Gap Me Daddy Novels & Stories

I lined his dick at my entrance as I coed, "Is this what you want, Dad?" My father smiled, "Yes, Maddie. Put it back inside of you." I did as he wanted. I lowered my body onto his throbbing cock. Until this moment, I didn't think he would be able to reach further inside of me. I was wrong as I felt his cock reach depths I didn't know possible inside of me. My body quivered as I ground my hips while on top of him. My father was gently pinching my nipples as my body responded to all the different stimulations. My pussy felt like a gusher as it exploded on my father's crotch. My father's voice was low, "Cum, Maddie...You look so sexy when you cum...Does it feel good?"

His hand left my throat and gripped my hips with both hands as he slammed into me faster, rougher. “Fuck — Daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby girl,” he groaned. “Gonna pump this tight little pussy full of cum.” “Please, Daddy! Cum inside me!” I begged, still trembling from my orgasm. “Fill your baby girl up… breed me… please!” With a deep, guttural groan, Daddy buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into my pussy, pulse after pulse filling me until it started leaking out around his cock and dripping down my thighs in messy streams.

“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.

Mark reached for the small black remote and turned the plug to a steady, low buzz that pressed directly against her G-spot. He lifted her onto the edge of the futon, the wood cool against her thighs. He pulled out the folded crib mattress and set it on the floor, then took the long wand from the shelf and re-applied fresh ink to the lower back. The tip pricked against the same spot, the letters D-A-D-D-Y-S-P-R-O-P-E-R-T-Y forming again in quick strokes. The pain bloomed into deep heat. Emma moaned, pushing back, the plug shifting inside her as the new mark settled.

My steel cage bounced uselessly against my abdomen, leaking a steady stream of precum that smeared between our bodies. “You’re getting quieter lately,” Aiden murmured, grinding his thick cock against my prostate with filthy, deliberate rolls of his hips. The wet suction of my hole clinging to every veined inch was obscene. “Still thinking about that campaign you turned down, boy?” I whimpered, tears pricking my eyes as waves of pleasure and crushing guilt crashed together. “Yes, Daddy… sometimes.”

I exhaled and closed the laptop. I sipped my lukewarm coffee. “Another day, another failure,” I muttered. A show interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see an interview with my father regarding some new innovation at Monroar Motor Corporation. A conversation at a nearby table started right. “Arggh, he’s so hot,” one girl said. “I wish he was my dad,” the other replied. “Your dad? Girl, I want him to bend me over and load me like a shot gun.”

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

Tears of pleasure and not tears of emotional breakdown like my ex boyfriend, Francesca and Bryant made me shed. After a few more seconds, I finally realized what the hard thing poking my pussy was. It was Daddy's cock. Hard and throbbing powerfully. It made my pussy drip more and made my insides twirl with excitement. There, I felt it. A small thrust of his hips into me that made me gasp in surprise. Was he going to finally do it? "Da...Daddy" I stuttered his name out, wondering if he did not recall the rules he himself had set down for the both of us.

He hands a glass of water and lays the other on the table in the middle of the living room. He opens the door and his eyes widens. "DAD!" He exclaims quite coolly. Inwardly, he's honestly very happy to be seeing his Dad once again but he doesn't know what to make of it either. "Ford." Wade says at the door, standing there, not knowing what to do. Whether to hug him, or shake his hand or pat his back. They've gone so long away from one another that he does not know what to do to make himself feel welcome or make his son feel his warmth once again.

"I get that coming home is all a big inconvenience to you, I know we aren't as educated as you and that you feel like you're f**king untouchable but, big news flash, your Daddy thought the same thing and look where that got him" Maria's jaw had dropped, she could tell the guy was holding in some issues but when he exploded he really exploded. After taking a couple of seconds to recover, she narrowed her eyes at him. He didn't get to talk to her like that, he didn't get to act like she had no idea about the real world and he certainly didn't get to talk about her father's condition in that way.