I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

They were so close she could smell his woody, masculine cologne. "I’m your future father, Lona. Watch your tone," he said, his voice low and intimidating. Lona just smirked, stepping an inch closer until her stomach was touching his waist. "My tone? Was I being bad? I just wanted to get to know my... new Daddy a little better." Revan didn't flinch. He stood his ground like a brick wall. "Save the act for your boyfriends at school. Don’t even try it with me." "Wait, what are you two talking about?" Bella asked, catching up.

My self-image was always perfect at all times because I never wanted Alpha to spot any untidiness in me. With my mouth slightly opened, I carefully wiped the excess lipstick smudge out of my face. "Hey, baby doll." Daddy's voice projected out of the phone causing me to quiver in surprise. I was so deep in thought I forgot I was calling dad on the phone. "Hey, daddy." My lips trembled in a muffled voice. My father was Epsilon Emilio and was the best daddy ever. "Baby doll, what is wrong?" Daddy always sensed when I was miserable and needed cheering up.

I missed him so much. "Hi daddy" I purred as I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Lynn!", He exclaimed as he pushed out of his chair and hugged me. "Who is winning?", I asked. He stepped back and looked at the TV. "Not my team", He groaned. I laughed as I thought about how much I missed this man. Then I thought about Drake and knew I had to say something.... "I have brought my....... ", I trailed off in mid sentence. What should I call him?! "..........a guy along. I want you to be nice to him daddy"

Because I sure as hell want to and if you don’t want that now would be the best time to leave’’ he asked in a husky voice and my pussy twitched making wey for him ‘’Can I call you daddy?’’ I asked him ‘’Sure you can baby, I want you to call me daddy as daddy fucks you okay?’’ He replied ‘’Yes daddy’’ I replied licking my lips seductively at him and he moaned and gabbed one of my boobs placing a kiss on my pussy lips. Taking a sniff, he licked on my thongs and bit my pussy lips.

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

Something deep and dark and forbidden. It felt right to call Jay Daddy. I don’t know where this is coming from. It's not like I have deep-seated daddy issues, but Jay is my daddy. The man who takes care of me. The man I want to run to when there's a storm. The man who gets me so hot and bothered I’m tossing and turning and aching all night. And he liked me calling him daddy as much as I did. There was this animalistic look in his eye—like he couldn't control himself.

“Sometimes I wanna call him Daddy.” I blink, hard. My heart stutters, then drops somewhere low in my stomach. “Oh, baby…” I whisper. He tilts his head at me, not understanding why my voice sounds like it might break. “Can I do that?” “You already have a daddy, sweetheart,” I manage to say, brushing his hair back from his forehead, even though my fingers are shaking. “You have Daddy Adrian.” Liam frowns, his little brow creasing. “But… can’t I have two?”

“Will you do something for me, please?” “Tell me.” I run the arch of my foot up and down his calf, my fingers playing with his chest hair. Between us, his erection thickens, his breath accelerating. “While you’re in the office today, will you call my father and explain that we’re together now?” His body stiffens, but I press on. “I know he hasn’t been there for me, Aleksei. Raising me has been left entirely to you…” I lower my voice to a whisper. “My real daddy.”

Daddy smirks then sit in front of my desk. "So. You want to propose?" I nodded at him. "We need to call the squad then." Daddy said. "Also Call uncle Blake." I added. "Why? Are you aware that he doesn't even know how to open a blister pack of medicine properly without letting the tablet fall to the floor?!" Daddy said incredulously. "Just call him please." Daddy roll his eyes in response. He call several times but no one answered. "Why did I even bother buy your siblings a fucking phone if no ones gonna use it?"

Illy exclaimed, her eyes shining. Damian cringed as it was unusual to hear that word from his best friend. “I know, Illy, but it's not alright to call me like that. Call me Dam, okay?” Tears started to fall from Illy’s eyes. She pouted and sat on the floor before she started sobbing. “Hey! Don't cry!” Damian widened his eyes. “I wanted to call you like this because I have no daddy!” Illy cried. “You're the only one I have.”