around a bit. Then he dropped me and gasped as his assessing gaze took in my looks. “You look amazing. Who are you here with?” “Uh, April's Dad.” I nervously pointed at Joe. He was standing now, hands in pocket. “Right. Mr. Joe Anderson.” My Daddy went closer to him for a handshake. “Mr. Gareth,” Joe replied, shaking his hand. My daddy glanced at me and back at him.

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

Call me daddy Chapter 8 You don’t look too happy to see me Nora , I thought that you were going to smile and show me all your excitement or at least get naked in front of me like you did the last time” my uncle told me as he smiled . This was the first time since the whole stuff that I have genuinely seen him smile . 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 .

My father called, but it was more like a question which made me snap out of my little self-pitying. I pressed my lips into a forced smile, a façade easily decipherable even from a distance, and followed it with a hesitant wave. Shouldn't I be rushing into their arms, shedding tears of relief, and recounting how baseless Caden's accusations were? The absence of the expected emotional reunion left me bewildered, questioning the dynamics unfolding before me.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.